Easy Victory

Crack!

After Lin Mu defeated Lin Yun in a single move, Lin Zhentian directly crushed the cup in his hand, tea trickling through the gaps between his fingers.

"Good!" Only after a long while did Lin Zhentian excitedly utter that single word.

Lin Yun was at the Body Tempering Seventh Level and highly proficient in martial arts, yet Lin Mu had defeated him in one move. This meant Lin Mu possessed at least the strength of the Body Tempering Ninth Level.

Beside him, Lin Mang's expression darkened slightly when he heard Lin Zhentian praise Lin Mu so highly. However, seeing that Lin Hong had also defeated his opponent in one move, his mood improved somewhat.

"Thank you for letting me win," Lin Mu said.

"My loss was not undeserved. With Cousin Lin Mu's strength, the champion of the Clan Competition should already be his for the taking, shouldn't it?" Lin Yun said with a bitter smile.

"The final results are not out yet. Who knows what might happen next?" Lin Mu said with a smile.

As the matches continued, the top five were quickly decided. Lin Mu, Lin Dong, Lin Hong, and Lin Xia were all on the list. The fifth was a Lin Family disciple named Lin Ting, who possessed the strength of the Body Tempering Seventh Level. He was considered quite impressive as well.

The next matches were the main event of the Clan Competition. The five drew lots. Lin Mu drew Lin Xia as his opponent, Lin Hong drew Lin Ting, and Lin Dong received a bye.

"Cousin Lin Mu, please go easy on me," Lin Xia said with a smile.

"Sister Lin Xia, we're just sparring," Lin Mu said, still extending one hand while keeping the other behind his back.

"The match begins!"

Seeing that the two were more or less ready, Lin Ken waved his hand and shouted in a deep voice.

The moment Lin Ken's words fell, a faint glow appeared around Lin Xia's body. It was the seed of Primal Energy.

"Body Tempering Eighth Level!"

Lin Mu saw through Lin Xia's cultivation at a glance and smiled faintly. Lin Xia was a little stronger than she had been in the original novel.

Lin Xia pressed two fingers together like a sword, nimbly attacking Lin Mu. Lin Mu dodged left and right, evading all her attacks with an utterly relaxed air.

As a woman, Lin Xia practiced the Spirit Sword Finger, a martial art focused on agility and dexterity.

"Cousin Lin Mu, are you planning to keep dodging forever?" Lin Xia asked irritably. After several dozen moves, she had not touched Lin Mu even once.

"Sister Lin Xia, be careful, then." Seeing Lin Xia puffing up in anger, Lin Mu smiled faintly.

He suddenly made his move, his palm brushing over Lin Xia's arm before circling behind her. He spun her around one hundred and eighty degrees, seized her arm, and pinned it against her back.

Lin Xia struggled with all her strength several times, but her arm seemed clamped in iron pincers. She could not break free.

"I concede!" Lin Xia said dejectedly. She knew the gap between her and Lin Mu was enormous, and there was no point in continuing.

"Sister Lin Xia, thank you for letting me win," Lin Mu said with a smile as he released her.

"It's because I'm not skilled enough. I never expected your strength to improve so much in just half a year," Lin Xia said.

Lin Mu merely smiled without speaking.

After the two of them finished, Lin Hong and Lin Ting's battle also ended. Naturally, Lin Hong emerged victorious. Lin Hong's strength was about the same as Lin Xia's, also at the Body Tempering Eighth Level.

They then drew lots again. This time, Lin Mu drew a bye. He stepped down from the arena and stood behind Lin Xiao.

"Mu'er, what level of Body Tempering are you at now?" Lin Xiao asked. Up to this point, no one had forced Lin Mu to reveal his full strength.

"Father, you'll find out soon enough. Let's watch Second Brother's match first. His strength will give you quite a shock too," Lin Mu said with a smile.

Hearing this, Lin Xiao looked toward the arena. Lin Dong and Lin Hong had already stepped onto the platform.

