Consecutive Victories, One After Another-Humiliation

Lu Lin drew back Skyrocketing and watched Ling Feng descend from the Arena Platform, his face full of bitterness.

In his heart, he silently apologized to his opponent.

If they hadn't been in front of a huge crowd, Lu Lin wouldn't have minded having a proper fight with him.

But with so many people watching, Lu Lin didn't want everyone to find out that he cultivated spiritual power as well.

So he could only make his opponent suffer a little.

Of course, even without crushing him like that, Ling Feng still wouldn't have stood a chance against Lu Lin in a battle of spiritual power.

"Ron, you're up."

"I concede."

"Lanbir, you're up."

"I... ahem, I concede."

After Ling Feng left the Arena Platform, Lu Lin challenged Ron and Lanbir in turn. They were both among the strongest of the senior students.

Ron was a fast swordsman. His sword was incredibly quick, and Lu Lin had trouble adjusting at first, nearly letting Ron catch him off guard.

Fortunately, Lu Lin's reflexes were quick, too. He dodged just before getting hurt, then struck back with a single move and slammed Ron hard into the ground. Skyrocketing came down right after, leaving Ron no choice but to concede.

Ron didn't believe his sword could stand up to Lu Lin's battle saber.

He could concede, but he couldn't afford to lose his sword.

Lanbir, meanwhile, was a powerfully built expert. A descendant of the Tiger Fiend Race, he had tremendous strength and astonishing defenses. He was practically a larger version of Zhao Futu, though the Tiger Fiend Race's physical gifts fell short of the Troll Race's.

Lanbir was a shield warrior. With the great shield and square-headed hammer in his hands, he managed to block Lu Lin's attacks through sheer force.

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