You're ten times more trash than I thought

Zhang Shanhe's voice rang across the entire arena. In an instant, the place boiled over.

Every gaze turned in unison toward Lin Changkong and Mo Yunfei.

After a brief flicker of surprise, Mo Yunfei's face turned ecstatic.

"Ha ha ha! Lin Changkong, looks like even Heaven isn't on your side. Today, even if you don't die, you'll be crippled!"

Mo Yunfei looked thoroughly vindicated. Carrying his longsaber, he flashed several times and leaped onto the fighting stage.

He then pointed at Lin Changkong, saying with utter arrogance, "Lin Changkong, come up and die!"

Lin Changkong looked utterly calm and even laughed. He clapped his hands before him and said, "Double happiness has arrived!"

Then, saber in hand, he walked toward the fighting stage.

He had first stabbed Mo Yunfei's lackeys and Su Qingqing, and now he had another chance to stab Mo Yunfei. Wasn't that double happiness at the door?

Of course, that was only what he thought. The other disciples had entirely different thoughts.

"Lin Changkong actually got matched against Mo Yunfei. Now this is going to be a good show."

"This Lin Changkong really doesn't know the difference between life and death. He humiliated Mo Yunfei in front of so many people, telling him to eat shit. Now that they've met, he'll definitely lose a layer of skin."

"My honored ministers, do none of you have a different opinion?"

"What fucking different opinion could there be? Even if Lin Changkong beat Zhang Qingyun yesterday, he's at most at the Body Refining Eighth Level. Mo Yunfei has long since reached the Body Refining Ninth Level. What's he going to fight with, his head?"

"His head won't do, but I'd say he's quite skilled at delivering his head."

"I think he'll most likely surrender right away. The sect has rules—if he surrenders directly, he'll be eliminated directly. That way, Mo Yunfei won't get the chance to cripple him."

Voices rose one after another, and without exception, everyone believed Lin Changkong was bound to lose.

Zhang Qingyun was trembling with excitement, his eyes shining like gold.

"Good, wonderful! Boss Mo actually drew Lin Changkong! Lin Changkong, you're dead today!"

Amid the crowd's eager gazes, Lin Changkong walked onto the fighting stage with his saber.

Zhang Shanhe shouted, "The match begins!" Whoosh—

The instant Zhang Shanhe's voice fell, Lin Changkong had already drawn his saber. He slashed out, swift as lightning.

Mo Yunfei was about to spit out some threats, but before the words even reached his lips, Lin Changkong's saber light had already lit up his face.

"So fast!"

Mo Yunfei was greatly startled. He did not even have time to draw his saber and could only raise its sheath to block.

Boom—

As blade and sheath collided, even the trembling air erupted with a sonic boom.

Mo Yunfei immediately felt a tremendous force surge through the saber in his hands, nearly making him lose his grip.

The web between his thumb and forefinger split open in an instant, blood pouring out.

"How could this be?!"

Mo Yunfei was even more horrified. The power behind Lin Changkong's strike was actually greater than his own.

Wasn't he only at most at the Body Refining Eighth Level?!

Before he could make sense of it, Lin Changkong's saber light flashed again, blinding his eyes.

In an instant, the saber light became a single unbroken sheet. He attacked without defending, advanced without retreating, swift as the wind and fierce as thunderbolts.

Mo Yunfei had no time to draw his saber at all. He could only block frantically, stretched thin from side to side as he retreated again and again.

"With that level of mastery, he must have trained it to the minor success stage already."

Zhang Shanhe's eyes lit up as he watched Lin Changkong's fierce saber light.

"No, his saber technique flows without end. Every move follows in one breath, seamless and natural. Major success! He's reached the major success realm!

Didn't this guy only obtain the Wind Breaking Saber yesterday? It's only been one day, and he's already trained it to major success?"

Zhang Shanhe was so shocked that he forgot his status as an elder of the Servant Courtyard and blurted out a curse.

