Bestowed Marriage!

Fist shadows layered over one another, falling like boulders plummeting from on high as they blasted straight toward Lin Chen's face.

The sound of air being torn apart rang especially loud inside the Trial Hall.

The Falling Stone Fist Lin Yun unleashed bore down with extreme speed and powerful momentum, compressing Lin Chen's room to move and forcing him toward the edge of the sparring platform.

Its purpose was very simple: to force Lin Chen into a head-on clash!

Lin Chen sensed the other party's intent and gave a light laugh. "Since that's the case, then let's meet force with force!"

As he brought his two fingers together, a streak of sword qi was already stabbing toward the twin fists thundering at him.

As long as the other party continued, he would inevitably suffer for it.

How could a body of flesh and blood withstand a sharp edge?

Sure enough, when Lin Yun sensed the power of the Spirit Sword Finger, he knew his Falling Stone Fist could not clash with it head-on and could only shift his attack toward Lin Chen's shoulder.

"Take this!"

The martial art Lin Yun was proficient in was precisely this Falling Stone Fist.

After avoiding a direct confrontation with the Spirit Sword Finger, his blow landed on Lin Chen's shoulder... no, Lin Chen's left hand had already blocked it with ease.

Pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap!

"You're..."

As the rapid cracks rang out, Lin Chen's left hand had already clenched into a fist and suddenly collided with the Falling Stone Fist.

A violent boom erupted, stirring up clouds of dust.

Under the force of their clash, both of them retreated to varying degrees.

"Tong Bei Fist!"

Lin Yun's expression turned somewhat ugly. He had already recognized the Fist Technique Lin Chen had used just now.

The Tong Bei Fist reached its peak at nine echoes.

In that instant of exchange, he had clearly heard a full seven echoes!

If he had not seen wrong, this was probably still not the other party's limit.

Moreover, Lin Chen also possessed the lower second-grade martial art Spirit Sword Finger, whose sharpness was even stronger than the might of his Falling Stone Fist, enough to pierce through flesh and blood.

Lin Yun was in a difficult spot. From the looks of things, there was simply no way for him to defeat the other party.

"Cousin Lin Chen, impressive skill!"

After offering a compliment, he also said straightforwardly, "Next time, we'll fight again. I concede this match!"

Lin Chen looked slightly stunned, but knowing the other party's personality, he also understood that such a move was rather normal.

They were both familiar with each other, and with the gap in strength being so great, there was no need to make things especially awkward.

Besides, why did the contest between the two of them have to be limited to this trial platform?

Lin Chen cupped his hands and said, "Cousin Lin Yun, many thanks!"

"No need to thank me. Your strength is definitely not limited to Body Tempering Stage Six!"

As Lin Yun brushed past Lin Chen, he left those words in a low voice.

That was true.

He himself was at Body Tempering Stage Six, so he naturally knew that the strength of yuan power determined the power of a martial art to a large extent.

The lower first-grade martial art Tong Bei Fist just now had only used the power of seven echoes, yet it had blasted him backward.

That already explained the problem well enough. The difference between them had to lie in their yuan power.

"I underestimated him a little..."

Lin Chen watched the other party's back and could not help murmuring.

He had already tried his best to control his yuan power, but this guy's brain was just too sharp. It was easy for him to guess after the duel ended.

Fortunately, Lin Yun had only said it by his ear. Otherwise, if the others found out, how was he supposed to frighten that fellow Lin Hong later?

In the VIP seats.

A delighted smile appeared on Qing Tan's face. She waved her little pink fist and said excitedly, "I knew Brother Chen could win!"

Lin Xiao, beside her, was also very gratified by such a result.

Only, he cast a few extra puzzled glances at Lin Chen.

That was the lower second-grade martial art Spirit Sword Finger. Judging from its power, the other party had already mastered it completely.

And after practicing the Spirit Sword Finger, Lin Chen actually still had the time and energy to cultivate this Tong Bei Fist as well, even reaching the seventh echo. This truly astonished Lin Xiao.

As for talent in the way of the sword, he still very much acknowledged that the other party belonged among the leading figures of the Lin Family's younger generation. His effort and persistence were obvious to all, so having such strength was only to be expected.

However, Fist Techniques and sword techniques were completely different. The key points they emphasized were not even on the same level.

How exactly had the other party managed to do this?

On the main platform.

Seated at its head, Lin Zhentian saw that Lin Chen had actually won so easily, and he was overjoyed, calling out his praise again and again.

"Wonderful, wonderful! Ah Chen truly does have talent in the way of the sword. This Spirit Sword Finger is only a lower second-grade martial art, yet in his hands, it was like a sharp blade. A body of flesh and blood can't touch it lightly at all."

He had hoped Lin Chen would win, and had already mentally prepared himself for the two of them to fight a bloody battle.

But he had never expected Lin Chen to claim victory so easily.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man standing beside him, Lin Ken, echoed, "Father, Ah Chen truly does have some talent in the way of the sword. Judging from that exchange just now, he should be close to Body Tempering Stage Seven as well. Once the Clan Tournament ends and he receives cultivation resources, he also has hope of charging into the Earthly Yuan Stage even faster."

Lin Zhentian understood what he meant and said with feeling, "I originally thought that among the future pillars of our Lin Family, no one had yet appeared. But now it seems that every one of these younger descendants of ours is a genius. Since they are geniuses, then we naturally must nurture them with all our strength!"

"Then, Father, if Ah Chen has a chance to take first place in the clan tournament, could I ask you to grant a marriage?"

Lin Ken's heart stirred slightly, and seizing this chance, he asked in a low voice.

Before the Clan Tournament began, the precious daughter at home had been constantly nagging him about it beside his ear.

He had not wanted to get involved at first, feeling that when it came to matters of love, was it not a little too early to talk about them now? It might delay cultivation.

But after seeing Lin Chen's performance, so outstanding as it was, if he were properly nurtured, his future achievements would surely be impressive.

At the very least, he would become a peak Earthly Yuan Stage expert, with hope of breaking through to the Heavenly Yuan Stage, or even touching the Core Formation Stage!

In that case, he definitely did not want to let the other party slip out of his grasp.

"Grant a marriage..."

Hearing this, Lin Zhentian pondered for a moment, then looked at Lin Ken with a smile that was not quite a smile and said, "Previously, Xia'er came to me and mentioned this matter. I originally thought that since you, her father, had not said anything, then I, as her grandfather, naturally shouldn't say much either. But since you're saying this now, I don't mind seeing this matter happen."

Lin Ken abruptly raised his head, his eyes lighting up as he thanked him. "Thank you for fulfilling this, Father. Xia'er will definitely be very happy!"

However, Lin Zhentian waved his hand, making the delighted Lin Ken reveal a puzzled expression.

"Father, you mean..." Did he agree, or did he not? This was really enough to make a person anxious.

"No hurry."

Lin Zhentian smiled and patted Lin Ken on the shoulder, saying, "This matter still depends on Ah Chen. If he isn't willing, we can't force him, can we?"

Lin Ken let out a breath of relief. So it was that.

"On that point, Father, you can rest assured. I absolutely won't force Ah Chen. Matters of affection always have to come slowly. With your approval, I think Ah Chen will agree as well."

His gaze rested on the white-clad youth, who was always calm and unruffled, as if nothing could trouble him.

Lin Ken knew full well that bringing about this marriage definitely could not be so simple. Other things still had to be done. He looked toward the graceful red-clad young woman, Lin Xia, who was still in the middle of her match fighting her opponent, and murmured, "Xia'er, your father has even thrown away his dignity for the sake of your ideal husband. Next, it'll be up to you to use both soft and hard tactics..."