Shepherd God

When this scene appeared, many faces were filled with shock.

Barrages of comments kept appearing.

"Holy crap! Shepherd God has no limits! A 3.7 Blood Qi Value and still an instant kill!"

"Incredible! Too incredible! Worthy of my Shepherd God!"

"Ahhh! My husband is so handsome!"

"Calm down upstairs, that's my husband!"

"..."

The various hall masters watching from outside also had visibly changed expressions.

An instant kill of a martial artist with a Blood Qi Value around 2.0 would shock them, but they'd find it reasonable.

But a martial artist with a Blood Qi Value of 3.7 was also instantly killed!

Such strength was simply horrifying.

"This kid, are you sure he's just a sparring partner?" the Augu Martial Hall Master couldn't help but question.

"Whose sparring partner can be this impressive! He should be a front Jiang He Martial Hall brought in from somewhere!" another person said.

"With his level, he'll at least be a Third-Order Martial Artist in the future!"

"..."

Min Tie's heart was also stirred, because Lin Mu's performance truly exceeded his expectations.

Lin Mu stood in place, and before long, another figure appeared.

Almost the moment he emerged, Lin Mu charged over and slapped him.

That person barely reacted before being instantly killed by Lin Mu.

The next few matches continued in the same manner.

Lin Mu's name stayed firmly at the top.

About an hour later, a voice came from within the virtual space.

"Now begins the final round of the duel. The winner of this match will receive ten times the Points!"

As that figure appeared, a silhouette slowly materialized before Lin Mu.

It was a dark-skinned man holding a Curved Saber.

When he saw Lin Mu, a fighting spirit gleamed in his eyes.

Lin Mu recognized this person. He was the top dog of Wen Yue Martial Hall, named Mo Lin, with a Blood Qi Value around 6.9, skilled in blade techniques.

He was also the perpetual second place in this competition.

Although he tried hard to achieve instant kills, some of his opponents were good at dodging, which cost him time.

Now entering the finals, he naturally wanted to know who was stronger—him or Lin Mu.

As the two figures stepped onto the arena, many outside looked on with anticipation.

This was the final match.

The one that decided the ultimate ranking.

"Who do you think will win between them?"

"No brainer, of course my Shepherd God!"

"Don't talk nonsense. The other side is from Wen Yue Martial Hall. Even if he didn't get instant kills every match, he's still a 6.9 Blood Qi Value existence, and he has capital backing him, so resources won't be lacking!"

"True, I've seen him fight at Wen Yue Martial Hall before. His combat power is insane! Even someone with a Blood Qi Value of 7.0 isn't his match. Barring accidents, he'll definitely rank in this year's Martial Arts Exam!"

"Unimaginable. Someone like that in school—I wouldn't even qualify to meet him!"

"..."

Many were buzzing with discussion, all curious who would take first place.

The various martial halls were also watching closely.

Because this match would also affect the landscape of Li City's many martial halls.

Lin Mu waved one hand, and a long blade materialized.

Since his opponent was using a weapon, he naturally wouldn't hold back.

A faint smile tugged at Mo Lin's lips: "I've watched all your previous matches. Barring surprises, your Blood Qi Value should be above 6.5 too! A genius like you willing to help Jiang He Martial Hall—that surprises me quite a bit."

Lin Mu's expression was calm: "If a lord treats me as a scholar of state, I will repay him as a scholar of state."

Mo Lin's lips curled into a slight smile. He said nothing more, simply swinging his Curved Saber gently.

"Match start!"

With the sound of a mechanical chime, his figure charged toward Lin Mu.

His speed was astonishing. The moment he reached Lin Mu, the curved saber in his hand swept toward Lin Mu's knee joint.

He struck at his weak point right from the start.

Lin Mu's long blade danced.

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out.

Mo Lin wielded his blade with one hand, the curved saber flying at Lin Mu from different angles at breakneck speed.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Lin Mu shifted his stance, his long blade parrying swiftly as a series of clashes echoed.

The two were locked in a stalemate.

Just then, a strange blood-red hue surfaced on Mo Lin's curved saber, and his attacks turned savage.

"Blood Slash!"

A roar tore from Mo Lin's throat as a fierce, overwhelming force surged forth.

This was a Second-stage Martial Skill—once unleashed, his power multiplied.

"Dragon's Thousand-Mile Stride!"

Dragon's Roars resounded from Lin Mu's body as his long blade descended rapidly.

Boom!

A massive crash erupted, and a powerful shockwave spread in all directions.

At that moment, Lin Mu's blade kept falling, each strike accompanied by a Dragon's Roar.

Mo Lin's expression shifted.

He had been the one pressing the attack, thinking he had Lin Mu on the back foot. He never expected Lin Mu's offense to be so ferocious.

Every blow landed precisely, each one striking his weak points.

Before he could hold out for even a few moves, Mo Lin felt a chill in his heart.

He had a premonition—if this continued, Lin Mu would inevitably break through his defenses.

It suddenly dawned on him why Lin Mu could keep landing instant kills.

Because his combat experience was extremely seasoned.

His control over the rhythm of battle was also formidable.

"Damn it!" A ruthless glint flashed in Mo Lin's eyes.

A surge of blood energy swirled around him, making him seem like a humanoid Fierce Beast.

"Sky-Rending Slash!"

As the words fell, the curved saber in his hand erupted with an overwhelming pressure.

A terrifying slash surged forth.

Facing his assault, Lin Mu's face remained indifferent.

He moved, his long blade descending repeatedly.

Just as the enemy's slash was about to land on him—

Bolts of lightning crackled around Lin Mu's long blade.

"Thunder-Slaying Three Blades!"

In that instant, he was like a lord of thunder, his long blade wrapped in countless saber shadows, hacking toward Mo Lin with terrifying force.

Mo Lin's face twisted in shock.

He had never imagined Lin Mu possessed such an attack.

This strike was almost absolute suppression.

His so-called Sky-Rending Slash shattered the moment it clashed with Lin Mu's blade.

His figure was sent flying backward, blood gushing from his mouth.

He knew full well that Lin Mu had held back—otherwise, that blow would have cleaved him in two.

"Thunder-Slaying Three Blades! A martial skill like that—someone actually mastered it!" Mo Lin thought bitterly, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

He had thought there wasn't much gap between him and Lin Mu, maybe even that he was slightly stronger.

But now he realized the difference was far from trivial.

Even going all out, he couldn't scratch Lin Mu.

"He's the same age as me—how the hell is he this monstrous?!" Mo Lin mused inwardly as his figure slowly faded from the arena.

A mechanical voice rang out at that moment.

"Winner: Lin Mu!"