He recalled how, yesterday in the Martial Arts Hall, he had thought Lin Changkong was too impatient. He had told Lin Changkong that the Wind Breaking Saber was absolutely not something that could be mastered in a day or two.

Yet not even a day had passed, and he had already reached major success!

It truly was not something that could be mastered in a day or two, because Lin Changkong had not even needed a day or two.

"Damn! What kind of terrifying talent is this?!"

On the stage, Lin Changkong's saber light was impenetrable, like a violent storm. It forced Mo Yunfei into a position where he had no chance to counterattack at all.

Pfft—

Lin Changkong suddenly exploded with a slash, breaking through Mo Yunfei's defense and plunging his saber into Mo Yunfei's shoulder.

He twisted it with force, and a bloody hole instantly appeared in Mo Yunfei's shoulder.

Before Mo Yunfei's scream could fully leave his mouth, Lin Changkong pulled out his saber, turned around, and brought it crashing down from above with overwhelming force.

Mo Yunfei barely raised his saber to block horizontally, but Lin Changkong's strike was too powerful. It cleaved him so hard that he lost his footing and fell flat onto his back.

Then a flash of cold light streaked past. Lin Changkong's saber had already pierced into his abdomen, driving through both him and the black stone slabs of the fighting stage beneath his back, pinning Mo Yunfei flat on his back to the stage.

Bang!

Mo Yunfei had just raised his head, trying to struggle back up, when a fist descended from above and smashed into his face. Then came a rapid barrage of bang bang bang sounds, one after another like a string of cannon blasts.

Even the stone slab beneath Mo Yunfei's head shattered into a spiderweb of cracks.

"Stop! Lin Changkong wins this match!"

Zhang Shanhe called out in time, and Lin Changkong's fist finally stopped.

By then, Mo Yunfei was lying on the ground with his head lolling to one side. His face was a bloody mess, his nose crooked, his eyes swollen, and a pile of teeth had clearly fallen from his mouth.

Consciousness? It had long since flown who the hell knew where.

Lin Changkong wiped the blood from his fist on Mo Yunfei's body, pulled the saber from Mo Yunfei's abdomen, and gave a chuckle.

"Is this the difference you said you'd make me understand between you and me?"

"Mm, I know now. It really is quite large."

"I'm ten times more trash than I thought!"

Lin Changkong turned around and walked off the fighting stage.

The stands fell deathly silent. Countless eyes stared at Mo Yunfei, sprawled on the fighting stage like a dead pig, and everyone's composure shattered.

Mo Yunfei had actually lost!

And he had been utterly beaten down and crushed from start to finish!

From the moment Lin Changkong attacked until the fight ended, the entire process had not even lasted ten breaths. Throughout it all, Mo Yunfei had not even managed to draw his saber.

And you were telling them this was that Body Refining Second Level trash from a few days ago?

What kind of joke was that?!

Zhang Qingyun's body trembled as though struck by lightning. He shook in terror, unable to utter a word.

Those who had mocked Lin Changkong earlier also swallowed hard, their Adam's apples bobbing. Some had even gone a shade paler.

Mo Yunfei had once been publicly acknowledged as the number one figure in the Servant Courtyard, yet he had been beaten down like this!

"Damn! Just how much strength had this guy been hiding before?!"

Zhang Shanhe could not help cursing again.

It was not that he lacked cultivation; he truly could not hold it in.

Lin Changkong calmly carried his saber down and returned to his previous spot to sit.

Before he could even get there, Zhang Qingyun had already slipped away like oil on the soles of his feet.

Even Mo Yunfei had been beaten down. How could Zhang Qingyun possibly have the courage to sit beside Lin Changkong?

As for Mo Yunfei, he was soon carried away for treatment. When he woke up, he was already lying beneath the fighting stage.

There was no need to think about how thoroughly he had lost.

With his strength, he had originally been certain to enter the Outer Sect. But now that he had lost in the first round, the Outer Sect was undoubtedly beyond his reach.

At that thought, Mo Yunfei's body convulsed. With a wail, he burst into tears.

Lin Changkong had become famous in a single battle!