"Cousin Lin Hong, please guide me," Lin Dong said with a smile.

"Then be careful, Cousin Lin Dong!" Lin Hong's expression sharpened as he took a large step forward and struck at Lin Dong with his palm.

Faced with Lin Hong's fierce palm wind, Lin Dong retreated half a step, stretched out his hand, placed it on the back of Lin Hong's hand, and pressed downward, deflecting the force of his palm.

Eight Desolations Palm!

With his palm force deflected, Lin Hong let out a low cry. His palm strikes immediately became fierce and powerful, crashing down toward Lin Dong's head in an unending stream. The deep whistling of the wind made the attack seem quite extraordinary.

"Eight Desolations Palm isn't something only you know!" Lin Dong said with a smile.

His palms swept out, slipping through Lin Hong's palm shadows along a tricky arc and striking both of his arms. Under what seemed like casual light pats, the power of Lin Hong's fierce Eight Desolations Palm seemed to disperse, immediately weakening.

"You know Eight Desolations Palm too!"

Seeing Lin Dong's palm technique, Lin Hong cried out in surprise. Moreover, he discovered that Lin Dong's Eight Desolations Palm was even stronger than his own.

"I don't believe it!"

Lin Hong refused to believe that the Eight Desolations Palm he had practiced for so long was inferior to Lin Dong's. Primal Energy surged wildly through his body toward his palms, making his palm force exceptionally fierce.

Yet in the face of Lin Hong's desperate counterattack, Lin Dong remained composed. The blade-like, forceful palm wind suddenly changed, gaining threads of softness before sticking to Lin Hong's incoming palm.

The Eight Desolations Palm deduced through the Stone Talisman possessed a hint of balance between hardness and softness.

The instant their palms stuck together, Lin Dong's arm gave an odd shake. That incomparably fierce force surged out like a tide in an instant.

Bang!

As the fierce power erupted, everyone saw Lin Hong's body fly away like a kite with a severed string. He staggered and fell off the stone platform in a miserable sprawl, landing flat on his face...

The entire training hall instantly fell silent. It would have been one thing if Lin Hong had lost to Lin Mu; after all, Lin Mu had easily defeated Lin Xia earlier, and even if Lin Hong was somewhat stronger than Lin Xia, he could not have been much stronger.

But now Lin Hong had actually lost to Lin Dong, and Lin Dong still appeared to have strength to spare.

"As expected of Third Brother's sons. Both are monsters!" Lin Ken exclaimed, glancing at Lin Dong on the arena and Lin Mu standing behind Lin Xiao.

"Impossible!"

Unwilling to accept defeat, Lin Hong rushed back onto the arena and struck at Lin Dong with his palm again.

Lin Dong frowned as well. He stepped sideways, locking Lin Hong in place with both hands like iron pincers. Just as he was about to shove Lin Hong off the platform once more, an angry roar suddenly rang out.

"Get lost!"

A figure descended directly from the sky, leaping onto the arena and reaching for Lin Dong.

"Lin Mang, you get lost too! Don't touch my son!"

Seeing this, Lin Xiao flew into a rage and leaped onto the arena as well.

"Lin Xiao, do you really think you're a match for me now?" Seeing Lin Xiao make his move, Lin Mang sneered. Primal Energy surged in his palm, carrying an astonishing whistle as he angrily struck at Lin Xiao.

Only Lin Zhentian knew that Lin Xiao had recovered his strength. Lin Mang did not know; he thought Lin Zhentian had found the Hundred Fruit Wine.

"Get lost!" Faced with Lin Mang's attack, Lin Xiao's expression darkened. Rather than dodge, he threw a punch directly against Lin Mang's palm.

Bang! A powerful blast of air spread outward in a ring from beneath their fists, sweeping all the dust from the stone platform. Then, everyone once again watched in disbelief as Lin Mang was forcibly knocked back several steps!