30: Ultimate crushing

"Impossible!!"

Zuo Zhengqing roared, the meridians in his body fully visible as he exerted force frantically with his right hand.

Lin Yan's expression remained unchanged. With his foot planted on the sword hilt, the meridians in his body also became visible.

Clang! Clang! Clang——!

The treasured sword trembled violently within its sheath, emitting resonant ringing sounds.

What kind of power is this!

I can't pull it out!

I simply can't pull it out!

Zuo Zhengqing's face flushed red, veins bulging on his arm, his heart filled with disbelief.

"Holy shit!!"

"Second-order seventh-level!"

"Yan Wang went easy during the preliminaries!"

Everyone's eyes were shaken.

"He went from first-order ninth-level to second-order seventh-level in just a few days?"

"No match!"

"Zuo Zhengqing is simply no match at all."

"He's also a Prodigy, his cultivation is even one level higher."

"But he can't even draw his sword."

"Yan Wang is too strong!"

"Is it going to end just like this?"

Duan Tiancheng's head felt a bit dizzy.

Only he knew.

This kid wasn't hiding his cultivation and going easy during the preliminaries.

Rather, he had just broken through again yesterday.

A three-level Breakthrough all at once!

Are you fucking a poet?!

"It seems you can't even draw your sword in front of me."

Lin Yan spoke indifferently, his body not moving an inch.

"Is this the level of the runner-up on the college entrance exam?"

"Truly weak."

You!

Zuo Zhengqing's eyes burned with anger.

He directly gave up on drawing the sword, withdrew his right hand, and threw a punch forward.

Thud——!

A dull thud sounded.

Lin Yan steadily caught his right fist, the corner of his mouth curling up slightly.

"Even more so, a bit foolish."

After speaking, his right leg, still planted on the sword hilt, suddenly exerted force, and a powerful strength instantly erupted.

Zuo Zhengqing's expression changed drastically.

Crack——!

A crisp snapping sound.

"Ah!"

He let out a pained scream.

The treasured sword was kicked flying, his left hand hung down limply as if broken.

After the kick.

Lin Yan didn't pause for even a moment.

His left hand still tightly gripping Zuo Zhengqing's right fist, his right foot directly kicked towards his abdomen.

Thud——!

Crack——!

Another crisp snap and dull thud echoed simultaneously.

Zuo Zhengqing's right hand followed suit, and his entire body was sent flying horizontally off the arena.

How could this be!

Feeling the complete numbness in both arms, his face was full of pain and despair.

He completely could not accept this outcome.

A crushing defeat!

An extreme crushing defeat!

Despite possessing combat power at the third-order first-level.

From beginning to end, he had no chance to fight back whatsoever.

"Roar!"

"Brother Yan is awesome!!"

The audience erupted.

"Damn!"

"Absurdly strong!"

"I thought it would be an epic battle."

"But it turned out to be a complete and utter crushing!"

"Is this the Yan Wang who cleared the King's Road and set a record?"

The judging panel was also deeply shaken.

This result was also beyond their expectations.

"Lin Yan, victory."

On another arena.

Gong Ren, who had also been easily sent flying, struggled to get up from the ground.

He glanced at Zuo Zhengqing, who still hadn't gotten up, and sighed softly.

Stepping forward, he helped him up.

The appearance of a Gu Chen had already made them despair enough.

Now, here came another Lin Yan.

To be honest.

He'd rather not have been born in this so-called golden age.

Gu Chen watched the figure leaping down from the arena, a trace of gravity flashing in his eyes.

Even if he were to face Zuo Zhengqing, the result would be pretty much the same.

"Second match."

"Xue Cheng vs Lian Chuan."

"Ning Lingyao vs Ye Congshuang."

The tournament's progress wouldn't stall because of any result.

The four ascended the two arenas.

"Dark Horse versus Dark Horse, nemesis versus nemesis."

"These two matches are also going to be great to watch."

"No shit."

"Have you ever seen an elimination match that wasn't good to watch?"

The referees from both sides scanned the four.

"Begin!"

Ning Green Tea!

Ye Bitch!

Ning Lingyao and Ye Congshuang started off like Mars colliding with Earth. The two, whose strength was extremely close, instantly became entangled in a chaotic brawl.

On the other side.

Lin Yan looked at Xue Cheng and Lian Chuan, who were also charging forward.

These two kids have always fought to a draw since childhood.

They have never once determined a winner or loser.

This time, it would most likely also be... He paused.

All the spectators also had a momentary lapse.

