Lin Yun came very late, but the battle ended very early.
Three punches, just three punches, he defeated Liang Wenbo vigorously and neatly.
The disciples watching the battle below all looked surprised.
Lin Yun didn't even draw his sword and defeated the powerful Liang Wenbo in three moves.
How strong is he?
A look of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the referee on the ring, and he looked at Lin Yun and said: "Lin Yun? I have no impression of you at all."
The referee obviously meant that with Lin Yun's strength, he should have risen to prominence among the outer disciples long ago.
But in his impression, he really didn't remember such a person among the outer disciples.
"I only became an outer disciple two months ago. Before that, I was a sword slave who had been working in the Sword Cleansing Pavilion."
Lin Yun did not shy away from his background and told the truth.
The referee was even more surprised now. He looked at Lin Yun several times and said with a smile: "That's no wonder. Work hard. You may not be able to qualify in this sixth group. In this battle, Lin Yun won and gained one point.
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"Thank you."
After the referee declared Lin Yun the winner, he calmly jumped off the ring and breathed a sigh of relief.
Something unexpected happened during the process of refining the demon pill.
It took two days to completely refine and absorb it, allowing him to successfully advance to the sixth level of martial arts.
At the same time, the combination of the evil spirit of the spotted tiger gave him an extra aura, an edge and pressure that ordinary people rarely have.
After he arrived hard and figured out the rules, he finally found his own arena.
I almost gave up this round.
The rules of the mid-year assessment are very simple and are divided into two rounds: group stage and knockout round.
More than 2,000 outer disciples were divided into ten groups, with about 200 people in each group. The top eight will advance to the next round.
Only the top eighty people are eligible to compete for the ten inner disciples.
Lin Yun made an observation and found that the strength of each group was relatively even, and the top disciples from the outer sect were evenly divided into each group.
There was no situation where they all got together.
I think this is the intention of the elders of the sect, trying not to let these masters encounter them in advance and eliminate them prematurely.
Before the next game started, Lin Yun began to observe some of the strong opponents in this group.
Among the sixth group, if we say the strongest one, it must be Zhang Han.
Zhang Han is a being who has the ability to attack the top ten in the outer sect. He is not much weaker than Zhou Yun, and he has the peak cultivation level of the sixth level of martial arts.
Apart from that, Lin Yun didn't know much.
But don’t worry too much, he only needs to be in the top eight in points to qualify. If he is lucky, he won’t be drawn against Zhang Han.
"Group 7, Lin Yun versus Hu Feng!"
When he heard the referee calling his name, Lin Yun quickly ran towards that ring. He didn't want to let his opponent get three more moves.
After performing the Wild Goose Jue, Lin Yun landed firmly on the ring with a slight jump of his body.
Hu Feng's strength is only at the fifth level of martial arts, which is much weaker than Liang Wenbo just now.
When he saw Lin Yun coming on stage, a flash of fear flashed in his eyes.
Nowadays, Lin Yun can be said to be very famous in the outer sect, but I don't know that he has very few outer sect disciples.
From being a humble sword slave to defeating Chen Xiao with one punch, this experience can be called a miracle.
When the referee announced the start, Hu Feng gritted his teeth and gathered all his energy to rush over.
He used his palm as a sword, and concentrated his inner strength on his palm, and it looked like a cold light flashed through it.
Obviously, the other party is quite proficient in this palm technique and it looks impressive.
Tiger punch!
Standing still, he bent his knees. Lin Yun jumped up, gathered momentum, and punched instantly.
Bang!
The two were in the air, fighting together.
Hu Feng groaned and was knocked off the ring by Lin Yun in the air.
"Lin Yun wins!"
The referee was stunned for a moment and announced the result.
"Tiger Fist again!"
"How could this happen? Lin Yun doesn't plan to use the sword anymore?"
"I really want to see Liufeng Swordsmanship!"
The disciples in the audience were greatly disappointed when they saw Lin Yun end the fight with one punch.
After a short break, it was Lin Yun's turn again
Enter the stage to meet the third opponent.
