The concept of the Spirit Body is too profound, and ordinary martial artists only have a superficial understanding of it, let alone having crossed the threshold of the Spirit Body.
"It should be a Spirit Body capable of controlling metals like gold, silver, iron, and steel. Lin Caiyi has met her match and lost; it’s her bad luck," a steward sighed.
Hearing this, everyone looked at each other in surprise. Lin Hao’s luck was truly too good, possessing such a Spirit Body and easily turning the tide to become the ultimate winner.
Lin Caiyi’s anger burned within her, her face filled with resentment. This was a great humiliation for her, to be defeated by Lin Hao using her own 'Torrential Pear Blossom Needles' against her!
"Cheer up, Caiyi. I will avenge you," Lin Tian said softly, then a mysterious pressure enveloped Lin Hao, originating from Lin Tian’s focused gaze.
"Lin Hao wins, temporarily ranked fourth," the steward announced the result of the match.
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"That Lin Hao is too shameless, actually using the power of his Spirit Body to turn the tide. If it weren’t for his ability to counter Caiyi’s 'Torrential Pear Blossom Needles,' how could he have turned the tide!" a disciple said indignantly.
Lin Caiyi’s defeat was truly unexpected, leaving everyone speechless.
"Interesting, isn’t the Spirit Body part of one’s strength... Should we imprison the power of the Spirit Body?" someone stood up for Lin Hao.
"That’s right, the Spirit Body is indeed part of one’s strength, but in internal disciples’ matches, the use of the Spirit Body is generally avoided to prevent accidental killings. Although there are no explicit rules, what Lin Hao did was a bit excessive."
"Indeed, in previous outer disciples’ matches, the Spirit Body was rarely used. Lin Hao is too cunning!"
"Ha, since there are no explicit rules, how can it be called cunning? Anyone can use their Spirit Body. If you don’t use it, should you prevent others from using it? Where in the world are there such tyrannical rules? It’s unreasonable."
Lin Hao’s strong performance made him the biggest dark horse in this year’s outer disciples’ match, naturally winning him many supporters, especially the new disciples who had just entered the Lin family headquarters. They looked at Lin Hao with a hint of admiration.
Who says the weak will always remain weak? Who says the lower-ranking disciples will never have a chance to rise?
Isn’t Lin Hao a living example? From over ninety outer disciples, he fought his way to the fourth place, becoming the focus of the entire venue.
The elders sitting in the highest seats of the audience sighed, as many of their descendants were defeated by Lin Hao in this year’s outer disciples’ match, which was truly infuriating. Even a dead fish can turn over.
Lin Hao sat down, his emotions unchanged. He closed his eyes, running the true qi in his body, slowly absorbing the power of the 'True Return Pill,' gradually enhancing his strength, making the true qi in his body more pure and concentrated.
His next opponent was even stronger, and although he had the 'Heavenly Gang Divine Formula' to protect him, the gap in realms was still significant.
Lin Hao did not pay attention to the subsequent matches, unless Lin Tian or Lin Zhen took action, then he would glance a few times.
Currently ranked fourth, he already had the qualifications to challenge the inner disciples. As soon as the match ended, it wouldn’t be long before he could head to the inner disciples’ villa.
"Lin Hao, Lin Fei!" the steward looked at the two and said.
Hearing this, Lin Fei, holding a black spear, walked onto the stage, facing Lin Hao with a serious expression.
His willpower was strong, but when he looked at Lin Hao, his mind would involuntarily waver.
"This is the pressure of the realm of intent... In the entire Flowing Cloud City, there should be no one whose realm of intent surpasses mine. The opportunity I obtained in the Hundred Refinements Mountain Range, could it not even match Lin Hao’s realm of intent..." Lin Fei thought to himself.
Seeing Lin Hao walk onto the stage, Lin Fei said, "Lin Hao, show me your true strength and fight me."
When these words were spoken, everyone in the arena was shocked. From Lin Fei’s words, it seemed that Lin Hao had not yet shown his true strength. How could this be possible!
Others might not see it, but Lin Fei could tell at a glance that Lin Hao’s sword had never been unsheathed...
"This boy has indeed made great progress, and the sword behind him seems to have never been unsheathed. Could he be holding back..." Elder Lin Chen mused.
Lin Hao’s sudden rise was indeed unexpected by these stewards, even Elder Lin Chen was somewhat surprised. But how could he face a disciple with such strong willpower as Lin Fei unless he was holding back?
"As you wish." Lin Hao raised his right arm, and the heavy sword behind him instantly unsheathed in his hand.
"I won’t hold back against you. We will decide the winner with one strike." Lin Fei’s expression was serious, showing no sign of underestimation. For some reason, the youth in front of him made him feel excited and even a bit fearful.
The momentum of Lin Fei and Lin Hao was gradually rising. For a moment, the wind howled, and their spirit, energy, and will reached their peak. The vast stage was enveloped by their overwhelming momentum, their clothes flapping in the wind, and they stood as firm as rocks.
At this moment, everyone’s expressions changed repeatedly. Lin Hao’s momentum was so terrifying, the pressure of the realm of intent was like a monstrous beast, like a flood breaking through a dam, an invisible and subtle pressure!
