After my Daoist partners broke off their engagement, they pledged their loyalty to me!

"Both sides step forward, the battle begins!"

No sooner had referee Li Mingjie finished speaking than Ouyang Peng, who had been all smiles, rushed toward Jiang Lin.

"Since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me!"

Ouyang Peng gave a low shout in his heart, unleashing the full power of the third level of Qi Gathering Realm, intending to finish the battle quickly!

Defeat Jiang Lin as quickly as possible.

They could even inflict serious injuries or cripple someone!

Ouyang Peng wanted to show the other party the consequences of daring to refuse him!

Therefore, his punch was aimed at Jiang Lin's head.

The servant disciples around the sixth arena, who had not yet taken their turn, whispered with solemn expressions.

"Ouyang Peng has such a powerful aura! With his spiritual power, he's probably a shoo-in for the top ten!"

"It is said that he has already reached the third level of Qi Gathering Realm, a level of strength that is rare among us menial disciples."

"He probably has someone backing him. Jiang Lin had a really tough time running into him."

"The third level of Qi Gathering Realm? I wouldn't even dare to dream of it! If I could reach the third level of Qi Gathering Realm in this lifetime, I could become a wealthy and powerful man when I return to our town!"

"Why is Jiang Lin standing there like he's frozen in fear?"

"Get out of the way!"

"He's finished."

Unlike the clueless guys in the audience who only talked big, Ouyang Peng's subconscious made him suddenly realize something.

I shouldn't have rushed over so hastily.

But by then it was too late.

Jiang Lin suddenly stretched out his hand, his palm forming a claw, and landed hard on Ouyang Peng's elbow, pressing down forcefully and pulling!

The power gained from consuming Qi and Blood Pills during this period took effect at this moment, and Ouyang Peng felt his arm was out of control.

However, he was no pushover. He clenched his other hand into a fist and punched Jiang Lin's head directly.

Attack where the enemy must defend!

However, he underestimated Jiang Lin's speed.

Jiang Lin tilted his head to the side.

Almost grazing Ouyang Peng's fist, she dodged and gripped Ouyang Peng's elbow with her five fingers, tightening her grip once more.

Ouyang Peng's entire upper body instantly leaned forward towards Jiang Lin.

A hint of ferocity flashed in Jiang Lin's pupils as he thrust his right knee forward, aiming directly at Ouyang Peng's head and forehead.

If this hits the mark properly...

Even if Ouyang Peng doesn't die, he'll be crippled!

Ouyang Peng clearly knew that the consequences of being kneed would be dire. The arrogance and ease in his eyes vanished, replaced by panic!

He knew he had misjudged the situation this time.

Jiang Lin, who was holding the 9527 jade token, was actually no less powerful than himself. He had to find a way to defeat him and create distance before he could use the mortal-level intermediate martial arts he had just mastered.

The more someone wants to do something, the less you should let them have their way. Jiang Lin understood this principle well, so naturally he wouldn't let the other party distance themselves from him.

Ouyang Peng slapped Jiang Lin's knee with his other hand, but it felt like he was hitting a piece of steel, not a knee.

The violent recoil made his palms go numb.

Using this obstruction, he managed to steady himself. Before he could make any further moves, Jiang Lin lashed out with his left leg towards Ouyang Peng's ankle.

"Bang!"

"Snap!"

The Qi and Blood Pills he had been taking during this period were not for nothing; Jiang Lin's whip kick broke Ouyang Peng's leg joint.

"snort!!!"

The excruciating pain caused Ouyang Peng to break out in a cold sweat.

He knew that if he didn't admit defeat, he might not have another chance. Although he didn't know what level Jiang Lin's spiritual power was, the opponent's physical strength was terrifying.

Even when using a mid-level mortal-grade martial art, Ouyang Peng had lost all confidence in winning.

Thinking of this, Ouyang Peng decided to back down first.

After this competition ends, he will lead his men to get revenge. At that time, he will definitely make Jiang Lin regret it!

"I admit it..."

Seeing that Ouyang Peng was about to admit defeat, Jiang Lin's eyes turned cold, and he delivered a powerful punch to Ouyang Peng's chin.

"puff!"

"Uh... I..."

Ouyang Peng was attacked while he was speaking. The punch severed his tongue. His eyes were filled with terror, his mouth was full of broken teeth and blood, and he quickly retreated.

