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"What? Xintang's arm was invalidated by Lin Yi?"

Zhu Haoran was shocked when he heard this news.

He guessed that Lin Yun's martial arts talent was extraordinary, and his strength was unusual, but what he valued was Lin Yun's future strength. He didn't think that Lin Yun's strength at the moment would be beyond Xintang Lee, let alone so much beyond him.

Just one move, and Xintang Lee's arm was disabled.

"Martial Uncle, that brat actually ruined one of Xintang's arms. I have checked, it is indeed ruined and can't be recovered. This is equivalent to ruining Xintang's future...I won't let him go, even if he is a disciple of Dashan, it's not acceptable. Besides, didn't Martial Uncle say that he doesn't really count as Dashan's disciple?" A middle-aged man said angrily.

He was Xintang Lee's master, the martial brother of Yan Dashan, Chen Dawu, who is now at the Mid Term Realm of Dark Strength.

As he spoke, he was about to walk out the door.

"You stop right there!" Zhu Haoran shouted.

"Martial Uncle, he hurt Xintang like this. Are you still going to speak for him?" Chen Dawu turned around and looked at Zhu Haoran, saying indignantly.

"Hmph! Do you know what Xintang did in Immortal Origin County? Dashan almost died because of Xintang's actions!" Zhu Haoran said with a dark face.

"What?" Chen Dawu exclaimed.

"Although the other party doesn't really count as Dashan's direct disciple, he is still considered a semi-disciple of Dashan. Xintang's actions almost killed Dashan. It's rightful and fair that the other party stood up for Dashan. Moreover, this time, it was Xintang who provoked the other party!" Zhu Haoran said gravely.

"Even in a life-and-death contest, it's completely fair if the other party kills Xintang. The fact that Xintang's arm was only disabled was the result of my request to him. He has actually shown mercy." After a pause, Zhu Haoran continued.

"Martial Uncle, you..." Chen Dawu couldn't believe it.

He couldn't believe that Zhu Haoran had made such a request with the other party.

Didn't that mean that Zhu Haoran knew early on that Xintang Lee was not a match for him?

"At the time, I didn't expect that he would have such strong strength..." Seeing the expression on Chen Dawu's face, Zhu Haoran breathed a sigh of relief and said.

"Even so, he's ruined one of Xintang's arms, and I can't just let him go. Martial Uncle, you know that Xintang's martial arts talent is quite high. This time he participated in the rookie competition and got a ranking of over 50 in the preliminary round. This was an excellent opportunity to increase the reputation of our Seven Injuries Sect. Now, Xintang can only withdraw.

Even if I let him go, the other elders and deacons of our Seven Injuries Sect won't agree..." Chen Dawu shook his head.

"You don't need to worry about this matter, I will talk to them..." Zhu Haoran glanced at Chen Dawu and said.

If Lin Yun was not acquainted and familiar with the son of Zhang Wentian from Su City, he would not be in a good position to speak of this matter. But since Lin Yun is acquainted and familiar with the son of Zhang Wentian, it will be easier for him to speak to others from the Seven Injuries Sect.

Although Seven Injuries Sect also has a Martial Arts Grandmaster, their Martial Arts Grandmaster is already old and hasn't meddled in worldly affairs for many years. He believed that the others in the Seven Injuries Sect wouldn't want to easily offend another young Martial Arts Grandmaster.

That's right, the son of Zhang Wentian is only in his early twenties. Zhang Wentian is not old either, just under sixty. In the circle of Martial Arts Grandmasters, this could be considered very young, with even more potential for growth.

The prospect of this kind of Martial Arts Grandmaster is even more daunting than some older Martial Arts Grandmasters.

...

After leaving the platform of life and death, Lin Yun and Zhang Haoran went to the platform of the rookie competition together.

The rules for the rematch were also simple.

The top 300 in the preliminary competition drew lots together.

The winner advanced directly to the top 150.

However, after deducting some who were unable to continue the battle, and adding some who performed well, as well as some who were revived in the resurrection match, the competitors for the second round were decided to be 200 in total.

And finally, the top 100 was determined.

Then, the top sixty.

The top thirty-five.

The top twenty.

Every round would add a resurrection match, and some participants through the resurrection match.

Some directly promoted competitors could take this time to rest.

As for those who made it through the resurrection match, they didn't have this privilege. This was their penalty for failing earlier. It could only be said that they were unlucky. The resurrection match was just an extra opportunity for them after their failure.

