One Punch, 999

"Impossible, impossible, this is impossible..."

Wang Lei, slumped on the ground, looked as if he had seen a ghost, pointing at Lin Dong and roaring at the top of his lungs, "Nirvana Stage expert?! How could you possibly be Nirvana Stage expert?!"

"Hiss, Lin Dong is Nirvana Stage expert?"

Those who witnessed this scene gasped in shock.

But what else could Wang Lei, who severely Nirvana Stage Realm expert with a single punch, be but Nirvana Stage expert? Creation Stage expert? Don't be ridiculous.

Lin Fan and Mo Jingtian, who had just been rushing over like madmen, were frozen in place, maintaining their comical charging posture, staring blankly at Lin Dong, who had put his fists back and was standing there.

It seems like the two of them made a fool of themselves?

"As expected, you're just as useless as your two sons."

Lin Dong withdrew his fist and stood up, glancing at Wang Lei indifferently.

"Lin Dong, you, you..."

Even though he was Nirvana Stage expert like Lin Dong, being mocked to his face by a junior in front of everyone caused an unnatural flush to rise on Wang Lei's already pale face.

After a sudden sway, he fainted.

"Father, Father..."

Wang Yan, who had been avoiding Lin Dong like the plague, finally couldn't hold back any longer and rushed over to support the unconscious Wang Lei.

"It seems I underestimated you. When you easily killed Lin Langtian, who Creation Stage Peak, I had a guess about your cultivation level. I thought you had probably already reached the Half-step Nirvana Stage. However, I never expected that you were already a true Nirvana Stage expert."

Lin Fan rubbed his stiff old face and smiled bitterly.

"If the Patriarch leader doesn't ask, Lin Dong naturally can't bring himself to say it."

Lin Dong smiled faintly. He could take on ten weak Nirvana Stage expert like Wang Lei, who had broken through after absorbing two or three hundred thousand Nirvana Pill.

"You..."

Lin Fan, feeling both amused and exasperated, gave Lin Dong a dismissive nod.

"Brother Lin Fan, your Lin Clan is truly remarkable. You have actually produced a Nirvana Stage expert who is not even twenty years old. The Lin Clan is about to rise to prominence."

"Tsk, we're getting old. A junior has actually caught up with us. We have no choice but to admit defeat."

"Your Lin Clan will surely gain something in this Hundred Dynasties War. I ask Brother Lin Fan to ask Lin Dong to take good care of my Qin Shi."

While the two were talking, the leaders of the other major clans and sects surrounded Lin Fan, congratulating him repeatedly and making him beam with joy.

"Lin Fan, the rules of the Seed Selection Competition were set jointly by our families. Wang Lei broke the rules, and according to the rules, they can be directly disqualified from participating in the next competition. But now the Wang Clan is offering to compensate you. What are you trying to do?"

Mo Jingtian walked over and asked Lin Fan and Lin Dong in a low voice.

Hearing that Mo Jingtian planned to disqualify the Wang Clan from participating in the next Seed Selection Competition, Wang Lei, who had pretended to faint, immediately "Youyou up" and planned to make amends for his sins by spending a lot of money.

"Lin Dong, what do you mean?"

Lin Fan didn't speak, but instead looked at Lin Dong.

"Listen to the Patriarch chief."

Lin Dong waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care about these things.

"Well."

Lin Fan, who mistakenly thought that Lin Dong was taking care of him, smiled happily, but immediately turned his head and said with a serious expression, "We can accept the compensation from the Wang Clan, but Wang Lei must show sincerity. We want 10,000, no, 30,000 Nirvana Pill."

"Wang Lei, did you hear that? Either you produce 30,000 Nirvana Pill, or we will disqualify the Wang Clan from the competition."

Mo Jingtian nodded and said to Wang Lei with a stern face.

As the ruler of the dynasty, Mo Jingtian naturally had no liking for rule-breakers like Wang Lei, since rules are the cornerstone of a ruler's rule.

"Yes, my Wang Clan will present 30,000 Nirvana Pill tonight."

Wang Lei gave a bitter smile and reluctantly admitted it.

Currently, the Wang Clan only has a stockpile of Nirvana Pill totaling over 70,000. Lin Fan's offer to take half of them is tantamount to robbing the Wang Clan of its resources.

But what can be done? If the Wang Clan cannot participate in the dynasty's Seed Selection Competition, the clan will completely decline within a hundred years at most.

Damn it, impulsiveness is the devil! With that one strike, he wiped out half of the Wang Clan's Nirvana Pill!

In fact, strictly speaking, after being knocked unconscious by Lin Dong's punch, he was actually given 30,000 Nirvana Pill, which is enough to make one despair!

"Hmph, we'll wait."

Lin Fan was naturally less patient with the culprit, Wang Lei, and after giving a cold snort, he stopped talking.

Feeling utterly humiliated, Wang Lei immediately led his Wang Clan and men away in a sorry state after Wang Zhong staggered out of the palace.

"Boom!"

Just ten minutes after the Wang clan members left, the remaining four tightly closed doors were opened from the inside. Du Yun of the Tianluo Sect, Man Shan, the tiger general of the Barbarian King Sect, Mo Ling in green robes of the Great Yan royal family, and Qin Shi of the Qin clan were all powerful experts at the Great Perfection of the Creation Realm.

With this, the five candidates for the Seed Selection Competition have been completely selected!

Qin Shi and the other three, who had interacted with their elders, looked at Lin Dong with even greater awe. A true Nirvana Stage expert? They couldn't afford to offend him!

"Everyone, the Dynasty's Seed Selection Competition has come to a complete end. Tomorrow we will send Lin Dong and the other four into the Sacred Spirit Pond to begin a month of arduous training."

After meeting with everyone, Mo Jingtian announced loudly.

Nighttime, a corner of the palace.

"Lin Dong, this is 30,000 Nirvana Pill sent by that old Wang Lei. It was originally intended as an apology to you. Please accept it."

Lin Fan, filled with envy, handed a black Cosmic Bag to Lin Dong.

"Leave it to the clan. When we get to the Ancient Battlefield, Lin Dong will have his own way of obtaining enough Nirvana Pill."

Lin Dong his head and pushed the Cosmic Bag back.

Having the entire Dan River at his disposal, he naturally wouldn't be interested in such paltry sums.

"Leave it to the clan?"

Lin Fan was slightly taken aback and subconsciously swallowed.

The Lin Clan's stock of Nirvana Pill was slightly less than that of the Wang Clan, with only over 60,000 pills. These 30,000 Nirvana Pill were considered an exceptionally generous gift.

With 30,000 Nirvana Pill, plus the clan's reserves, Lin Fan was even confident that he could directly challenge the first level of Nirvana Tribulation and step into the true One Yuan Nirvana Stage.

"Well, I know that the clan's stock of Nirvana Pill is not much, so let's keep them for the clan. The Nirvana Qi in the Ancient Battlefield is exceptionally strong, and there are plenty of ways to obtain Nirvana Pill."

Seeing this, Lin Dong smiled and once again clearly refused.

"Oh dear, I can't accept this."

Lin Fan quickly stuffed the Cosmic Bag into his robes, seemingly afraid that Lin Dong might change his mind.

Lin Dong; "..."

"Lin Dong, I intend to establish the Yan City branch as the Main Clan of the Inner Clan and give it full control over the clan Clan Assembly. What do you think?"

Lin Fan, who found Lin Dong increasingly pleasing to the eye, immediately reciprocated with a toast.

For an elder like Lin Zhentian, who yearns to join the Inner Clan, this is an even more precious gift than 30,000 Nirvana Pill, and Lin Dong would not refuse it.

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