Truly a Lin Family Genius, Full of Backbone

The storm temporarily subsided, and the drums of war sounded again.

When the referee's deep voice echoed throughout the martial arts arena, "Next match, Su Yu versus Lin Mo!" the entire spectator stands fell silent.

Thousands of gazes shot towards the two ends of the stage like arrows.

Su Yu, clad in a blue shirt, calmly ascended the steps. The hem of his clothes swayed slightly as he walked, yet strangely, it stirred no wind.

His expression was serene, his dark eyes bottomless, so calm they inexplicably caused a pang of unease.

Opposite him, Lin Mo leaped onto the stage with agility, a confident smile gracing his lips.

He casually spun his right wrist, while his left hand provocatively beckoned Su Yu with a hooked finger, his eyes flashing with the amusement of a hunter eyeing its prey.

Lin Mo, Qi Refining Eighth Layer Peak, Greater Accomplishment in the Demon Subduing Fist Style!

It was rumored he once shattered a thousand-pound boulder with a single punch!

The audience buzzed with discussion. Almost no one favored Su Yu, who was only at Qi Refining Level 7.

Even those who harbored dissatisfaction towards the Lin Family due to previous events could only sigh inwardly: Hope this young man isn't too badly injured...

In the Su Family's seating area, Su Yun's brow was tightly furrowed.

As the strongest among the younger generation of the Su Family, he knew Lin Mo's strength well.

The Demon Subduing Fist was ferociously powerful; even he wasn't confident of victory against it.

"Brother Lin Mo, teach him a good lesson for me!"

Lin Xuan shouted from the Lin Family seats, his pale face flushed with excitement.

Lin Tian stood with his arms crossed, a cold, confident smile playing on his lips.

"You can only blame yourself for offending someone you shouldn't have."

Lin Mo stretched his wrists, his knuckles cracking like popping beans.

"Su Yan's outcome? No, you'll be even more miserable than him..."

Before he could finish speaking, a fierce wind suddenly raged across the stage!

Swish--

A streak of blue sword light descended like lightning, so fast it left afterimages in the air.

Lin Mo's pupils contracted sharply. In a hasty move, his fists glowed golden: Adamantine Demon Subduing!

The sound of metal striking metal exploded. Lin Mo retreated seven steps, a deep sword mark appearing on his gauntlets.

He looked up in disbelief, only to see Su Yu's sword tip pointed diagonally, surrounded by solidified blue Sword Intent.

The sword light cascaded like a waterfall, blue radiance filling the sky.

Su Yu's Sword Intent flowed continuously. One move, Wind Sweeps Clouds, hadn't finished before Sudden Storm arrived, instantly transforming into Swift as Wind, Fast as Lightning.

The three sword techniques were executed with fluid grace. Wherever the sword edge passed, the air let out a sharp hiss.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Lin Mo was forced back step by step, new wounds appearing on his body.

Each sword strike precisely avoided vital points, yet inflicted pain that gnawed at his bones.

This Lin Family genius was now covered in a mask of horror. His proud Demon Subduing Fist Style seemed like child's play before Su Yu.

"Adamantine Wrathful Gaze!"

Lin Mo suddenly roared, golden light surging around him, finally forcing Su Yu back temporarily.

But before he could catch his breath, nine cloud patterns bloomed in the air.

"Cloud Rise!"

"Cloud Vortex!"

"Cloud Scatter!"

Eighteen sword shadows descended like a net, covering him. Lin Mo's hastily erected defense instantly crumbled.

Amidst splashing blood, he fell heavily to the edge of the stage.

The entire venue was silent.

Everyone was stunned by this crushing display of strength.

Su Yu, clearly only at Qi Refining Level 7, had toyed with Lin Mo, who was at Eighth Layer Peak, as if he were in the palm of his hand.

Even more terrifying was his effortless demeanor; he clearly hadn't used his full power.

This...

On the viewing platform, Su Tianheng clapped his hands and smiled, his eyes gleaming.

To have practiced the Flowing Cloud Sword Style to Greater Accomplishment in just one month – such talent was unseen in the Su Family for a hundred years.

"Good! Good!"

Su Tianheng exclaimed twice, joy radiating from the wrinkles around his eyes.

His gaze swept over the figure in green on the stage, then glanced at the bruised and swollen Su Yan in the spectator seats. He sighed inwardly, If Tian Xing were here, seeing Brother Yu's talent, how relieved he would be...

Lin Zhentian's face was so grim it looked like it could drip water.

He stared intently at the figure in green on the stage, his knuckles turning white from clenching his fists. This Su Yu must be eliminated!

Lu Yue lightly stroked his long beard, his deep gaze locked onto the figure in green on the arena stage.

With his eyesight as an outer sect elder of the Misty Cloud Sect, he could naturally see that every sword strike from Su Yu was extremely precise.

Wherever the sword's edge landed, it could inflict unbearable pain on his opponent, yet it just so happened to avoid all vital spots.

This exquisite control over Sword Intent, this calm demeanor of handling heavy matters lightly, was rare even among the Misty Cloud Sect's outer disciples.

This child is not simple...

Lu Yue murmured to himself.

This seemingly ordinary disciple of the Su Family could actually display such astonishing swordsmanship at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer.

What was even more commendable was that despite holding the clear advantage, he maintained his composure and restraint. This state of mind was truly remarkable.

"I... concede..."

Lin Mo struggled to speak, wanting to surrender, but before the words left his lips, a Sword Shadow struck his face.

His left cheek instantly swelled up.

"Wait..."

His right cheek took another hit.

The audience erupted in discussion:

What is Lin Mo saying? It sounds like he's shouting? As expected of a Lin Family genius, truly has backbone!

In the Su Family's seating area, Su Mei's smile bloomed like a flower, her eyes shining with brilliance.

Meanwhile, Su Yun's expression was complex. He was happy for the family, yet saddened that his title as the family's number one genius, cultivated over years of hard work, was now overshadowed.

Su Yan's swollen face was a mess of bruises, with dried blood still clinging to the corner of his mouth. Yet, he stubbornly kept his eyes wide open, staring intently at Su Yu on the stage.

"B-Brother Yu..."

He mumbled indistinctly.

Every word Su Yan spoke caused pain to his injured face, but he stubbornly repeated: "Fight... fight... fight... well."

In the Lin Family's ranks, Lin Xuan's face was ashen, and his body trembled.

Lin Tian's eyes, however, boiled with killing intent, his aura becoming unstable.

Fifteen minutes later, when the referee announced the end of the match, Lin Mo had already swollen into a pig's head and was unconscious.

Su Yu stood with his sword sheathed, his robes fluttering, his breathing not even disturbed.

"Su Yu wins!"

As the referee announced, Su Yu calmly swept his gaze over the Lin Family's seats, his eyes finally landing on Lin Tian.

His gaze seemed to say:

Next, it's you.