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"Did you see that? This is the Fang Clan's Hengkong Sword Art. It's powerful, and can sweep across people of the same level and above!"
"En, I think, only the outstanding disciples in the sect can stop him, this speed is too fast."
"Why didn't the Faang Xia kill Lin Yue with a single sword strike? Every single time he reached the end, he would pause for a moment. If he were to directly stab downwards, with his speed, Lin Yue would have died a long time ago."
"Maybe he wanted to torture Lin Yue and kill him. Who asked that kid to cripple Fang Xing?"
In their eyes, the Faang Xia held absolute initiative, while Lin Yue could only continuously escape and escape, almost getting slaughtered every time.
After a while, through the thin clouds of smoke, everyone saw the scene of the chase and escape begin again on the high platform.
On the Deathmatch Battlestage that was less than a hundred square meters, the two of them exchanged their positions, creating a feeling of the vast sky.
Two incense sticks of time were almost up. By this time, the two of them had already slowed down to a speed as fast as lightning.
Usually, when he leaped over, he would only be able to travel several zhang. He no longer had afterimages flying in the air.
"Ding!"
This time, Lin Yue was in the middle of escaping, when he suddenly turned around.
In the next moment, the short sword in Lin Yue's hand broke into two pieces, and the sword tip flew out of the cliff, falling down and landing in front of the crowd.
"The sword is broken!?"
"This kid is going to die, Faang Xia will definitely not play with him this time."
Everyone's eyes lit up with excitement. They would soon be able to see the exciting scene of a head moving away.
On the Battlestage of Death, although Faang Xia had cut Lin Yue's short sword in half with a single slash, his own Spirit Sword was still knocked away. Furthermore, a strong force came from the sword, causing him to be unable to resist, and he couldn't help but take a step back.
"How can you have such power!?" Faang Xia instantly felt that something was wrong and looked at Lin Yue in shock.
This kid, he was clearly on the verge of death just now. How could he suddenly erupt with such powerful strength!?
Lin Yue looked at him coldly as if he was looking at a fool, his eyes filled with ridicule.
"The Fang family's Hengkong Sword is indeed powerful, but it's a pity that the person who uses it isn't a brilliant person. Now, let's end this!"
"What did you say!?"
"Thunder Fist!" Lin Yue did not reply, with an explosive shout, the power of his fist suddenly exploded out, bringing along an unparalleled force, smashing towards Faang Xia.
At this time, the Genuine Essence was already at the bottom of Faang Xia. The wound wasn't deep, but the continuous accumulation of injuries still made his movements much slower.
Startled, he tried his best to raise his sword to block the incoming fist energy, but the sword was repelled by the violent fist energy. Then, he watched helplessly as a pair of fists that glowed with a rich green light smashed into his chest.
"Ah!"
With a miserable howl, Faang Xia was directly thrown out of the deathmatch with a single punch. After flying over a dozen meters, he fell down the cliff.
The disciples below were in an uproar as they quickly dodged.
"Bang!"
Bang! With a loud sound, Faang Xia's bones were smashed into a bloody mess, blood splattered everywhere. A few disciples' faces were hit by the splatter, they were terrified and wailed like ghosts.
"The Faang Xia is dead!?"
"How could it be Faang Xia who died!?"
The group of people were all stupefied when they saw the corpse's attire. Each and every one of them could not believe their eyes and revealed a deep sense of fear.
"Cha, cha, cha."
The sound of footsteps came from behind them. Everyone hurriedly turned their heads to look, only to see that Lin Yue had already climbed down from the deathmatch, and was walking towards the group of people.
"Hu La!"
The disciple blocking in front of Lin Yue couldn't help but retreat. He looked at Lin Yue like he was looking at a god of pests.
Lin Yue walked to the side of Faang Xia's corpse and pulled out the Spirit Sword that was stabbed into the ground.
Two incense sticks of time were about to pass, and he still had to participate in the second round.
Everyone looked at Lin Yue's back as it continuously dripped with blood. As he walked along, he left behind a line of sinister looking bloody footprints.
"Is this kid even human?"
"He can't die even like this!?"
"However, even though he killed Faang Xia, he is still too heavily injured. Even if he managed to reach the stage in time, he wouldn't even have the energy to fight Lin Hsing."
At this point, there weren't many people left who mocked and ridiculed him anymore. Most of them couldn't help but pay attention to the next battle. With his injuries, he would also be beaten to the stage.
In front of the secondary hall, in the plaza.
