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Cold! Dead silence! There was no desire to win or lose, no excitement for battle, only a pure indifference that chilled to the bone, as if looking down on ants!
Simply because, in Lin Shen's eyes...
Hongbin is just too weak!
Hong Bin's mind went completely blank!
The boiling fighting spirit and scorching fiery energy in his body seemed to be doused with a bucket of ice water!
My heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand, stopping abruptly for a moment before beginning to pound wildly and uncontrollably against my chest!
The heavy impact roared in his own eardrums, almost drowning out all the noise outside!
Wang Bing's fragmented memories, carrying the smell of blood and burnt flesh, exploded uncontrollably and with unparalleled clarity in Hong Bin's mind!
That arrogant and ruthless young master of the Wang family!
The seemingly harmless man in front of him dragged her from one end of the training ground to the other like a tattered sack!
Every drag, every slam!
Every single time... every single time, the blue-white electric snake, carrying a destructive intent, viciously slashed down!
A piercing scream, so shrill it was inhuman!
And finally, there was that piece of charred charcoal, limp on the ground, as if it had been repeatedly lashed by lightning, only able to twitch instinctively!
The scene was so vivid and impactful!
The crackling sound of electricity, the stench of burning flesh, and the strange "hoarse" sound that Wang Bing made in his throat as he was dying—it all seemed to be playing out again right here and now!
A primal fear, stemming from biological instinct, surged up his spine, instantly paralyzing Hong Bin's limbs and bones!
"Uh......"
A short, suppressed gasp escaped from Hong Bin's throat uncontrollably.
The fiery aura surrounding him flickered violently, like a candle dying in a storm! The crimson lava flames enveloping his forearm hissed and groaned in full view of everyone, rapidly dimming and shrinking!
It looks like it's withered.
The sweat wasn't from the high temperature, but from the chilling fear that had seeped into his bones; it instantly soaked through his vest and slid down his strong muscles!
His clenched fist began to tremble uncontrollably, his knuckles turning white, not from gathering strength, but from extreme stiffness!
He tried to calm himself down!
He tried to tell himself that the person in front of him was Lin Shen, not a demon!
Hong Bin is trying to reignite the pride and fighting spirit of the Huode Sect!
However, all efforts at self-hypnosis were as fragile as a paper dam under Lin Shen's abyss-like indifferent gaze!
Those eyes seemed to silently declare: "Make your move, and you will be the next Wang Bing."
Wang Bing's charred and distorted face kept overlapping and magnifying in my mind like a nightmare!
Time seemed to stretch out infinitely. One second? Two seconds?
Everyone held their breath, staring incredulously at the bizarre scene unfolding before them: the once-fierce Little Fire God, before his opponent had even assumed a fighting stance, was now covered in cold sweat, his face deathly pale, and the flames around him flickering like a candle in the wind!
Hong Bin's lips trembled violently. He wanted to shout "Start!", wanted to throw a punch, even just a symbolic one! But every cell in his body was screaming a warning—danger! Run! You'll die!
"I......"
A trembling, hoarse single syllable struggled through his clenched teeth.
The next second, under the gaze of thousands of astonished, bewildered, and incredulous eyes, Hong Bin suddenly lowered his fists, which had been gathering power! The flames around him vanished completely with a hiss, like sparks being extinguished!
"I surrender!"
His voice was hoarse yet loud, carrying a barely perceptible sob and a sigh of relief, echoing in the deathly silent training ground.
Wow——! ! !
After a brief silence came an uproar ten times stronger than before!
"Admit defeat?! Hong Bin has admitted defeat?!"
"What's going on?! The fight hasn't even started yet! Where's the Huode Sect's face?!"
"Wasn't that flame very strong just now? How come it suddenly... went down?"
"It's Lin Shen! It must be Lin Shen! Look at Hong Bin... he's trembling! He's scared!"
"Damn... that fight with Wang Bing... it seems like it really gave this guy psychological trauma..."
In the arena, Lin Shen tilted his head slightly.
He said nothing, but silently turned and walked toward the exit.
The referee opened his mouth, watched Hong Bin's hasty retreat, then glanced in the direction Lin Shen had calmly left, and finally had no choice but to raise his hand and announce:
"The winner... is Lin Shen!"
The name Lin Shen no longer represents only great power, but is also shrouded in a chilling shadow.
Lin Shen has advanced to the final two!
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Chapter 88 Is Wang Ai dead?
The final match of the semifinals was between Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu.
Zhang Chulan did not discuss any countermeasures, because no countermeasures would be useful in the face of strength.
Therefore, this is Zhang Chulan's turn.
I intend to truly unleash my full potential and shed my shamelessness!
