Lin Yang vs Tian Sheng

The next day, the venue where Lin Yang was scheduled to fight was packed with people. 

This battle between the troublemaker from Yuan Sword Sect and the fourth-rank martial master, Tian Sheng, was about to unfold. 

If Lin Yang won, he would advance to the top sixteen, enter the palace for an audience with the emperor, and contend for the title of Martial Arts Champion. 

If Lin Yang lost, Yuan Sword Sect would lose face and be left in a difficult situation. 

This event was a clash among the younger generation and a confrontation between two major superpowers. 

Tian Sheng, a fourth-rank martial master, was a young talent secretly cultivated by the royal palace, loyal to the imperial family throughout his life. 

Today, he stood on the stage wearing a strong black suit, holding an iron spear, proudly facing the arena. 

He had a well-proportioned figure, and an indifferent gaze, as if everything in the world, including himself, were lifeless, resembling an automaton. Additionally, he had a thick beard, making him not look like someone under twenty. 

He was the hope of the people in the Capital. Tian Sheng had successfully forced Liu Xuan, a third-rank martial master, off the stage, narrowly eliminating his most formidable opponent. 

After receiving precious elixirs for recovery and resting due to an opponent's withdrawal, Tian Sheng had nearly completely recovered from his previous serious injuries, returning to his peak condition. 

This gave the people of the Central Province great confidence. 

"Lin Yang hasn't arrived yet?" Tian Sheng had been standing on the stage for a long time, but Lin Yang had not shown up. 

"Maybe he heard that he would face Tian Sheng and became so scared that he abandoned the match and sneaked back to Yuan Sword Sect!" someone mocked. 

"I heard that after Chen Kong learned about Chen Shi's situation yesterday, he directly went to find Lin Yang! Perhaps Lin Yang has already been beaten to death by Chen Kong!" another person speculated. 

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The audience discussed with each other, and this news reached Han Yan'er, creating a sense of worry within her. 

"Could Chen Kong have really beaten Lin Yang to death?" 

"Chen Shi is Chen Kong's only younger brother, and he has been doted on since childhood. Although their relationship has been somewhat tense in recent years due to Chen Shi's reluctance to submit to Chen Kong, Chen Kong has always treated him well!" Tang Yu also added to the conversation. 

Yesterday, Chen Kong went to find Lin Yang, and afterwards, there was no further news. It was said that the entire area was cleared, and no information leaked out. 

Concerns arose about Lin Yang's well-being, with uncertainties about whether Chen Kong had confronted him and what might have occurred. Even the fact of Lin Yang being alive, or dead remained unknown. 

"Lin Yang will come; Chen Kong won't really take action," Mo Qingkuang shook his head. He actually hoped that Chen Kong had taken action and beaten Lin Yang to death, resolving the matter. 

However, the Imperial Academy would not approve of such actions. Altering one's age was already a bottom line, and orchestrating assassinations off the stage would be unacceptable in the eyes of the public. Moreover, with Saint Alchemist's protection, Chen Kong would find it challenging to harm Lin Yang. There was also the possibility of repercussions for himself. 

As if to respond to Mo Qingkuang's words, Lin Yang arrived nonchalantly, leaping onto the stage with a carefree demeanour. 

He greeted the surroundings with a cupped fist, laughing aloud, "Sorry, I had a few extra drinks last night and overslept." 

Looking at his rosy complexion and vibrant spirit, there was no sign of him being taught a lesson by Chen Kong. It was evident that he had enjoyed a good meal and a restful sleep before arriving. 

The crowd, however, reacted with indignation, expressing their anger: "Lin Yang, you scoundrel, don't think no one can deal with you! Do you really believe you're untouchable?" 

Lin Yang scoffed at the remarks, retorting disdainfully, "Who? Who dares to deal with me? You? You? Or perhaps... you?" He pointed towards the crowd, singling out Mo Qingkuang in the process. 

"Why don't you dare to face me in a battle? Sending a fourth-rank martial master to deal with me? Are you afraid you can't beat me?" Lin Yang squinted and taunted. 

Most challenges from others could be brushed off by Mo Qingkuang with a smile. However, any action or remark from Lin Yang had an amplified effect on him. 

In an instant, his blood boiled, and his eyes turned red. "You're lucky; they didn't agree with my request. Your life is spared for a few more days." 

"Blatant boasting! A defeated underling dares to be arrogant?" Lin Yang sneered dismissively. 

He was in a great mood. As the sole remaining disciple of the Yuan Sword Sect, he had repeatedly defeated formidable opponents, gaining significant prestige for the sect. Lin Zhishi, the deacon of the Yuan Sword Sect, had promised him that after this event, he would be promoted to an inner disciple and would receive various rewards. 

Those who were eliminated early, including Liu Xuan, dared not confront Lin Yang. Even Liu Xuan, who had been defiant until now, did not dare to provoke Lin Yang, allowing him to revel in his triumph. 

"Are you Tian Sheng? Were you arranged to deal with me?" Lin Yang directed his attention to Tian Sheng, a hint of killing intent emanating from him, revealing a battle-hardened aura accumulated from numerous battlefields. 

"My orders are to eliminate you," Tian Sheng, like an emotionless machine, declared coldly. 

"Hmm, so they really value me. Let's see if you're up to the task. Come on!" Lin Yang sneered and assumed a stance. 

Facing an opponent two ranks higher than himself, Lin Yang did not dare to be arrogant. 

"The match begins!" 

With the referee's command, the official match began. 

Lin Yang pushed off with both legs, launching the first attack! 

His fists were enveloped in scorching flames, unleashing the victorious Fire God's Fist from yesterday. 

Tian Sheng's pupils contracted. He had not witnessed Lin Yang's duel with Chen Shi yesterday, but he had heard about Lin Yang breaking through Chen's family's ultimate skill, the Imprisoning Hand, with a single move of the Fire God's Fist. 

Now, witnessing the Fire God's Fist in action, he realized its extraordinary power. Even though his water-based martial arts restrained Lin Yang to some extent, taking a hit from this fist would be uncomfortable. 

Raising his long spear, the blue radiance flickering, Tian Sheng greeted Lin Yang's charge with a move resembling a dragon thrusting with a spear. 

Lin Yang felt a heavy heart as he observed this. Although water-based forces were not as sharp as wind-based ones, they were the most restraining against him. 

If he insisted on aiming this punch at Tian Sheng, whether it hit or not was uncertain, but the spear would undoubtedly poke a hole in him first. 

Seeing that his punch would likely be ineffective, Lin Yang had no choice but to abandon the offensive. He smashed a fist onto the shaft of Tian Sheng's spear, diverting it upwards. 

Suddenly accelerating his footwork, Lin Yang launched another fist directly at Tian Sheng. 

Remaining composed, Tian Sheng retracted his spear, which had deviated from its original trajectory. It formed a revolving loop around his waist. 

With a powerful gust and a chill of true energy, Tian Sheng swept his spear in a move resembling a dragon sweeping through a thousand soldiers. 

Lin Yang inwardly sighed, facing a fourth-rank martial master two levels above him. Just from the casual strike with the spear, he could tell that Tian Sheng was an opponent with exceptionally rich combat experience. 

Lin Yang, lacking a weapon, relied on his bare fists to conquer. However, Tian Sheng's long spear was nearly six feet long. 

In Lin Yang's estimation, this strike would hit him before he could land a hit on Tian Sheng. It was going to be a substantial loss! 

Quickly adjusting his footsteps, he hastily retreated, narrowly avoiding the fierce attack.

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