New Disciple's Number One, Crimson Flame Saber

Lin Changkong's voice wasn't loud, but the surroundings fell silent. The other disciples were too scared to speak.

Thus, his words still clearly reached Luo Qingyi's ears.

Luo Qingyi trembled slightly with anger, her eyes glaring fiercely at Lin Changkong, filled with murderous intent, wishing she could devour him whole.

"Heh heh, Elder Luo, you should mind the rules. This is the New Disciple Martial Competition. If you, an elder, interfere in the grudges between disciples, it would be quite shameless.

Of course, if you truly don't care about your reputation, then try to make a move. See if you can harm Lin Changkong right under my nose."

Just as Luo Qingyi was about to make a move, Ye Wuchen's arrogant voice drifted over nonchalantly from the side.

Luo Qingyi turned and glared at him, her eyes looking as if they could eat him alive.

But it was useless. Ye Wuchen turned to look at her too, sticking his pinky finger into his nostril and picking it.

"What, not convinced? If you're not convinced, beat me to death. If you can kill me, I won't interfere today. But if you can't kill me, then you won't be able to touch Lin Changkong today."

Luo Qingyi's lips twitched, but in the end, she didn't make a move.

She knew very well that she wouldn't gain any advantage by fighting Ye Wuchen. And given Ye Wuchen's shameless and scoundrel nature, she would definitely be angered to death.

Meanwhile, on the martial stage, Lin Changkong had already beaten Luo Ling severely. He stomped on her a few times, still not satisfied, and then swung his fists, beating her face repeatedly.

Luo Ling cried out in agony. A section of the stone slab behind her head shattered. Finally, Lin Changkong beat her unconscious, leaving her unrecognizable. Only then did Lin Changkong stop.

He then kicked her off the stage as well.

At this point, besides him, there was no one on the stage with a cultivation level of Qi Gathering Second Level or higher.

He turned, his gaze sweeping over the remaining disciples. The entire group retreated several paces, not daring to meet his eyes.

Especially those who had previously thought he would definitely not be a match for Luo Ling and the others and would be crippled for life, their faces were now deathly pale, heads bowed, not daring to look up.

Lin Changkong slung his Broadsword over his shoulder, looking at the crowd with a smile, and said, "Who's not convinced? Step forward."

The crowd hastily retreated, no one daring to take a step forward.

"If there's no one, then all of you get off. If you don't get off, I'll consider you unconvinced. If you're unconvinced, I'll smash you!"

The disciples looked at each other. Although they were reluctant to give up the rewards for the top thirty places, they also thought of Luo Ling's tragic state. In the end, not a single one dared to disobey.

Thus, groups of people jumped off the martial stage. Before long, only Lin Changkong remained on the stage.

Lin Changkong nodded and looked at Ye Wuchen, saying, "Elder Ye, the stage is cleared now. Am I the champion?"

Ye Wuchen grinned, "Damn it! I can understand you wanting to be the champion, but do you have to be this flashy with your methods!"

With Lin Changkong's actions, there could only be one champion. The top ten, twenty, and thirty places couldn't be determined at all.

He had kicked off all the disciples at Qi Gathering Second Level and Qi Gathering Third Level, and the rest had run off themselves. Apart from the champion, there were no other rankings.

This was absolutely the first time in the Heavenly Fire Sect's hundreds of years.

Even though Ye Wuchen himself was quite flashy, he had to admit that Lin Changkong's move was even flashier than his!

But, he liked it!

Hong Ye also smiled, shouting from afar, "Junior brother, you're too awesome!"

Only Luo Qingyi and Zhang Qingfeng had extremely grim expressions.

Luo Qingyi snorted coldly, her face devoid of any further pretense to linger, and she flicked her sleeves, leaving.

Zhang Qingfeng felt even more disgraced. He never expected that after such a display, Lin Changkong would still push through all the experts among the new disciples and take the championship.

Their plan had not only failed to cripple Lin Changkong for life but had instead made him famous.

This guy was simply a troublemaker.

Undoubtedly, on this day, Lin Changkong's name resounded throughout the Outer Sect of the Heavenly Fire Sect.

He not only became synonymous with the Demon King among the new disciples, but even many of the older disciples heard his legend.

Of course, for the older disciples, the impact wasn't that great.

Many even felt the rumors were exaggerated. A disciple who had been promoted from the Servant Courtyard, if he truly had such talent and ability, why would he have stayed in the Servant Courtyard for several years?

Therefore, it was highly likely that he had used some underhanded means.

It was unclear who started the rumor of "underhanded means," but it quickly spread among some disciples.

Especially among some older disciples who hadn't witnessed it firsthand, they felt it was more likely.

Otherwise, how could a disciple from the Servant Courtyard possess such strength?

However, Lin Changkong didn't hear these rumors and didn't care to listen.

The New Disciple Martial Competition ended, and he left with Ye Wuchen and Hong Ye. According to tradition, the champion of the New Disciple Martial Competition would be rewarded with a fifth-tier weapon.

A fifth-tier weapon was not common in the Heavenly Fire Sect. Even among the Inner Sect disciples, not many could obtain one. In the Outer Sect, it was an absolute rarity.

Lin Changkong's current Broadsword was only a first-tier weapon.

The power boost from a fifth-tier weapon would be immense. With his current strength, if he had a fifth-tier weapon and martial arts like Blood Fiend Saber Qi, even if his opponent was a level higher, he would be fully confident in fighting them.

Of course, no one currently thought he was at Qi Gathering Fifth Level; even Ye Wuchen thought he was likely at Qi Gathering Third Level.

After all, two minor realms in one day was simply too unbelievable.

Weapon Pavilion.

Ye Wuchen led Lin Changkong up to the third floor and said, "All the weapons here are fifth-tier. There aren't many, but there should be something suitable for you. Pick one yourself."

Ye Wuchen was not only in charge of the Martial Arts Hall but also the Weapon Pavilion, so he navigated it with ease.

"Mountain Splitting Axe, wide and powerful, with immense force."

"Cold Cloud Spear, forged from cold iron, with a certain frost effect..."

"Meteor Hammer..."

Lin Changkong glanced around and even tried a few out. The power of these weapons was indeed considerable. When he channeled spiritual energy, he could clearly feel his strength increase.

But none of them felt quite right. He hadn't trained with them before and wasn't accustomed to them.

His eyes lit up when they fell upon a saber that was entirely crimson.

It was a very wide saber, its blade wider than two palms, and it was a full three feet long. The blade was thick and heavy. If not for its shape, at first glance, it looked more like a crimson tombstone.

Heavy and imposing, yet its sharpness was evident.

Lin Changkong reached out and gripped the hilt, testing its weight. It was extremely heavy; just its weight alone was likely several hundred pounds.

However, when he held it, it felt more natural than any other weapon. After all, he had started by practicing saber techniques.

And with his current realm, using it wasn't strenuous at all.

Ye Wuchen said, "This saber is called the Crimson Flame Saber. It's forged from underground fire iron, which provides a greater boost for those who use fire-attribute spiritual energy.

The Crimson Flame Blood Fiend Technique you cultivate is indeed very suitable for it. However, this saber is a bit cumbersome and not very friendly to those in the Qi Gathering Realm. Have you made up your mind?"

Lin Changkong swung it a few times. It was indeed heavy, but the sense of power with each swing was explosive.

He felt that even without spiritual energy, relying on his physical strength alone, with this saber in hand, he could kill someone at Qi Gathering Third Level or even contend with someone at Qi Gathering Fourth Level.

Of course, with spiritual energy, its power could be unleashed even better.

"I love this feeling of explosive power. I'll take it!"