That's It?

After Lin Chen's match ended, the rest of the matches continued one after another.

By the time they entered the top-ten matches, they were basically all clashes between those at Body Tempering Stage Five and Body Tempering Stage Six. It left the people watching from the VIP seats greatly amazed, sighing from time to time about how wonderful it would be if their own younger generation had so many geniuses.

As the matches entered the semifinals, Lin Chen, Lin Dong, Lin Xia, and Lin Hong smoothly defeated the rest of their opponents.

This next round of drawing lots was extremely important!

"Brother Chen, please don't let me draw you."

Lin Xia stayed beside Lin Chen, her face full of prayer, only hoping that in the upcoming draw, the opponent she picked would not be Lin Chen. That way, she would have no reservations.

Of those who had come to participate in the Clan Tournament, who did not want to take first place?

"It would be best if I could draw Lin Hong. That way, I could help Brother Chen clear away an obstacle!"

Hearing this, Lin Chen smiled and said, "It's fine. Anyone able to make it this far should receive the clan's focused nurturing. Aside from the Blood Condensing Vermilion Fruit, the Third-grade Spirit Medicine for first place, the rest of the rewards aren't that different."

Among those who had entered the top four, Lin Chen knew all of them, and aside from Lin Hong, his relationship with the others was decent.

In that case, both sides were dear to him. He might as well remain calm; whoever he met, he met, and they would let ability decide.

"Sister Xia, I don't want to draw Brother Chen either."

Lin Dong was also rather anxious and nervous. He was still thinking of charging into the top two; at the very least, he had to give Lin Hong a ruthless beating. Only then would he feel most comfortable and satisfied. Losing in the finals after that would not matter.

His mood was about the same as Lin Xia's.

"Begin the draw!"

Under Lin Ken's hosting, the new round of drawing lots began once more.

Lin Xia and Lin Dong both drew out their wooden slips with great apprehension. They each looked at the numbers on them, then glanced at each other, and both let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, they had not drawn Lin Chen. Otherwise, their match would have ended here.

"Sister Xia, my opponent seems to be you."

Lin Dong was the first to show the wooden slip he had drawn, while Lin Xia opposite him also flipped over her wooden slip. The numbers on them were exactly the same, clearly showing that this was a duel between the two of them.

As for the remaining two wooden slips, there was no need for Lin Chen and Lin Hong to draw them. The result was already very clear.

"Hmph!"

Lin Hong snorted coldly, pointed at Lin Dong, and said in a deep voice, "Cousin Lin Dong, your luck this time is pretty good. It's just a pity that this Clan Tournament will probably stop here for you. You'd better watch how your cousin takes first place in the clan competition!"

His words carried a hidden meaning.

Obviously, he was referring to the vow he had left behind during the earlier conflict: after winning first place in the Clan Tournament, he would ask Lin Zhentian, their grandfather, for marriage, and marry Lin Dong's younger sister, Qing Tan.

On one hand, it was to take revenge on Lin Dong. On the other, it was naturally to satisfy certain thoughts of his own.

No matter which it was, Lin Dong would never allow it to happen!

"Cousin Lin Hong, I hope you can still be this arrogant in front of Brother Chen."

Lin Dong's icy gaze fell on Lin Hong, staring at him until his scalp tingled slightly, before he said evenly.

He was well aware of Lin Chen's strength. It was even more terrifying than his own.

Of all people to provoke, Lin Hong just had to provoke him.

And he still wanted to take first place in the Clan Tournament? That was truly wishful thinking.

This time, forget first place—even a top-three ranking was something he should not dream of obtaining!

"Lin Chen?"

Lin Hong sneered, not taking Lin Dong's words to heart at all. He turned his head to look at Lin Chen, and when he recalled the earlier scene of the other party stepping in to stop him, he felt rather displeased. Now was the perfect chance to use the match to deal with him.

"Cousin, you'd better do as Cousin Lin Dong said and wake me from my sweet dream of taking first place. Hahahaha!"

When he said this, he could not help laughing wildly, using it to mock them.