"These two boys...!" Several stewards were moved. This momentum was indeed terrifying, accompanied by an indescribable level of intent. Just by showing it, it brought endless pressure, causing a great impact on the mind!
Lin Fei, of course, was no exception. He dared to challenge Lin Wuxin and even held out for three moves before losing. As for Lin Hao, he had not used his full strength before, always holding back!
In the entire Lin family’s outer disciples, perhaps only Lin Tian and Lin Zhen could be considered Lin Hao and Lin Fei’s equals!
"How... How can this be!" Lin Yan’er’s forehead broke out in a cold sweat. Lin Hao’s level of intent terrified her, as if her divine soul was being held by an invisible giant hand, indescribable.
At present, Lin Hao’s level of intent had only awakened a tiny fraction. If he were at his peak, a single thought could destroy the Flowing Cloud City, turning it into a city of the dead.
Even this tiny fraction of intent was incredibly powerful, capable of making ordinary martial artists lose their will and become powerless.
In the previous matches, Lin Hao held back to avoid causing too much shock. Otherwise, a single intent could crush the combat ability of martial artists of the same realm.
Even in this match against Lin Fei, he still did not fully open his level of intent. He knew when to be low-key and when to be high-profile.
"Unmatched in the world!"
Suddenly, Lin Fei roared, his indomitable willpower making the heavens and earth seem dim. One man and one spear, looking down on the world, invincible, like a supreme war god.
Swish!
The black spear struck out, its momentum overwhelming, like waves in the sea, one after another, piling up to a terrifying degree.
At this moment, Lin Hao was enveloped by Lin Fei’s black spear, like a small boat in the deep sea.
The disciples below were amazed. Lin Fei’s full-strength attack was so terrifying that even Lin Zhen might have to avoid it.
"Chasing Wind, Burning Plains!"
Lin Hao remained calm in the face of the overwhelming momentum, the heavy sword cutting through the air, bloodthirsty energy spreading, as if it could corrode everything in the world.
This sword was so fast that only the cold wind could be heard, the sword shadow flashing continuously, illuminating the night.
As the heavy sword cut through, Lin Hao simultaneously used the 'Cloud Wind Step,' leaving a residual image on the spot.
Whoosh! The black spear, like a rainbow piercing the sun, pierced through 'Lin Hao' and disappeared.
"Huh?!" Lin Fei was slightly surprised. This spear pierced through Lin Hao, but there was no sense of impact, as if it had missed.
Suddenly, Lin Fei’s forehead broke out in a cold sweat, feeling a chill on his back as the overwhelming sword momentum swept over, dragging him into an abyss.
"You lose." Lin Hao appeared behind Lin Fei, the heavy sword lightly placed on his neck. If Lin Hao wished, he could immediately sever Lin Fei’s head.
"How... How can this be..." Lin Fei turned around, staring at Lin Hao in shock. He could even feel that Lin Hao had not used his full strength, still holding back.
"I lose." After a while, Lin Fei accepted the fact and jumped off the stage.
"Lin Hao wins." The steward announced.
Lin Hao walked to his seat, and everyone looked at him in shock.
Although Lin Fei’s strength was at the peak of the sixth level of the Spirit Body, he could defeat ordinary seventh-level strong with his powerful will. In the end, he was easily defeated by Lin Hao.
Now, Lin Hao’s strength was gradually approaching the peak of the sixth level. Among the outer disciples, only Lin Zhen and Lin Tian could pose a threat to him.
But with the increasingly powerful and vast true qi in his body, his realm was also slowly approaching. If they truly met, Lin Hao would not fear.
"Lin Tian, Lin Zhen." Half an hour later, the steward called out.
As the first and second outer disciples walked onto the stage, the entire venue fell silent. The strongest outer disciple, who would it be?
The current situation was already clear. Lin Tian and Lin Zhen were at the top of the pyramid among the outer disciples, especially Lin Tian, who had won several consecutive times, never losing.
Even a strong opponent like Lin Zhen had never truly defeated Lin Tian.
"Heh heh..." Lin Zhen looked at Lin Tian, licking his lips, his eyes burning with intense battle spirit, like an unshakable mountain, making nearby disciples feel a strong sense of oppression. Just this sense of oppression made them pale.
Lin Zhen’s strength had reached the peak of the seventh level of the Spirit Body, and with the strongest physique among the outer disciples, he was almost invincible. It was difficult for peers to last a few moves against him.
"What a terrifying sense of oppression. It seems Lin Zhen has cultivated the 'Golden Saint Body' to the fifth level. Perhaps, he can reverse the situation, defeat Lin Tian, and become the first outer disciple..."
"Yes, in the previous session, Lin Zhen’s 'Golden Saint Body' was only at the initial fourth level. At that level, ordinary blades and swords were already hard to harm him..."
"Lin Tian is also very strong. He won Lin Zhen by half a move in the previous session. It’s unknown how he will win today."
At this moment, many outer disciples spoke up, even the high-ranking inner disciples were interested. The match between Lin Tian and Lin Zhen seemed to be what they valued most.