In general, the rematch today determined the top twenty.

Tomorrow, which is also the last day of the Martial Arts Congress, the top ten and their specific rankings would be determined.

First round.

Lin Yun won.

The second round.

Lin Yun emerged victorious.

Unlike the preliminary round, each round of the rematch had participants who were stronger than the last one.

Therefore, Zhang Haoran who managed to win the first round by the skin of his teeth, lost in the second one.

Even this was because Lin Yun had taught him some martial arts the night before, which he had all night to familiarize himself with, otherwise, even the first battle might not have ended in his favor.

However, this meant that Zhang Haoran only made it to the top 150 in the rematch.

It just goes to show that during the preliminary round, several powerful martial artists indeed refrained from going all out.
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Perhaps, those martial artists had far greater aims this time, so to avoid any mishaps, they preserved their strength, ensuring they would make it past the preliminary round was sufficient for them.

Some of them didn't even fight all of the ten battles in the initial round.

It was only pretentious individuals whose skills were neither here nor there who went all out in the preliminary. They had to, as if they didn't, they wouldn't get the chance to show off later.

Think about it, being amongst the top few or top few tens in the preliminary round was something to boast about, right?

Being ranked in the top hundred or two hundred in the rematch doesn't sound as impressive as being amongst the top few tens in the preliminary round.

"Brother Lin Yi, that was Shaolin's direct disciple, in the Late Mingjin Stage. I've heard about him before, he is said to be quite strong among the Late Mingjin Martial Artists. I didn't expect him to be defeated by you..."

"Brother Lin Yi, your next opponent is from the Bagua Sect, Bagua's fighting style is hard to deal with, you must..."

Zhang Haoran surrounded Lin Yun, constantly speaking excitedly. The ranking Zhang Haoran had achieved in the preliminary and the rematch exceeded expectations. Although he lost the matches, he was not depressed.

His skills weren't enough to advance any further, but watching his friend continuously move ahead was also an exhilarating experience.

He was unaware of Lin Yun's abilities, nor did he pry into the matter. Firstly, it was private, and secondly, discovering things slowly was more exciting.

"Hmm! If my father, who often criticizes me for not being upright, knew that I made a powerful friend like Brother Lin Yi, I wonder how he would react..." Zhang Haoran muttered to himself.

"Wow! Fairy Lin is on stage. So beautiful, Brother Lin Yi hurry up and look, look..."

Just then, Zhang Haoran grabbed Lin Yun's arm excitedly, pointing towards a fighting platform.

Since the area around this platform was crowded with spectators, they had to stay outside.

"Fairy Lin?"

Lin Yun glanced at the platform and smiled slightly.

The person on the platform, referred to by people as Fairy Lin, was indeed Lin Mengmeng.

"This damn girl's skills are even stronger, probably due to the effect of the Qingyun Supreme. Looking at the current situation, I'm afraid she would be able to break through to the Mingjin Peak in a few months..." Lin Yun thought to himself.

Before anything was going wrong with the Qingyun Company, Lin Mengmeng often asked him for advice on martial arts. He gave her many tips on martial arts and cultivation. He was quite familiar with her skills.

It must be said, Lin Mengmeng's talent in martial arts was not weak, and she was progressing very quickly.

This was already the third round of the fight, a victory would mean qualifying for the top 60.

Lin Mengmeng wasn't very lucky, her opponent this time was a martial artist in the Mingjin Peak stage.

"Bang—Bang—Bang—"

Soon, on the platform, the two began exchanging blows.

As expected, after dozens of moves, Lin Mengmeng began to fall behind.

There was a significant gap between the Late Mingjin Stage and Mingjin Peak stage.

The fact that Lin Mengmeng could withstand dozens of moves was commendable enough.

"Keep going...keep going..."

"Fairy Lin, persevere..."

"This guy is really, not at all gentlemanly, he won't go easy on Fairy Lin..."

Several young men under the platform were cheering for Lin Mengmeng

The man fighting Lin Mengmeng on the platform was left speechless.

Lin Mengmeng's image won his heart, but comparatively, he had a stronger desire to make a name for himself.

Mainly because he knew himself well enough. Many outstanding martial artists had taken a fancy to Lin Mengmeng. Compared to them, he was not as noticeable.

You might as well opt for something more tangible.