As he spoke, Zhang Qiankun turned his head and looked at Qin Daoming.
Qin Daoming naturally dared not refuse and quickly agreed.
In truth, he had no choice but to agree. He was no match for Lin Yun, and continuing to fight Lin Yun would only make him look bad.
Now that he's already utterly humiliated, he naturally doesn't want to continue making a fool of himself.
Therefore, after agreeing, Qin Daoming quickly and embarrassingly stepped down from the stage.
As for Zhong Nan, who was injured earlier, he had already been carried away by other Bajiquan disciples.
Lin Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.
He wanted to kill his opponent, and even wanted to destroy the Eight Extremes Sect, but he wasn't in a hurry. He hadn't forgotten his current mission: to win first place in the Rookie Competition and then obtain the item with higher spiritual power.
Not long after the deathmatch ended, the official finals of the rookie competition began.
Lin Yun can naturally participate.
However, many martial arts prodigies looked at each other and could only manage a wry smile.
Such a person, capable of rivaling martial arts masters, might actually be their opponent.
If they were to encounter Lin Yi, who would be their match?
Originally, some of them were ordered by their elders to do their best to win first place in the Rookie Competition and then obtain that sword.
With Lin Yi present, they have no chance of completing this mission.
"I didn't expect this..."
"What bad luck..."
Some martial arts prodigies sighed.
"Lin Yi, Lin Yi is amazing..."
"He can fight alongside martial arts grandmasters without being at a disadvantage, earning the admiration of all the martial arts prodigies. We martial artists should all strive to be like Lin Yi..."
“Every martial arts master is a legendary figure in the martial arts world, and Lin Yi is a legend among legends…”
Many ordinary martial artists were filled with excitement and enthusiasm.
Today, they can say they've watched a grand spectacle, and when they leave this martial arts tournament, they'll have something to brag about to others.
"He... he's actually this powerful..."
Amidst the crowd, Lin Mengmeng's eyes shone brightly as she murmured to herself.
Seeing Lin Mengmeng like this, Lin Yuanshan smiled bitterly to himself.
He was truly impressed. His daughter had known someone named Lin Yun, but it turned out Lin Yun was incredibly capable.
I met someone named Lin Yi, and it turns out Lin Yi is just as amazing.
However, even if such a person is interested in his daughter, he is still a little worried. Such amazing geniuses often have high aspirations, and he is afraid that his daughter will not be able to keep the other party's heart.
"Oh no, Lin Yi's strength is just too much..."
"Even the vice leader of the martial arts tournament calls him 'young friend,' he's a peak-level expert in the Transformation Realm, a legend among legends..."
"Our senior brother is in big trouble..."
The disciples of the Seven Wounds Sect felt a chill in their hearts and their faces turned pale with panic.
Originally, they wanted to see Lin Yi make a fool of himself, but they discovered that their Seven Wounds Sect's eldest brother was the biggest joke.
Their Seven Wounds Sect only has one martial arts grandmaster ancestor who has long been out of touch with worldly affairs. As a result, Lin Yun himself is so powerful. How could their Seven Wounds Sect, and their senior brother, possibly stand against him?
"I never expected that this disciple of Dashan would be so powerful. No wonder he's so confident. No wonder he looks down on becoming a martial arts grandmaster. His own strength is comparable to that of a martial arts grandmaster... In fact, his understanding of various martial arts techniques far surpasses that of ordinary martial arts grandmasters. Even a martial arts grandmaster at the peak of the Transformation Realm wouldn't dare say they could teach him..."
Zhu Haoran took a deep breath and said.
"It's over. I actually provoked such a person. He said he would no longer show me any mercy. Junior Brother Xintang, how did you manage to mess with such a monster..."
Among the disciples of the Seven Wounds Sect, Sun Moshang almost collapsed to the ground, muttering in a daze.
"No, how could he be so strong? He's just Yan Dashan, a disciple of an ordinary martial artist. How could he... how could he..."
In the crowd, Li Xintang clutched his crippled arm, his face contorted in disbelief.
"I...I really courted death. I...I actually provoked such a heaven-defying existence. I'd better leave the martial arts tournament as soon as possible and hide for a while..." Jiang Wei said, feeling a chill in his heart and extremely frightened.
Compared to Lin Yun, a legend among legends and a genius among geniuses, he was just a nobody at the late stage of Ming Jin. Lin Yun could easily crush him, so how could he not be afraid?
Zhang Haoran... Zhang Wentian... were all utterly shocked...
The draw for the first round of the competition was completed quickly.
The top 20, minus Zhong Nan, plus the five who passed the revival round, make a total of 24 people.
Originally, the revival round was only intended to go through four people, but Zhong Nan, who had already advanced to the top 20, was eliminated and obviously could not participate in the competition, so another person was temporarily drawn up, which surprised that person quite a bit.
Because in this way, even if he fails as soon as he enters the arena, he will still be considered one of the top 24.
Being among the top 24 sounds better to others.
Moreover, if he had been lucky, he might not have lost the first match.
Of the twenty-four people, eighteen were at the Dark Force realm, and the remaining six were all at the peak of the Bright Force realm.
This time, Lin Yun's opponent was a martial artist at the early stage of Dark Force, a Shaolin disciple with the Dharma name Yongjie. He was a thin monk. Shaolin was on par with Wudang, and its strength even surpassed that of Bajiquan. Shaolin was also a top-tier sect.
