When Fighting, Use a Brick! Don't Swing Wildly-Aim for the Face and Hit Hard!

At the Lin Clan's Martial Arts Arena in Qingyang Town, Lin Dong, just as in the original story, relied on astonishing "luck" to successfully claim third place in this tournament.

The sight gave Fu Ye quite a headache.

Lin Dong's luck was simply absurd. His opponents either slipped and fell out of the ring or came down with stomachaches and could not continue competing.

The Lin Clan's triennial martial arts tournament was not particularly interesting in the first place.

Fu Ye had come mainly to see how well Lin Dong had comprehended Lun Yu, the martial art he had taught him.

"Brother Fu Ye, their fights are so boring. Did we really come here just to watch this?"

Qing Tan had already reached the Three Creation Realms. Watching a group of Body Tempering Realm cultivators like Lin Dong fight now made her feel as though they were merely playing house.

"Not exactly. I taught Lin Dong a martial art before. I came here only to see how well he has comprehended it."

"Brother Fu Ye taught Lin Dong a martial art? Then he really is an incredibly lucky fellow."

Upon hearing that her Brother Fu Ye had taught Lin Dong a martial art, Qing Tan felt that if Lin Dong still could not take first place, he would be letting Brother Fu Ye down.

In Qing Tan's heart, Brother Fu Ye was invincible.

Yet even at the very end, Lin Dong still did not use the Lun Yu Fu Ye had taught him.

"Lin Dong's cultivation speed is quite fast. He actually reached the seventh level of the Body Tempering Realm in such a short time."

Even so, Qing Tan remained thoroughly uninterested in the battle on the stage.

Bang—!!

Lin Dong directly used the lower-grade, second-rank martial art Eight