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"Dao Friend Te!"

"Senior Brother Te!"

"Brother Te!"

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

"Ah..."

Another scream rang across the vast sky as First Snow was pulled from Te Langpu's chrysanthemum, spraying blood high into the air...

Te Langpu clutched his chrysanthemum, his body going limp as he fell straight down. Even in midair, blood could be seen gushing from his chrysanthemum like a fountain.

"Langpu!"

A male cultivator flew up and caught Te Langpu. The two grown men spun around in midair, turning countless times before finally 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 talking about? You'll be fine. You definitely will..."

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

"Do you even need to ask? Of course Jiang Lin is a little more handsome."

"Ugh..."

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

The man's anguished cry rang across the sky once more. After laying his junior brother facedown on the ground, he roared and charged at Jiang Lin. "Jiang Lin! How dare you injure my junior brother! I'll sacrifice your chrysanthemum!"

The man took out a small iron ball. Under the urging of Spiritual Power, the iron ball suddenly enveloped him. In the next moment, he was clad in glittering silver armor.

The weapons of Military School cultivators were usually Armor Pills. They were somewhat like Martial Warriors, focusing on close combat with their physical bodies, but Military School cultivators also cultivated Spiritual Power.

The man, transformed into Iron Armor Kid, threw a left hook, then a right hook, up and down, left and right, BABABABA... Every punch and kick carried purple energy.

Jiang Lin endured blow after blow head-on. They were both in the Sea Gazing Realm, but his opponent's Sea Gazing Realm seemed far more solid than his own. And if Jiang Lin had guessed correctly, his opponent definitely possessed the Martial Warrior Fourth Realm as well.

Boom!

Iron Armor Kid kicked Jiang Lin. Jiang Lin was sent flying dozens of meters, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He "struggled" to stand in midair, then wiped away the blood.

Diao Da: "Hey, Wu Ke, what do you think Jiang Lin is doing? No matter what, he's a Martial Warrior. Why is he taking the hits head-on?"

Wu Ke: "I dunno either. You think Jiang Lin might be deliberately screwing us over?"

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

"Jiang Lin! Hand over your chrysanthemum!"

Suddenly, Iron Armor Kid let out a great roar. Brilliant light flashed between the gaps in his armor as he clasped his hands above his head and transformed into a Poison Dragon Drill, boring toward Jiang Lin.

"Even if I use my last breath, I, Jiang Lin, cannot fall here!"

Jiang Lin raised his long sword as well.

"Sun above! Grant me your power!"

The blazing sun shone brilliantly overhead, streams of golden light pouring into Jiang Lin's sword.

"Salted Fish Thrust!"

Jiang Lin let out a deep fart. Like the exhaust thrust of a jet fighter, it propelled him toward the Poison Dragon Drill!

"Ah!!!!!!"

"Ah!!!!!!"

All the power came from their roars. The clash of Spiritual Power spread outward from the drill tip of the Poison Dragon Drill and the sharp edge of Jiang Lin's sword.

"Jiang Lin!"

"Ji Taimei!"

The passionate battle reached everyone's hearts, and both sides couldn't help shouting their names.

"Bang!"

After an explosion, the Spiritual Power dispersed. Ji Taimei dropped straight from the sky and crashed onto the ground. In midair, Jiang Lin's long hair still fluttered in the wind, while the blood at the corner of his mouth only made him look more otherworldly. Jiang Lin caught the wine jug Fang Chaoqun tossed to him, took a hearty gulp, and said with casual ease:

"Who else?"

"Wow... so cool!"

"Jiang Lin, you're so manly."

"What does 'manly' mean?"

"No idea. Just shout it."

"Jiang Lin! You're so manly."

For a while, the Sun Moon Sect grew restless, especially the majority who had won money. They were so happy it was as if someone else's Dao Companion had been unfaithful to them.

"Jiang Lin, you lecherous thief! Don't get cocky!"

"Remember to pay."

"Hmph!"

A cultivator scattered ten Mid-Grade Spirit Stones into the air like a rich fool. Jiang Lin instantly swept them into his Storage Bag.

In an instant, another lightning-fast clash erupted in midair.

Jiang Lin clearly looked injured, yet he still fought his opponent to a draw. In the end, after another exchange of ultimate moves, Jiang Lin spat out a mouthful of blood but once again stood in the air.

"I am injured, but I will absolutely not retreat. Since I, Jiang Lin, said I would challenge all of you alone, I will do as I said. However, from now on, every challenger must pay ten more Spirit Stones each time. Otherwise, I will refuse to fight!"

Jiang Lin spoke weakly, his face pale as he clutched his chest.

Only then did Diao Da, Wu Ke, and the others understand why Jiang Lin had repeatedly left himself wide-open without striking, and had even endured his opponents' ultimate moves head-on. So this fellow had been trying to hook more fish!

And Jiang Lin had seemed to say earlier that he wanted to find a Pure Martial Warrior to learn fist techniques from. Could it be that he was also using them to temper his physique?

But was there anyone who trained like this? He was practically on the verge of death!

After four more people, Jiang Lin was still standing, but no matter how they looked at him, he seemed utterly spent.

"Bang..."

"Jiang Lin!"

"Brother Jiang!"

"Young Master Jiang, don't!"

With another deafening crash, that brother Jiang Lin was beaten from the sky to the ground. In this final collision, everyone believed the exhausted Jiang Lin would undoubtedly die—when suddenly, they heard a crisp "ding," like a copper coin falling onto a marble floor.

As the dust settled, Jiang Lin stood with his sword before him, one hand clutching his chest, and spat out a thick mouthful of... Tomato Juice...

"This child is terrifying!"

For a moment, the elders guarding the battlefield on both sides sucked in a sharp breath. Some sect elders even felt compassion and wanted to persuade Jiang Lin to join their sect.

Such mental fortitude! Such perseverance! And so sturdy, so enduring!

They were practically the essential qualities for cultivating the Dao!

"Is there really no one who can fight?"

Jiang Lin held his sword before him. In his eyes appeared a huge... "$".

Jiang Lin's voice pierced the enemy's hearts like a sharp thorn. At the same time, it pierced the hearts of his allies...

Jiang Lin had unknowingly achieved eight consecutive victories! Had anyone bet on Jiang Lin winning eight in a row? No, right? That meant they had lost their bets.

Quite a few fellows from the Sun Moon Sect even fell to their knees and wailed, streaming snot as they cursed the opposing side:

"What are you Six Major Sects doing? I've lost even my wife's dowry! Is it really that hard for you to win once?"

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"Jiang Lin! You shameless bastard! You must have colluded with them!"

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

The wailing from the Sun Moon Sect's side grew louder and louder as they cursed the Six Major Sects with tears and snot streaming down their faces.

Likewise, as they watched Jiang Lin standing with his sword in hand, the Six Major Sects silently wept inside...