The opponent's reputation is not outstanding, and his cultivation level has not reached the sixth level of martial arts.
Before refining the demon pill, Lin Yun would still be in some trouble if such an opponent tried his best.
At present, he has successfully refined the demon elixir and has been promoted to the sixth level of martial arts.
With the advantage of cultivation, it is too easy to deal with it.
Almost immediately after meeting each other, he easily crushed the opponent.
"Lin Yun wins!"
"Lin Yun wins!"
…
"Lin Yun wins!"
Three consecutive victories, four consecutive victories, five consecutive victories, six consecutive victories... Lin Yun soon reached an astonishing ten consecutive victories!
After all, there are only a few outer disciples whose cultivation exceeds the sixth level of martial arts.
Except for his first opponent Liang Wenbo, Lin Yun faced some dangerous surprises at first.
From then on, he won consecutively, with as few as one punch and as many as four or five punches.
The most important thing is that in his ten consecutive victories, he only used the Tiger Fist, which is shocking.
When his thirteenth duel began, Lin Yun finally ushered in a ruthless character.
Ma Kui!
He has reached the sixth level of martial arts, is proficient in the advanced martial arts Ziyun Fist, practices the Iron Wall Kung Fu, and has developed a body of copper skin and iron bones.
Among the seven groups, even Zhang Han, who is recognized as the number one, will have a headache facing him.
Along the way, Ma Kui also had a winning streak without losing, and also swept his opponents.
His boxing skills are domineering and fierce, and his iron wall skills have made him an amazing body. Almost no one is willing to fight with him.
"It looks good now. I think this Lin Yun must use a sword!"
"If you dare not use your sword when facing Zhang Han, you are courting death."
"Both of them have winning streaks. No matter who wins this game, one person's winning streak will end."
"I heard that winning streak is like doubling points, and the impact is still huge."
After winning thirteen games in a row, Lin Yun didn't even use his sword, which disappointed many of the disciples watching the battle.
Lin Yun has his own considerations. Liufeng's mastery of swordsmanship is his biggest trump card.
If you can hide a move in the group stage, it will be a surprise in the knockout rounds.
In the group stage, don’t use it if you can!
Besides, the perfect Tiger Fist, combined with the third level of Pure Yang Kung Fu, is enough to deal with most opponents.
When everyone saw Lin Yun walking onto the ring with empty hands.
Everyone was dumbfounded!
"I'll go. Isn't this looking down on Ma Kui too much?"
"This little sword slave is so rampant once he gains power. Brother Ma, let's cheer for you!"
"Come on, Senior Brother Ma, let him know how powerful your Ziyun Fist is!"
On the ring, Ma Kui frowned slightly and looked a little ugly. Zhang Han didn't dare to look down on him like that.
A sword slave turned out to be so arrogant after an unexpected encounter.
"Little sword slave, do you look down on me, Mr. Ma?"
A trace of anger flashed in Zhang Han's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Pull out your sword. Even if I lose to you today, I will be convinced by the Liufeng swordsmanship."
"Sorry, I don't plan to use a sword in this battle."
Lin Yun wanted to explain, not looking down on the other party, but after thinking about it, he couldn't explain it clearly.
"Arrogant!"
Lin Yun's words completely angered Ma Kui, and his Iron Wall Skill was activated.
His already tall figure swelled again and became extremely burly. The exposed muscles of his upper body actually gave off a faint metallic luster under the sunlight.
Rub rub rub rub!
Ma Kui rushed forward, leaving deep footprints on the rocks on the ring with every step he took.
The ground seemed to be shaking. The expressions of all the disciples in the audience changed drastically.
"Senior Brother Ma is angry!"
"I didn't expect that Senior Brother Ma's strength would be so strong. It seems that there is a hidden method ahead."
"Okay, I see this sword slave is stepping down like this. He said he won't use the sword!"
The spectators became particularly excited when they saw Ma Kui's strength.
Lin Yun's expression remained unchanged as he faced the opponent and punched him wildly.
clang!
The fists collided and a sound erupted
There was a loud noise, and Lin Yuntu felt his fingers were slightly numb and sore.
