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"Dao Friend Te!"

"Senior Brother Te!"

"Brother Te!"

The long sword in his hand slowly fell from Te Langpu's grasp.

"Ah..."

Another scream echoed through the sky. First Snow was pulled from Te Langpu's chrysanthemum, and blood splattered high into the air...

Te Langpu clutched his chrysanthemum, his body went limp, and he fell straight down. Mid-air, blood could still be seen gushing from his chrysanthemum like a fountain.

"Langpu!"

A male cultivator flew down and caught Te Langpu. The two grown men spun in the air for who knows how many circles before stopping.

"Senior Brother, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to practice Purple Qi Comes From The East with you for a while..."

"No! Langpu, what nonsense are you saying? You'll be fine, you'll definitely be fine..."

Te Langpu shook his head, "Senior Brother, you and Jiang Lin... who is more handsome between us..."

"Does that even need to be asked? Of course, Jiang Lin is more handsome."

"Uh..."

"Langpu! What's wrong! Langpu! Langpu! Langpu..."

The man's tragic cry once again echoed through the sky. Placing his junior brother face down on the ground, the man roared and charged at Jiang Lin, "Jiang Lin! You actually injured my junior brother! I will offer your chrysanthemum as a sacrifice!"

The man took out a small iron ball. Under the urging of Spiritual Power, the iron ball suddenly enveloped the man. The next moment, the man was wearing gleaming silver armor.

Military School cultivators' weapons were usually Armor Pills. They were a bit like Martial Warriors, relying on their physical bodies for close combat, but Military School cultivators also cultivated Spiritual Power.

The man, transformed into Iron Armor Kid, threw left hooks and right hooks, up and down, left and right, BABABABA... Every punch and kick was accompanied by a purple aura.

Jiang Lin endured it punch after punch. Although they were both in the Sea Gazing Realm, the opponent's Sea Gazing Realm seemed much more solid than his own. Moreover, if Jiang Lin guessed correctly, the opponent must also be in the Martial Warrior Fourth Realm.

Thump!

Iron Armor Kid kicked Jiang Lin, sending him flying dozens of meters. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Jiang Lin "struggled" to stand up in mid-air, wiping the blood from his lips.

Diao Da: "Hey, Wu Ke, what do you think Jiang Lin is doing? He's a Martial Warrior, after all. Why is he taking hits head-on?"

Wu Ke: "I don't know either. Do you think Jiang Lin is deliberately setting us up?"

Fang Chaoqun: "Shh, don't talk. How can we possibly fathom Brother Jiang's every move?"

"Jiang Lin! Give me your chrysanthemum!"

Suddenly, Iron Armor Kid roared. The gaps in his armor began to shimmer with light. The man clasped his hands above his head, transforming into Poison Dragon Drill and charging at Jiang Lin.

"Even if I have to use my last breath, I won't fall here!"

Jiang Lin also raised his long sword.

"Sun! Give me strength!"

The scorching sun in the sky blazed, and streaks of golden light poured into Jiang Lin's sword.

"Salted Fish Thrust!"

Jiang Lin let out a deep fart, and like the afterburners of a fighter jet, it propelled him towards the Poison Dragon Drill!

"Ah!!!!!!"

"Ah!!!!!!"

All output relied on shouting. The impact of Spiritual Power spread out from the drill bit of Poison Dragon Drill and Jiang Lin's sharp sword as the center.

"Jiang Lin!"

"Ji Taimei!"

The passionate battle resonated in everyone's hearts. Both sides couldn't help but shout their names.

"Bang!"

After an explosion, the Spiritual Power dissipated. Ji Taimei fell straight down from the sky, crashing onto the ground. In the air, Jiang Lin's long hair still fluttered, and the blood at the corner of his mouth only highlighted his ethereal nature. Jiang Lin took the wine flask thrown by Fang Chaoqun, took a hearty gulp, and said nonchalantly:

"Who else?"

"Wow... so cool!"

"Jiang Lin, you're so Man."

"What does 'Man' mean?"

"I don't know, just shout it."

"Jiang Lin! You're so Man."

For a time, the Sun Moon Sect became restless, especially those who had won money; they were happier than if their Dao Companion had cheated on them.

"Jiang Lin, you lecherous thief, stop being so arrogant!"

"Remember to pay up."

"Hmph!"

A Cultivator scattered ten Mid-Grade Spirit Stones into the air as if they were loose change. Jiang Lin instantly swept them into his Storage Bag.

Instantly, in mid-air, another lightning-fast duel ensued.

Jiang Lin clearly appeared to be injured, yet he was still fighting the opponent to a standstill. Finally, after another Ultimate Move clash, Jiang Lin spat out a mouthful of blood but still stood in the air once more.

"I am injured, but I will absolutely not retreat. Since I, Jiang Lin, said I would challenge all of you alone, then I, Jiang Lin, will keep my word. However, from now on, anyone who challenges me will have to pay an extra ten Spirit Stones each time, otherwise, I will absolutely not accept the challenge!"

Jiang Lin, with a pale face, said weakly while clutching his chest.

At this moment, Diao Da, Wu Ke, and the others finally understood why Jiang Lin always had several openings but never attacked, and even tanked the opponent's Ultimate Moves. It turned out this guy wanted to catch more fish!

And didn't Jiang Lin say before that he wanted to find a Pure Martial Warrior to learn boxing from? Could it be that this guy was also using them to temper his physique?

But is this how one tempers themselves? He's practically on his deathbed!

After four more opponents, Jiang Lin was still standing, but he looked utterly spent.

"Bang..."

"Jiang Lin!"

"Brother Jiang!"

"Young Master Jiang, no!"

With another loud bang, Jiang Lin went from fighting in the sky to crashing onto the ground. In this final collision, when everyone thought Jiang Lin, who looked like he was at the end of his rope, was surely going to die, a "ding" sound was heard, as crisp as a copper coin falling onto a marble floor.

As the dust settled, Jiang Lin stood with his sword held before him, clutching his chest and spitting out a thick stream of... tomato juice...

"This child is terrifyingly powerful!"

For a time, the Elders guarding the battlefield on both sides gasped in shock. Some Sect Elders even felt pity and wanted to persuade Jiang Lin to join their ranks.

This kind of mindset! This kind of perseverance! And still so tough, so enduring!

These are precisely the essential qualities for cultivation!

"Is there no one who can fight?"

Jiang Lin stood with his sword before him, and in his eyes, a huge "$" was reflected.

Jiang Lin's voice pierced the hearts of his enemies like sharp thorns, and similarly, it pierced the hearts of his teammates...

Jiang Lin had already achieved an eight-win streak without realizing it! Did anyone bet on Jiang Lin winning eight in a row? Probably not, which means they had lost their bets.

Even quite a few guys from the Sun Moon Sect were kneeling on the ground, weeping uncontrollably, snot running down their faces as they cursed at the other side:

"What's going on with you Six Major Sects? I've lost my wife, and it's that hard for you to win even once?"

"Fixed match! Refund! Refund!"

"Jiang Lin! You're shameless! You must have colluded with them!"

"Brother Jiang, do you need someone to warm your bed? Lend me some Spirit Stones to take back and explain myself, I'm going to have to kneel on a washboard..."

The wails from the Sun Moon Sect side grew louder, pointing at the Six Major Sects and cursing them with tears streaming down their faces.

Similarly, looking at Jiang Lin standing with his sword, the Six Major Sects were also silently weeping in their hearts