Did they really think that before the Clan Tournament, he would not investigate?

Lin Hong had long since found out that Lin Chen was currently at Body Tempering Stage Six and had not yet reached Stage Seven.

In that case, what ability did he have to stop him, someone at Body Tempering Stage Seven?

Lin Dong's threatening words just now were also treated by him as a joke.

"Little brother, Sister Xia, let's go. Some people are sunk at the bottom of their own well. How could they possibly believe the sky outside is so vast?"

Lin Chen had no interest in wasting more words with him. After throwing out these words, he went straight to the Competition Platform to wait.

Since he could settle Lin Hong here and wipe away their previous grudges, then he would do it cleanly.

Was the other party not extremely arrogant, thinking that with his own talent and strength, there was simply no one in the Lin Family stronger than him? Then next, Lin Chen would let him know what it meant that there was always someone better, and a heaven beyond the heavens!

On the Competition Platform.

Lin Chen watched Lin Hong opposite him, whose expression was gloomy and vicious. The other party was probably still thinking about how to take revenge on him.

As a shout announcing the start of the match rang out, Lin Hong moved instantly.

"Eight Desolations Palm!"

A faint glow of Yuan Power could be seen flickering over Lin Hong's body, representing that he had already reached Body Tempering Stage Seven.

The figure rushed in incredibly fast. As his hands flashed and turned, a biting palm wind suddenly came blasting toward Lin Chen's face.

Lin Chen merely raised his right hand. With two fingers pressed together, a wisp of sword qi abruptly extended from them like a short blade, stabbing straight into the incoming Eight Desolations Palm.

Hiss!

Lin Hong had thought he could rely on the power of Eight Desolations Palm to block Lin Chen's Spirit Sword Finger, but he never imagined that the instant they touched, a bloody gash would appear across the skin of both his palms.

If he had not dodged in time, avoiding it at the cost of dispersing his palm wind, he feared his hands would no longer be usable.

"How can this Spirit Sword Finger be so powerful?"

With Lin Hong's eyesight, he could naturally tell that Lin Chen was using the lower second-grade martial art, Spirit Sword Finger.

Logically, it should not have possessed such formidable power.

Lin Hong thought of Lin Yun, who had fought Lin Chen earlier. That man had also trained his Falling Stone Fist to a very profound level, and if he reached Body Tempering Stage Seven, he would pose a huge threat to him.

Yet when Lin Yun had faced Lin Chen's Spirit Sword Finger, he had surrendered outright, not daring to clash head-on.

At that time, he had felt especially disdainful and contemptuous of Lin Yun's cowardice.

Now, it seemed he was the one being slapped in the face.

Lin Hong only felt his cheeks burning. Refusing to believe it, he once again used Eight Desolations Palm against Lin Chen.

This time, he did not use both palms. Instead, he kept his left hand free to block the Spirit Sword Finger Lin Chen cast with his right hand, while threatening him with his right palm.

The Eight Desolations Palm unleashed at full strength was even more powerful than before. The sounds of it tearing through the air rang out in bursts, its palm wind fierce and forceful as a tiger.

"That's it?"

Lin Chen had thought the other party might have some other moves, but after watching him, it was still just this worn-out Eight Desolations Palm. He had no patience to keep waiting.

Since he had lost interest, he would deal with him!

Spirit Sword Finger!

The sharp sword qi instantly split the Eight Desolations palm wind apart again and again, stabbing straight toward Lin Hong's shoulder.

"How is that possible!?"

Lin Hong tried to pull away, but there was no time at all. He could only watch helplessly as the Spirit Sword Finger pierced through the clothing on his shoulder, flicked his clothes away in passing, and then Lin Chen struck out with his left hand using the same Eight Desolations Palm, sending him flying with a crash, out of the range of the Competition Platform.

His eyes were filled with despair.

Facing Lin Chen, he actually had no power to resist at all.

For someone who prided himself on being a genius of the Lin Family, this was undoubtedly an even greater blow than defeat!

Seeing this, Lin Ken, who was presiding over the match, immediately announced, "This match, Lin Chen wins!"