"This is just the beginning!"
Noticing the subtle changes in Lin Yun's face, Ma Kui smiled slightly, and the color of his fists gradually darkened.
His fists were like the wind, blasting out continuously.
Bang bang bang!
Lin Yun used the Tiger Fist to fight decisively and received every punch.
When the opponent's fist turned completely purple, he let out a muffled groan and was violently kicked out.
He almost fell out of the ring.
"Purple Cloud Fist!"
"Senior Brother Ma Kui's Ziyun Fist has been perfected!"
The disciples in the audience exclaimed when they saw Ma Kui's fist turn purple.
"What a strong punch!"
Lin Yun was secretly frightened, and immediately changed his strategy, tiptoeing, and floated over.
He used the movement skills of Dayan Jue to dodge at high speed, no longer fighting head-on with the opponent.
Clang clang clang!
In an instant, Lin Yun dodged at high speed, and countless punches landed on the opponent. There was a metallic collision sound, and Lin Yun's arm was almost numb from the blast, but the opponent seemed to be fine at all.
"It's useless. You can't break through my physical defense. No matter how many times you hit me, I'll be fine. And I only need to hit you with one punch to defeat you, just like now!"
call!
The moment he finished speaking, Ma Kui punched out, as fast as lightning.
This punch had been planned for a long time, but it came too fast and at such a tricky angle that Lin Yun couldn't get out of the way.
He only had time to cross his arms to block it, but was blasted away by the opponent.
Phew!
Lin Yun felt a sweetness in his throat, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, but he was injured by the internal energy of the opponent's Ziyun Fist.
"Sword slave, this is what will happen if you don't draw your sword, you will be defeated by me!"
Ma Kui hurt Lin Yun with one punch, and Ma Kui shouted angrily, and before Lin Yun landed, he rushed over again. He was tall and powerful, and his body was like a copper wall, and he rushed over like a wild bull.
"Gonna win!"
Seeing the desperate situation deep in Lin Yun, the disciples watching the battle below shouted.
Lin Yun raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that Ma Kui was so scheming.
Knowing that his body skills were not as good as his own, he waited for the moment he landed and unleashed the peak blow of Ziyun Fist.
But if you want him to draw the sword, this ability is really not enough.
Bang bang bang!
Lin Yun's bones exploded a hundred times, the sound was like thunder, and when he landed, he unleashed all the power of the Tiger Fist at its peak.
At this moment, the Tiger Fist was at its peak, with full firepower and no reservations.
A terrifying aura erupted from his body that surpassed the sixth level of martial arts. The moment he clenched his fingers and punched out.
There seemed to be a fierce tiger behind him, roaring furiously.
With his punch, the tiger seemed to jump from the mountains to the ring, bringing up boundless wind.
The tiger returns to the mountain, and all the beasts come to visit!
Click!
The fists collided, and there seemed to be a sound of something breaking.
Ma Kui rushed towards him with a huge look of shock on his face, and in just a moment, he was knocked backwards.
After landing, his body returned to normal, and he continued to glide all the way out of the ring.
Roar!
In the empty arena, the roar of the tiger lingered, and the strong wind scattered everywhere.
Lin Yun's clothes were fluttering, and his unruly and domineering attitude towards Huang Jianman appeared on his handsome face again.
"This is the ultimate and perfect Tiger Fist!"
"Oh my God, there is actually someone who has mastered the Tiger Fist to its peak."
"How much perseverance and strong understanding is required to achieve this."
"Big defeat of Ma Kui, thirteen consecutive victories... I can't stop it, this sword slave is really going to soar into the sky."
The disciples watching the battle in the audience were ashen-faced, and they really couldn't accept the sudden reversal of the situation.
Just a little bit away, just a little bit away, Lin Yun was defeated.
The one who is ridiculous in the end is still Lin Yun.
Just as someone said, Lin Yun, who has won thirteen consecutive victories, has soared into the sky and is unstoppable!
[Thank you to Xianwu Talent for a reward of 10,000 panda coins]
