The Whole Audience Anticipates, How Strong is Lin Yan's Power?

Lin Yan felt somewhat dumbfounded by the gossip surrounding him.

After all, he had not expected that something from several months ago would be dug up and used to settle old scores.

However, he did not actually care much about it; in the current Lin Yan's eyes, he and Lin Hong were truly no longer on the same level.

He continued forward, but before he had walked many steps, he discovered a pretty girl dressed in red, with fair skin and a long ponytail, walking toward him.

Lin Yan recognized her at a glance as Lin Xia and greeted her with a smile: "Sister Lin Xia, long time no see."

Lin Xia first greeted him with a smile, but upon hearing the words "long time no see," her gaze became somewhat resentful: "You know it's been a long time, you busybody. You don't even know how to come find your sister when you have time. Your sister has missed you very much."

Lin Yan's expression became increasingly strange upon hearing this.

Seeing his odd look, Lin Xia did not continue to tease him. She spun around in front of him and then said with a smile: "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. Look, what stage am I at now?"

After looking Lin Xia over carefully, Lin Yan replied: "Eighth Layer of Body Tempering?"

Lin Xia nodded triumphantly, but she became somewhat dissatisfied after seeing Lin Yan's indifferent reaction: "You guy, you don't play along at all. Why are you so dull? Someone who didn't know better might think the Eighth Layer of Body Tempering was just some common radish or cabbage!"

Lin Yan said with exaggerated flair: "Wow, Sister Lin Xia is so strong!"

Lin Xia's face immediately darkened: "Enough, enough, stop pretending. That's not sincere at all."

She let out a breath and said: "Actually, I have you to thank for this. If it weren't for your medicinal liquid, I should be just like Lin Hong, only at the Seventh Layer of Body Tempering. So, I really owe it to your liquid."

Lin Yan smiled and said nothing more.

Lin Xia then said to Lin Yan: "That unlucky guy Lin Hong still thinks he can beat you. Even though he only leveled up once to reach the Seventh Layer of Body Tempering, he's started having these unrealistic daydreams."

"Your current strength should be even greater than mine, right?"

Lin Xia looked at Lin Yan tentatively. Ever since she saw Lin Yan's strength a few months ago, she hadn't inquired about his stage. However, she felt that Lin Yan was much stronger than her; his current strength was likely above hers—perhaps the Ninth Layer of Body Tempering?

"About the same as you, Sister."

"Not much stronger."

Lin Yan said modestly.

Lin Xia rolled her eyes at him upon hearing this: "I'd be a fool to believe you."

The two walked forward, and before long, they ran into Lin Dong and the others, so they simply walked together. However, Qing Tan, who was behind them, felt inexplicably sour seeing the two chatting and laughing, and she pouted.

"Today is the day of our Lin Clan's family competition. Thank you all for coming to show your support. Everyone here is an acquaintance, so this old man won't waste words and will get straight to the point."

"The old rules apply: draw lots to determine your opponents. All the little ones participating in the clan competition, come out and draw."

On the stage, the Lin Clan head, Lin Zhentian, finally appeared.

His personality was extremely efficient, and he disliked dragging things out. Thus, as soon as he appeared, he went straight to the point, letting the younger generation of the Lin Clan begin drawing lots.

Lin Yan and the others went up one by one to draw, then headed to the preparation area to wait.

Lin Zhentian also returned to his seat after everyone finished drawing.

The matches began quickly, but Lin Zhentian did not look at the ongoing matches at first. Instead, his gaze swept over the preparation area a few times, eventually resting on Lin Yan.

"That child must be Lin Yan, right?"

"It is said he repelled Lin Hong before. I didn't expect another genius to emerge in our Lin Clan."

Lin Ken, standing to the side, chimed in:

"Indeed, he is quite good. Among our Lin Clan's younger generation, Lin Hong can already rank in the top three."

"That this child could repel him is enough to show his strength is not ordinary."

Having said this, Lin Ken paused.

"However, I heard that Lin Hong has already reached the Seventh Layer of Body Tempering, and he is still harboring resentment over what happened last time."

"I wonder if this child can still beat him."

Lin Zhentian just smiled faintly and waved his hand: "What of it?"

"Small conflicts between the younger generation are fine, as long as they don't play dirty. A little friction is a good thing; it gives them the drive to cultivate properly."

Lin Zhentian looked at Lin Yan, who was chatting and laughing with Lin Xia over there, and added with a smile:

"But compared to such things, I recall that Lin Xia is also of age for marriage, right? It seems her relationship with Lin Yan is quite good."

Lin Ken gave a dry laugh and said nothing more.

The two men finally turned their attention back to the competition arena.

Although they both had their own favored dark horses in mind, as elders, they also needed to show concern for the growth of the other juniors, as this was part of their duty.

Thus, as time passed, the Lin Clan competition proceeded heatedly.

During this period, Lin Hong, Lin Xia, Lin Dong, and Lin Yan all took their turns and successfully advanced.

But Lin Yan's side was the most difficult to gauge.

Because in several rounds of combat, Lin Yan didn't even use martial arts; he dodged his opponent's attacks with ease, and then, when they least expected it, he would finish them off in a single strike.

This left many people unable to make a clear estimate of Lin Yan's strength.

"Can you tell? How exactly is that kid's strength?"

After watching Lin Yan's match, Lin Zhentian turned to Lin Ken and asked.

Lin Ken shook his head. "I couldn't tell anything."

"But one thing is certain: he is at least at the sixth stage of Body Tempering."

Lin Zhentian rolled his eyes at Lin Ken. "Isn't that just stating the obvious?"

Lin Ken gave a sheepish laugh, while Lin Zhentian shifted his gaze back to the arena.

"It doesn't matter if we can't tell now, because we will soon enough."

"The clan tournament is nearly finished, and there aren't many people left."

"In the next round, whether he faces Lin Hong or Lin Xia, even Lin Yan will have to show his true skills, won't he?"

The drawing for the next round began again shortly after.

Seeing the drawing barrel appear, everyone quickly stepped forward to draw their lots.

Lin Hong's gaze remained fixed on Lin Yan.

After all, since the incident last time, he felt he had lost a great deal of face.

Therefore, he had been hoping to use this clan tournament to properly redeem himself.

"Next match! Lin Hong versus Lin Xia! Both parties, please take the stage!"

However, Lin Hong did not get his wish; he did not draw Lin Yan this time, but instead drew Lin Xia.

The referee's voice rang out promptly.

Upon hearing the referee, Lin Hong could only walk onto the stage with a sense of resignation.

"What a pity, I didn't get to draw Lin Yan."

"Forget it, I'll just defeat Lin Xia first. That way, I should be able to deal with Lin Yan in the next round."