"Wow, they're going to the deathmatch arena..."

"Let's go, let's take a look..."

"Just now, someone seemed to say that this person ranked twenty-third in the preliminary rounds and should have won all ten matches, so his strength is probably not low. That person actually dared to challenge him to a life-or-death arena, I wonder what his strength is..."

"Preliminary rankings don't matter. Many strong players are too lazy to participate in ten rounds. As long as they advance, that's enough. With good luck, even those with poor skills can get twenty-third place..."

"Exactly, I've also heard that some people paid to buy their rankings in the preliminary rounds. Losing one match in the preliminary rounds isn't a big deal; some people just pay to jump to a higher ranking. Maybe this person's 23rd place ranking came about in the same way..."

"I know the person who challenged me. It's Li Xintang from the Seven Injury Sect. He's at the late stage of the Ming Jin realm and is very strong. Most people at the late stage of the Ming Jin realm are no match for him. I just checked the rankings. He has eight wins out of ten matches and is ranked fifty-first..."

"A powerful expert in the late stage of Ming Jin, and another who won all ten preliminary matches—this is likely to be a fierce battle..."

Many people around witnessed this scene and excitedly discussed it.

Early in the morning, I saw two people who were among the top 100 in the preliminary rounds go up to the life-or-death arena, which was quite a lively scene.

"Ten wins out of ten? Twenty-three in the preliminary round?"

As Li Xintang walked towards the arena of life and death, he was slightly surprised to hear the discussions around him.

Lin Yun's ranking in the preliminary round was actually twenty-third?

This made his heart sink.

Could it be that the opponent is very strong?

However, when he thought of Lin Yun's age and heard some people's disdainful comments, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Indeed, the rankings in the preliminary rounds are highly unreliable. Perhaps the other team simply got lucky and that's why they achieved their current ranking.

However, we still need to be careful.

Li Xintang thought to himself.

"Brother Lin, you must be careful. The Seven Wounds Sect's signature martial art is the Seven Wounds Fist, which injures the user before injuring the opponent. This martial art doesn't have much potential for further training, but its destructive power in the early stages is immense..."

Zhang Haoran whispered to Lin Yun.

"Thank you for the reminder, Brother Haoran. I will pay attention."

Lin Yun smiled slightly and said.

That's what he said, but Lin Yun didn't take Li Xintang seriously. In his eyes, the other party was an insignificant person.

What good is it if a martial artist at the late stage of Ming Jin has mastered the strongest martial arts techniques?

He has also mastered more than two hundred martial arts techniques, many of which he has mastered to a high level.

Moreover, he was at the early stage of Dark Force, and even experts at the peak of Dark Force were no match for him. If he had to take such a minor figure to heart, he might as well find a block of tofu and smash his head against it.

On the arena of life and death.

"Once you step into the life-or-death arena, you are solely responsible for your own fate. Have you both made up your minds?" a referee asked.

"It's decided."

Lin Yun and Li Xintang answered at the same time.

"Okay." The referee nodded and began to leave the ring.

"Lin Yi, is it? A martial artist from a small place, you actually dare to participate in the martial arts conference and want to join my Seven Injury Sect. Today I will let you know that someone like you only deserves to stay in a small place..." Li Xintang looked at Lin Yun, smiled coldly, and said.

"I advise you to talk less," Lin Yun shook his head.

"Huh?" Li Xintang was taken aback.

“Otherwise, I’m afraid you’ll embarrass yourself even more later,” Lin Yun said calmly.

“Yesterday, I promised my grandmaster that I would only cripple one of your arms. Now, you can choose which arm you want to keep.” After a pause, Lin Yun continued.

"What? You promised your grandmaster that you would only cripple one of my arms?" Li Xintang said with a sneer.

Even a martial artist at the peak of the Ming Jin realm wouldn't dare say they could cripple his arm, would they?

"Such arrogance! Let me see what strength you have to dare to talk so big." The next moment, Li Xintang roared and quickly flashed towards Lin Yun, while at the same time throwing a punch at Lin Yun's chest.

"Heh, what an arrogant young man..."

"This young man is talking too big. A martial artist at the late stage of Ming Jin, and a late stage Ming Jin martial artist from the Seven Injury Sect at that, is he so easy to deal with..."

"What he said earlier was right: the more you talk, the more embarrassing it becomes. Now, he's talking so big; if he loses in the end, he'll lose face big time..."

Just as Lin Yun finished speaking, some people shook their heads.

"Since you don't choose, then I'll cripple your arm..." However, before they could finish speaking, Lin Yun spoke again, and at the same time, Lin Yun took a step towards Li Xintang.

With a sudden and powerful strike, Lin Yun grabbed Li Xintang's outstretched arm, and in the next instant, Lin Yun twisted his hand.

"What!"

Just as Lin Yun took a step forward and extended his palm, Li Xintang's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in disbelief.

At that moment, he felt extremely panicked.

As the saying goes, a true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

Lin Yun only took one step and reached out his hand, and he knew that Lin Yun's strength was extremely powerful, and he was going to be in trouble this time.

He tried his best to dodge, but his arm couldn't escape Lin Yun's outstretched hand at all.

His mood sank again.

At this moment, he felt a pang of regret, but his pride prevented him from uttering any words of remorse or pleading for mercy.

"Snap—"

The next moment, a sound of bones dislocating came from Li Xintang's arm.

The fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain sensation in the arm is equally strong.

"ah--"

Li Xintang immediately screamed in pain.

"Bang--"

At the same time, Lin Yun pushed Li Xintang's body forward and then struck Li Xintang's chest with a palm, sending him flying off the death stage and crashing heavily to the ground.

From the moment Li Xintang made his move until this moment, only two or three seconds had passed.

This life-or-death arena battle ended just like that, abruptly and decisively.

Lin Yun turned around and stepped off the stage.

"What?"

"A martial artist at the late stage of Ming Jin realm was defeated just like that?"

"Not even a match for him?"

"Hiss—what terrifying skill!"

"What's this person's name? He's bound to be a dazzling figure in this rookie competition!"

Many people below the ring gasped in shock at what they saw.

Those who had just mocked Lin Yun blushed.

Just moments ago, they were mocking Lin Yun, but before they could finish their sentence, they were proven wrong, leaving them extremely embarrassed.

"Brother Lin, you defeated your enemy in one move, you're amazing..."

Zhang Haoran said excitedly, and walked quickly towards Lin Yun.

"I can't gauge this person's strength. His moves are too ingenious, and his grasp of the battle situation is extremely powerful. Every step, every grab, is perfectly timed..."

"Interesting. I didn't expect such a young master to appear in this martial arts tournament..."

"He won't be able to get a very high ranking this time. He's still young, and no matter how strong he is, can he really reach the Dark Force level? The next martial arts tournament will be his real stage..."

"He shouldn't have reached the level of internal strength; I didn't see him use any internal strength..."

In the distance, on a high place, some young people watched this scene from afar and smiled faintly.