Whether we lose or not.
Whether it's something else or something else, Zhang Chulan will accept it!
The sky was terribly gloomy; it was raining...
On the training ground...
Zhang Chulan stood at one end of the training ground, his fingers clenched into fists, staring intently at the white-clad figure opposite him.
Zhang Lingyu is the brightest star of the younger generation in the Celestial Master's Mansion and a symbol of the future of Longhu Mountain.
Zhang Lingyu simply stood quietly, his wide white Taoist robe fluttering slightly in the damp wind. He seemed to blend into the leaden gray world, pure and flawless, with a sense of detachment.
The wind suddenly picked up, carrying large raindrops that pelted down, and a misty white fog instantly rose over the training ground.
Zhang Chulan made a move!
This movement was an explosion of all its might!
The puddles beneath his feet suddenly burst open, and his figure transformed into a blurry afterimage, tearing through the rain curtain as he rushed straight towards Zhang Lingyu!
There was no probing, no fancy moves, only the simplest, most direct strike that embodied all his power – “Thunderbolt”!
Lightning crackled and surged through his bones, his fist crackling with visible pale blue arcs of electricity as it tore through the air with an unstoppable, fierce momentum as it hurtled toward Zhang Lingyu’s face!
However, that seemingly inevitable punch struck as if it had landed on an illusory cloud.
Zhang Lingyu didn't even move her feet; at that critical moment, her upper body leaned back in an elegant, almost eerie arc, easily dodging the punch.
The fist, imbued with the power of thunder, merely stirred a few strands of damp white hair on his cheek.
Once, twice, ten times... Zhang Chulan's figure was like a moth drawn to a flame, frantically circling around that despairing white-haired figure.
However, the white figure remained within the confined space, her clothes fluttering, untouched by a single raindrop. All of Zhang Chulan's efforts were merely background noise for this solo dance in the rain.
"Huff...huff...damn it!"
Zhang Chulan missed again, staggering and sliding several meters on the slippery ground. He braced himself against the cold bluestone, panting heavily.
The gap, like the majestic Longhu Mountains before us, lies there, so clear it's suffocating.
The rain seemed to intensify, striking the ancient bluestone with a dull, monotonous sound, like a silent mockery.
“Zhang Chulan,” Zhang Lingyu’s voice came through the rain, clear and calm, without the slightest ripple, “Your sparring has reached this point, which is enough to prove your diligence. However, a solid foundation cannot be achieved overnight.”
He paused slightly, then slowly raised his left hand, palm facing the sky, fingers slightly spread, "Dragon Tiger Mountain Thunder Technique, supremely powerful and yang, Thunderous Command..."
As he spoke, an indescribable aura of authority suddenly spread out!
A faint golden light instantly covered the entire body, forming a protective golden membrane that was almost tangible and flowed with a sacred aura—the Golden Light Mantra!
At the same time, the air in his raised left palm began to twist and compress wildly!
A blinding white arc of electricity appeared out of nowhere, emitting a chilling "sizzling" sound, and in an instant it condensed into a violently dazzling ball of incandescent lightning!
Zhang Chulan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by a giant hand!
The pure yet terrifying white lightning illuminated his pale face, as well as the undisguised horror and despair in his eyes.
He could clearly feel the immense power contained within the lightning ball, enough to completely tear apart his current defenses!
The training ground was deathly silent, except for the torrential rain and the terrifying buzzing of the lightning ball in the palm.
The hearts of all the spectators were in their throats, holding their breath and waiting for the decisive blow that would end the match.
At this critical moment!
An extremely discordant, even absurd, voice emerged.
"Gurgle gurgle gurgle~~~~~"
For the first time, Zhang Lingyu's face, which had always been as calm as a still well, showed a violent change!
His left hand, which was holding the terrifying ball of lightning, trembled violently. The wildly leaping incandescent lightning suddenly became unstable. Zhang Lingyu's face turned extremely ugly in an instant, as if he had lost all color in his face. An indescribable pain and extreme embarrassment surged up rapidly!
Large beads of cold sweat poured from his forehead, mingling with the icy rain on his face, and sliding down his taut jawline.
A sharp, unbearable pain suddenly erupted deep within his lower abdomen!
"Ugh...!" A muffled groan, extremely suppressed, escaped uncontrollably from between his clenched teeth.
Zhang Lingyu's eyes, which were originally as clear as a cold pool, were now filled with shock, pain, and overwhelming shame and indignation. She looked incredulously at her lower abdomen, then suddenly raised them, her gaze sweeping over Zhang Chulan, who was also standing frozen in place with a blank expression, and finally over the audience around the martial arts arena who were dumbfounded and had frozen expressions.