Lin Hsing stood there and watched the battle, but his thoughts were obviously not on the disciples taking the examination, but rather, he would turn his head to look at Fan Xiang who was inside a censer at the side of the stage.
The smoke curled up, turning into dust again.
This was already the second incense stick's length. Moreover, it was only the length of his pinky. In the slight breeze, the sparks on the flame were quickly burning.
Lin Hsing's lips curled up slightly, revealing a relaxed smile, and said softly: "That kid has probably been killed by the Faang Xia."
Suddenly, from the direction of the mountain behind Netherworld Sect, a disciple ran over to Lin Hsing's side in a fluster and muttered something to him in a low voice.
The smile on Lin Hsing's face stiffened, his eyebrows raised as he said in surprise: "What did you say? Faang Xia died? "Did you see it clearly!?"
That disciple gasped for breath, and said respectfully: "Senior Brother Lin, I saw clearly, Faang Xia was smashed down from the Battlestage by Lin Yue.
"However, Lin Yue did win miserably, as he had over a hundred cuts on his body from the Faang Xia's poke. Along the way, he was unable to walk steadily, and there was even a pool of blood on the ground; he might even die on the way."
Hearing the message from the disciple, Lin Hsing's expression became slightly better, he waved his hand, and said: "I understand, you can go now."
His gaze was once again fixed on the burning incense, his eyes slowly narrowing, a gloomy and cold light flashed within: "Lin Yue, you truly have exceeded my expectations, to be able to kill Faang Xia, but, there is not much time left, as long as you are unable to make it here, you have lost your chance to advance!"
A burst of dark clouds drifted over from the sky, covering the sun. The entire sky was covered in dark clouds.
Lin Yue used his sword to walk forward step by step.
He gritted his teeth and ignored the blood that was gushing out of his body. He forced himself to take a deep breath and tried his best to move forward.
"Exam!" I still want to participate in the exam! "
He repeated these words again and again, freeing his attention from the heavy injuries.
"Everyone will know my name Lin Yue. I want to become a peerless expert so no one will dare to bully me anymore …"
"There is no such thing as destiny or the Heavenly Dao. I can only rely on myself. Gritting my teeth, I can only resist once more …"
Behind him, the disciples of the Netherworld Sect were all watching him from afar. No one stepped forward to help him, as they did not want to offend Lin Hsing.
Some of them bet that Lin Yue would not be able to make it in time for the next round.
Suddenly, as he was walking, a figure whose entire body was as black as coal and whose face was stained black and dirty, jogged over. Seeing Lin Yue who was drenched in blood, the figure's body trembled violently and quickly rushed over.
The others couldn't help but jump in fright when they saw the silhouette of that person.
"What the hell is this?"
"Is that a human or a ghost?"
"It looks like a person. Look, her eyes are burning with anger, and her feet are on the ground. But, how did she become like this?"
The disciples that were following them were discussing amongst themselves and speculating about the identity of the black man.
Lin Yue was about to stumble forward, when a figure suddenly rushed forward.
"Go away!" Lin Yue's mind shook. He thought that the Fang Family's disciples had come to deal with him, so he raised his fist to punch him.
"Lin Yue, it's me!"
An anxious and tearful female voice entered Lin Yue's ears. He stared blankly for a second, before meeting the voice. He immediately lowered his hand, and muttered: "Zheng Wan?"
"Hmm? How did you end up like this? "Quickly sit down, I will apply medicine on you to treat your injuries" Zheng Wan saw that Lin Yue's entire body was bleeding profusely, and his heart felt as painful as if he was being cut by a knife.
"NO!" Zheng Wan, quickly help me up to the stage. It's already too late, I have to go and compete! "
"Look at you, how are you recuperating from your injuries!?" Compete!? "If you don't want to compete, let me treat your injuries," the woman said as she tried to support Lin Yue.
"Pa!"
Lin Yue forcefully opened Zheng Wan's hand, gritted her teeth, and said, "Zheng Wan, what you don't understand, in my heart, is not this, but … I want to become stronger! Therefore, I have to go and compete, I want to stay at my Netherworld Sect to cultivate even more profound techniques, even if it means my death, I am willing to give up, don't stop me! "
He tried his best to move forward, to avoid Zheng Wan, but he was unable to increase his speed.
"You!"
Zheng Wan was startled for a moment, her expression became gloomy, she gritted her teeth, suddenly stomped her feet and said fiercely: "You're really stubborn!"
Then, he rushed forward to support Lin Yue. He picked up the Genuine Essence and quickly rushed to the stage.