Chapter 108: The Sect Grand Tournament (Finale)

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"Number One, Lin Yanghao, and Number Sixteen, Zeng Quan, begin!" The referee quickly gave the order, and the battle between Lin Yanghao and Zeng Quan commenced.

"I concede. I am no match for Brother Lin," Zeng Quan said, winking at Lin Yanghao before stepping back.

The arena instantly fell into a heavy silence. No one had expected Zeng Quan to surrender, let alone admit he was no match for Lin Yanghao.

"Someone pinch me! Check if I’m dreaming," a stunned voice echoed from the crowd.

"Ouch! That really hurts. You actually pinched me!"

Not only the crowd, but even the grand sect leaders were dumbfounded. Zeng Quan’s father, Zeng Fei, was especially stunned.

Had his son gone mad? How could this be?

Lin Yanghao... why did that name sound so familiar?

He seemed to have heard it somewhere before.

The more Zeng Fei thought, the more familiar the name became. Then it struck him.

Just a few days ago, his son had told him he was defeated by a disciple named Lin Yanghao.

That must be the very boy on the stage!

Meanwhile, two others remained calm: one was naturally Le Hao, who knew Zeng Quan had once been defeated by Lin Yanghao, so the surrender was unsurprising.

The other was the ancient master Jing Yun, who had sensed Lin Yanghao’s exceptional nature since yesterday and was thus not shocked.

Thus, Lin Yanghao’s match ended in what seemed like a farce.

Lin Yanghao smoothly advanced into the top eight.

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"Big brother, there are only two matches left. When it’s over, you head back to the Heavenly Martial Sect first. I’ll come to pick you up, and then we can journey to the Spiritual Realm together, hahaha," Zeng Quan said excitedly.

"Alright, it’s settled then. Brother, I entrust my life to you," he replied, then awaited the next round’s draw as the top eight had been chosen.

What made Lin Yanghao both laugh and frown was that Liu Zichen had once again advanced, for the same reason as before: her reputation was so terrifying that opponents surrendered immediately.

Lin Yanghao then drew number six, the third to appear in the next round.

"Damn it! Why is my luck so bad?" Lin Yanghao cursed, feeling gloomy.

His next opponent was Liu Zichen!

Could the queer really be interested in him? The thought sent a cold sweat down Lin Yanghao’s spine, and his body trembled involuntarily.

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His tension tightened further.

Soon, Lin Yanghao’s third match began.

"Oh, handsome young man, you’re quite good-looking. How about I keep you company?" Liu Zichen coquettishly stroked her chubby cheeks, casting a flirtatious glance at Lin Yanghao.

"I’ll keep your mother company!" Lin Yanghao had reached his limit—this was utterly disgusting, making his stomach churn.

He almost spat in Liu Zichen’s face.

Now Lin Yanghao understood why previous opponents had surrendered so quickly.

Even if they lost, they didn’t want to waste another second looking at that damned queer!

"Get the hell out of here!" Lin Yanghao felt he might vomit if he looked at her any longer, so without hesitation, he launched a full-force attack against Liu Zichen.

"Ah! That hurts! I didn’t expect you to hit so handsomely, young man. I’ve decided..." Unexpectedly, Liu Zichen’s skin was thick. Despite Lin Yanghao’s powerful strike, she was unharmed and only stepped back a few paces!

No wonder she had made it into the top eight.

"I’ll decide your fate!" Lin Yanghao intensified his attack, nearly unleashing his full strength.

He didn’t believe Liu Zichen could endure this blow.

Bang!

Liu Zichen was thrown off the stage but quickly stood up.

However, standing up was futile—leaving the stage meant defeat, and Lin Yanghao won once more.

"How did he win again? This is impossible!" voices of disbelief rang out below.

Lin Yanghao might not have known, but others certainly did.

Though Liu Zichen’s orientation was abnormal, her strength was formidable.

She had trained exclusively in external martial arts, focusing on body refinement, making her body like steel.

Usually, two or three disciples of the same realm were no match for her.

For Lin Yanghao to defeat her so easily meant his strength far surpassed hers.

Now everyone understood why Zeng Quan had surrendered. Facing such a monstrous opponent as Lin Yanghao, why bother resisting?

"Master Le, that’s not fair! Your sect actually has such a powerful disciple. We’re all envious!" Zhao Wei said with admiration.

"Master Le has been hiding his talents well—silent until now, but when revealed, shocking everyone!" Ma Teng added, jealousy evident in his tone over Heavenly Martial Sect possessing a genius like Lin Yanghao.

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Throughout history, many sects had risen to prominence thanks to a single prodigy.

Perhaps Heavenly Martial Sect would be the next to soar.

"Haha, you flatter me. It’s just a small trick," Le Hao said proudly.

But thinking that Lin Yanghao wasn’t truly his disciple, he felt a pang of disappointment.

"Hmph, Lin Yanghao, once I obtain everything from you, the Heart Refining Sect will be crushed beneath my feet!"

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"This could drag on forever! I don’t have time to waste with you all. Come on, all at once!" If this kept up, who knew how long it would last? A swift victory was better.

"You’re too arrogant. Even if you’re strong, you can’t handle all three of us. Do you really want to fight us together?"

"Stop hesitating and fight! If you let your body touch the ground, you lose!" Without waiting, the three attacked simultaneously.

They showed no mercy against Lin Yanghao—his current strength was evident.

Since Lin Yanghao didn’t object, the sect leaders and ancient master Jing Yun watched without interference.

Among the three, one formed hand seals, preparing a powerful spell, while the other two engaged Lin Yanghao in close combat, coordinating their attacks and spells.

Facing three opponents was indeed challenging.

Boom boom!

Lin Yanghao’s attention was drawn to the two in front of him, so he didn’t notice the third launching an attack aimed at his chest.

He was struck squarely.

Lin Yanghao thought, That was close. If not for the high-quality armor gifted by Le Hao, this injury would have been serious.

Now truly enraged, Lin Yanghao was no longer a meek cat.

"Divine Strike Technique!" His power surged rapidly as he employed the Divine Strike Technique.

His strength soared until reaching mid-stage Foundation Establishment before he stopped.