He was still trying to admit defeat.

But Jiang Lin wouldn't give him that chance.

The opponent's initial attack was aimed at Jiang Lin's head, clearly indicating ill intent.

Since that's the case, Jiang Lin won't let the other party off the hook.

In this world where weakness is the original sin, one cannot stand firm without being ruthless.

Ouyang Peng struggled to his feet.

Jiang Lin had already rushed in front of him, his palms flashing out like lightning, and slammed heavily onto Ouyang Peng's temples.

The powerful slap made Ouyang Peng dizzy.

Jiang Lin grabbed the other person's head with both hands and twisted it forcefully!

A "click" sound.

Ouyang Peng immediately collapsed, lifeless...

The servants around the No. 6 field were all forced to take a step back by Jiang Lin's ruthless methods.

Their eyes widened in horror.

Looking at Ouyang Peng slowly falling to the ground.

Everyone gasped in shock.

"hiss……"

"You can't be kidding me, right? Ouyang Peng was only at the third level of the Qi Gathering Realm, how could he be dead like that!?"

"Which immortal peak does Jiang Lin belong to? He's such a fierce disciple!"

"Terrifying, if you run into him, you might as well just admit defeat."

"That's too much! I just saw Ouyang Peng seem to be about to admit defeat, but Jiang Lin forcibly interrupted him, and he couldn't say it out loud."

"Hehe, what's wrong with that? Once you're on the stage for a competition of strength, life or death is no object. That's the rule."

"..."

Somewhere off the field, Zhao Yishu was watching the game.

That's right. In the competition for menial disciples, Zhao Yishu should have been hoping that Jiang Lin, who had humiliated her, would die at someone else's hands.

But for some reason, she suddenly wanted to come and see for herself.

Especially when she saw that Jiang Lin had not been defeated by Ouyang Peng, but instead had killed Ouyang Peng, she subconsciously felt a sense of relief.

"Impossible, impossible. I definitely wanted Jiang Lin to die on stage. It was just my imagination, yes, my imagination..."

Zhao Yishu muttered to herself.

Zhou Long was also watching the battle from the sidelines.

He sized up Jiang Lin, a guess forming in his mind.

"Could it be that idiot Zhou Peng has already been killed by Jiang Lin?"

"This kid..."

"He can't be allowed to live!" A murderous glint flashed in Zhou Long's eyes. "Once the combat competition is over, we must find a way to kill him!"

Before the opponent rises to power, even at the risk of being punished by the elders, we must nip the danger in the bud!

He had inquired about why Jiang Lin, a seemingly useless person with only first-grade cultivation talent, could break through to the next level in spiritual power cultivation so quickly.

Clearly, Jiang Lin's rapid increase in strength frightened Zhou Long.

Jiang Lin has publicly revealed the reason why his spiritual power cultivation has increased so rapidly during this period.

The spirit stones in the Misty Sacred Land Spirit Stone Mine are not naturally occurring.

Instead, it was created by a huge spirit-gathering array that continuously operated, condensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and artificially producing the spirit stones.

These artificially created spirit stones cannot withstand the impact of external energy in a short period of time, which is why they need to be manually mined by handymen disciples with low cultivation levels or no cultivation at all.

Sometimes the spirit-gathering array will release energy that overflows.

The overflowing energy will be mostly absorbed by the spirit stone.

But there are always lucky ones who are fortunate enough to absorb this energy and receive blessings and great benefits.

This is common knowledge at the Refining Peak Spirit Stone Mine.

The probability of that is one in ten thousand.

Jiang Lin used this situation as a perfect excuse.

This explained why his strength, despite being a first-grade cultivation talent, could grow so quickly; everyone envied and was jealous of his incredible luck!

"Referee, I think I've won this round?"

The referee remained silent.

Jiang Lin, who was on stage, took the initiative to remind him.

"Yes, you won." Li Mingjie glanced at Jiang Lin, seemingly lost in thought, and announced the results of the sixty-sixth group of the competition.

Jiang Lingang was about to step down.

Suddenly it occurred to me that Ouyang Peng died on stage, so the things on Ouyang Peng's body should also belong to him, right?

The high price they offered earlier made Jiang Lin admit defeat.

So, this guy must be very rich!

And so, to everyone's astonishment...

Jiang Lin started looting the bag in front of everyone, searching for his spoils!