"What the fuck?"

They saw the two about to collide slam on the brakes, simultaneously extend their right hands, their eyes filled with seriousness.

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

"Paper.. paper.. paper...!"

The corner of Lin Yan's mouth twitched.

Fine, fine, fine.

So this is your battle for fame, huh.

Now you two are truly famous.

The audience had black lines on their foreheads.

"Damn."

"These two are clearly on good terms."

"We've been fooled."

"Let's watch the other big battle."

Some of the two newcomers' fans covered their faces.

"And I actually thought Xue Cheng was quite handsome, and Lian Chuan had a certain charm."

"They're just two clowns."

The result quickly emerged amidst the intense confrontation.

"Best of three!"

"I won!"

Xue Cheng revealed a smile.

Lian Chuan hung his head dejectedly and leaped off the arena.

"Hmph."

"You just got lucky."

The referee announced, utterly speechless.

"Xue Cheng, victory!"

Who knew that upon hearing this, Xue Cheng made no move.

He turned his head to look at the referee.

"For the next match, I forfeit."

The judging panel froze.

What the hell?

What the hell is going on?

On the most anticipated Decisive Day, you pull this?

"Are you sure?"

Xue Cheng nodded as if it were the most natural thing.

"Sure."

The judging panel took a deep breath.

"Fine."

If a contestant refuses to fight, are they supposed to drag him up there?

"Oh?"

Although most of the audience was focused on the battle between Ning Lingyao and Ye Congshuang, they naturally hadn't missed the situation on the other side either.

"What's going on?"

"Is Yan Wang being sent straight to the Finals?"

"It's normal, I guess."

"Neither Xue Cheng nor Lian Chuan is as strong as Zuo Zhengqing."

"Their current ranking is good enough."

A careful observer commented.

"Not quite."

"That's only one reason."

"Look, Yan Wang, Xue Cheng, and Lian Chuan are talking and laughing."

"They know each other!"

"This was planned all along."

At this moment, some scattered Bullet Comments appeared.

"I was their high school classmate."

"They grew up together, children from the same Orphanage."

"Closer than blood brothers."

"I can vouch for that."

"I'm also a high school classmate of Yan Wang and the others."

Leaving aside the various discussions.

"Brother Yan."

"We're waiting for your performance."

Xue Cheng and Lian Chuan retreated to the side.

Lin Yan glanced at the other arena where the fight was still undecided, and his consciousness entered the System.

[Host has utterly crushed the martial dao heart of a Prodigy with overwhelming force, advancing directly to the Finals. domineering index: Three and a half stars. charge value: 70%]

Three and a half stars.

Not bad.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It had to be you.

Zuo Zhengqing.

A single person directly matched the entire preliminaries.

It's just that this martial dao heart is a bit too fragile, isn't it?

Shattered just like that?

He didn't think too much about it.

Opponents he had already defeated.

No longer held any value.

Because from now on, they wouldn't even be qualified to see his tail lights.

His gaze shifted towards the battle that had already reached a white-hot intensity.

Two spirit weapons were embedded in the arena.

The two goddesses in the hearts of many had fought until their spiritual power was exhausted and were now wrestling with each other in a wild, savage manner.

Ning Lingyao's cute, pretty face bore several scratch marks.

Ye Congshuang, with her usual cool and aloof aura, wasn't faring much better either, her hair disheveled and blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

The audience's eyes swept back and forth over the two whose clothes were slightly tattered, swallowing their saliva.

What a blessing.

"Ye Bitch."

"Die!"

Ning Lingyao grabbed towards Ye Congshuang's pair of 'big thunderbolts'.

"Hmph."

Ye Congshuang dodged sideways, throwing a punch towards Ning Lingyao's chest.

"Flat-chested."

"Jealous?"

Lin Yan glanced at Gu Chen on the other side, who had a helpless look in his eyes.

Sure enough, women fighting over a man's affection always end up reverting to the most primitive form of romance.

Time passed.

Their movements grew slower and slower.

Even lying on the arena wrestling, neither would admit defeat.

The judging panel checked the time and discussed in low voices.

"Half an hour has passed."

"This situation has never occurred before."

"Judging by their state, they could keep going for another half hour."

"The main issue is the upcoming match."

"Given their relationship with Gu Chen, they'll probably just send him straight to the Finals anyway. Might as well declare a draw for them and move the Semifinals and Finals scheduled for the afternoon to this morning."

"To avoid that Lin Yan causing any more trouble."

"Indeed."

"Agreed."

"Approved."