"Amitabha, this humble monk is no match for you, benefactor. I shall concede defeat..." As soon as Yongjie entered the arena, he bowed to Lin Yun with a single-handed Buddhist salute and smiled wryly.
After saying that, Yongjie turned and left the stage.
The strength of these martial arts prodigies is far inferior to that of Lin Yun. Once the battle begins, no one can say for sure whether they will be injured. It almost entirely depends on Lin Yun's mood. Under such circumstances, anyone who is smart will quickly admit defeat.
By conserving their strength, they can still have enough energy to participate in the later matches.
Even participating in the revival competition is better than fighting Lin Yun.
And just like that, Lin Yun advanced directly to the top twelve.
The referee went up to announce the rankings.
"Tch! I thought Yongjie would fight Lin Yi..."
"Exactly, you got me all excited for nothing. I was hoping to see how Lin Yi would easily defeat him..."
"A Shaolin disciple indeed? You're a disgrace to Shaolin..."
Some of the onlookers booed.
Even though Yongjie came from a Buddhist family and had excellent self-control, his face still turned slightly red when he heard these people booing.
The first round of the competition ended quickly.
All six contestants at the peak of the Ming Jin realm were eliminated.
The top twelve have been determined, and disciples from prestigious sects have also emerged. Two more disciples have reached the mid-stage of Dark Force, and there is also a disciple who has reached the early stage of Dark Force but whose strength is comparable to that of the mid-stage Dark Force.
Adding to Li Shaoning of the Wudang Sect, who was already out in the open, this year's Rising Star Competition has produced a total of three disciples at the mid-stage of Dark Force, and one disciple whose strength is comparable to that of the mid-stage of Dark Force.
If Lin Yun is added to the lineup, this year's Rising Star Competition will be unprecedented and extremely grand.
Soon, the second round of the draw began.
Lin Yun's opponent this time was a mid-stage Dark Force martial artist, none other than Li Shaoning from the Wudang Sect.
"Brother Lin Yi's strength is truly admirable. I also practice Tai Chi, so I would appreciate any guidance you may offer..." Li Shao Ning said politely, bowing respectfully.
Lin Yun nodded slightly without saying anything.
"Bang—bang—bang—"
The other party spoke politely, and Lin Yun didn't give him too much face. He initially adopted a conservative fighting style. Of course, he also wanted to see what level the other party's Tai Chi had reached and how it differed from his own.
"The Tai Chi practiced by my opponent is not as good as the experience I gained from practicing more than two hundred martial arts techniques, but it surpasses the minor-level Tai Chi I have learned. This move, as well as the previous one, are somewhat different from the Tai Chi I practice..."
To be honest, Lin Yun did make some gains.
Li Shaoning, in his early twenties, had already reached the mid-stage of Dark Force, making him a core disciple of the Wudang School. He had also learned some of the true essence of Tai Chi martial arts and the profound mysteries of Tai Chi.
Among them, the opponent had also mastered Tai Chi to a considerable degree.
Furthermore, the Tai Chi that the other party learned was somewhat different from the Tai Chi that Lin Yun learned on the Cosmic Trading System. It was not necessarily more profound than the Tai Chi that Lin Yun learned, but it gave Lin Yun a sense of understanding by analogy.
However, after more than thirty moves, Lin Yun had not made any new discoveries, so he used a move that deflected a thousand pounds with four ounces of force to easily knock his opponent off the stage.
"Thank you for your mercy, Brother Lin. Your Tai Chi skills have broadened my horizons. Thank you for your guidance." Li Shaoning bowed to Lin Yun again, expressing his admiration.
He truly admired Lin Yun's strength. Only after fighting him personally did he realize that Lin Yun's strength was indeed extremely powerful.
Originally, he was afraid that Lin Yun would be too ruthless, so he held back to prevent any accidents. Later, when he saw that Lin Yun had no intention of hurting him, he went all out and used all his skills. Some of his proudest moves did not even put Lin Yun in a bad position.
Lin Yun was like a vast ocean before him; no matter how much effort or moves he used, they all sank to the bottom.
It seems that the fact that the opponent could fight Qin Daoming head-on without being at a disadvantage was not just a fluke.
He sighed inwardly.
The second round of competition has ended, and the top six have been determined.
The six eliminated players can continue to compete for a place in the top ten, with a specific ranking between seventh and tenth.
However, that's no longer the main competition; the next matches for the top six are the most important ones.
The third round will select the top three.
This time, Lin Yun's opponent was just a martial artist in the early stage of Dark Force, named Wang Zhu. He was not from a famous sect, but just a disciple of an ordinary sect, and could be considered a dark horse.
The fact that their opponent had reached this point greatly excited the disciples of their sect, who shouted loudly from below the arena.
"Please enlighten me, Brother Lin..." The early-stage internal energy martial artist bowed to Lin Yun, speaking very politely.
He knew how terrifying Lin Yun's strength was. Although he was very confident in his own strength, he knew that he was far inferior to Lin Yun.
In fact, he is already very lucky to have gotten this far.
Perhaps, meeting Lin Yi this time was his luck; at least, even if he lost, he wouldn't feel too much regret...
Wang Zhu thought to himself.
At this moment, he felt very relaxed.
Anyway, he's doomed to lose.
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