One person: Lu family bodyguard, who shattered Longhu Mountain with a single palm strike.

"Let's go watch Brother Lin's match. I want to see which unlucky guy will run into this big shot in this draw."

With a burst of laughter, the group headed towards venue number four in a grand procession.

Edge of Training Ground No. 4

Lin Mo, with his hands in his pockets, slowly walked into the arena via the stone steps.

Instead of rushing to the center of the field, he immediately turned to look at the audience.

Seeing that Lu Linglong had obediently found a seat at the very front, the straight-line distance between the two was definitely no more than thirty meters.

Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction.

As long as I stay within 100 meters, I've secured my perfect attendance record for today.

After all, he works so hard to clock in, and missing a day would break his heart.

In the center of the field, the other three contestants had already taken their positions.

The three looked at Lin Mo, who was huddled at the edge of the field and wouldn't come over.

"Hey, what are you doing standing so far away?" One of the burly men, with a shaved head and carrying a large knife, pointed at Lin Mo with displeasure, then suddenly realized what was going on.

"You wouldn't be planning to let the three of us fight first, and then you'd reap the benefits, would you?"

A man with a goatee standing nearby, who was assuming a martial arts stance, scoffed, "Exactly, do you really think no one can see through your little tricks?"

The third, tall, thin man wielding the Eight Trigrams Staff curled his lip and said, "How about this: the three of us team up to eliminate this kid first. After we've cleared out the weaklings, we can each compete for a spot in the next round based on our own abilities, okay?"

"no problem."

"I agree."

The three hit it off immediately, forming a united front. They turned around menacingly and aimed their attacks at Lin Mo, who was standing alone on the edge.

Lin Mo completely ignored the three small fry, and suddenly remembered something. He turned to Lu Linglong in the stands and shouted, "Hey, Boss Lu, have you placed your bet?"

Lu Linglong in the stands was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening.

"Oh dear, I almost forgot about the important thing!" She frantically pulled out her phone, quickly opened the betting website, and said, "I'll place an order right now!"

With her fingers tapping frantically on the screen, Lu Linglong bet all of her newly saved 100,000 yuan of private money on Lin Moying.

After finishing, she cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted into the arena, "Lin Mo! Don't make it too easy! If you win too easily, the odds will drop, and we won't make big money!"

Lin Mo stroked his chin and nodded thoughtfully.

Makes sense.

If they show overwhelming strength from the very beginning.

Those bookmakers who open betting platforms will definitely adjust his odds to be extremely low, so even if he works himself to death, he won't make much money.

It seems I'll have to reconsider my original plan to slap these three away. Just to be on the safe side, I'll put on a little act.

The three people opposite were so angry that their noses twisted when they heard this conversation.

"Damn it! How arrogant! They actually dare to treat us like a cash cow?"

The burly man wielding the broadsword roared and charged forward, brandishing his weapon, shouting, "I'll chop you up!"

The goatee and the tall, thin man were not to be outdone, following closely behind. With whistling palms and piercing air with their long staffs, the three men's attacks sealed off all of Lin Mo's escape routes.

Lin Mo sighed, lightly tapped his foot, and unleashed the minimum level of "Divine Speed ​​Transformation".

He didn't use the Nine Yang True Qi, but relied solely on his movement skills to leap left and right between the three people's attacks.

"Ouch, that was close!"

"Wow, that knife almost cut my clothes."

While feigning surprise, Lin Mo occasionally tried to block the air with his arm.

To outsiders, he appeared to be completely overwhelmed and could only rely on luck to survive.

Lin Mo silently timed it, planning to stall for a minute before closing the net.

However, the three opponents felt something was wrong as the fight went on.

"What's going on? This kid is as slippery as an eel, how come I can't hit him?" The burly man with the big knife was panting heavily.

"Stop blocking my way!" the goatee yelled at the tall, thin man. "If it weren't for your stick interfering with me, I would have smashed his skull with that palm strike!"

"Bullshit! You were the one who blocked my way first!"

The tall, thin man retorted, "That kid's too lucky; he always manages to hide in a blind spot where we can't attack!"

"Hey, you two, stop arguing and take this kid down first!"

The three of them didn't manage to touch a hair on Lin Mo's head; instead, because of their terrible teamwork, they started arguing amongst themselves.

Seeing this ridiculous scene, Lin Mo simply couldn't keep up the act any longer.

"Forget it, playing in this kind of low-level game is torture." Lin Mo shook his head helplessly. "You guys should just get off here."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Mo narrowed his eyes, and an invisible demonic force field instantly spread out from him.

The space itself was subtly distorted.

The burly man with the broadsword intended to slash at Lin Mo's face, but his wrist inexplicably slipped, and the back of his blade struck the goatee standing beside him.

The goatee was startled and instinctively slapped out, but the blow landed squarely on the tall, thin man's chest.

The tall, thin man lost his balance with the Bagua staff, and the end of the staff slammed hard into the chin of the burly man with the broadsword.

"Bang bang bang!"

With three muffled thuds, the three of them, guided by the hidden power field of the Heavenly Demon, precisely completed the "mutual harm".

To outsiders, it looked like a car accident caused by three people fighting amongst themselves over the final blow.

Lin Mo, on the other hand, took two steps back in perfect cooperation, deliberately making a surprised expression as if to say, "Thank goodness, I just narrowly escaped disaster," and then reached out to wipe away non-existent sweat from his forehead.

At the edge of the field, the Taoist priest from the Celestial Master's Mansion, who was acting as the referee, was completely stunned.

He hesitated for two seconds, then raised the small flag in his hand: "Group C, Lin Mo wins."

The audience erupted in uproar, booing loudly as they criticized the three idiots for knocking themselves out of the competition.

"Holy crap! Are you kidding me?! Three against one and they still got killed!"

"Damn it, they still got hit by each other's attacks. What idiots!"

"Geneva, refund!"

Lin Mo didn't care about the stares around him. He pushed off with his legs and easily leaped onto the stands, landing steadily in front of Lu Linglong.

"How's it going, boss?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, as if seeking praise, and said, "Was that 'playing dumb to fool the enemy' act pretty good? Was it convincing enough?"

Lu Linglong smiled, her eyes crinkling, and gave a thumbs up without hesitation: "Not bad, decent, very much in line with the persona of a lucky person."

She waved her phone in her hand, and a string of numbers appeared on the screen.

"Although the odds weren't that outrageous this time, I still made a solid profit of over 20,000."

"Great." Lin Mo snapped his fingers. "Alright, don't forget the rules. Remember to give me 30%. This is my contribution of technology."

Lu Linglong rolled her eyes at him and said coquettishly, "I know! You'll get your share of the money, you money-grubbing bodyguard. I'll transfer it to you when we get back."

Soon after, members of the Lu Family Troupe, including Canglong and Bai Shixue, also completed their auditions.

As the best of the younger generation in the world of supernatural beings, this kind of preliminary selection is just a formality for them, and they all advance smoothly.

As evening fell, the day's competition came to an end.

All the advancing players were gathered at the draw site to draw their opponents for the second round of one-on-one matches tomorrow.

Lin Mo casually joined the queue and reached into the lottery box to pull out a slip of paper.

He unfolded the note and saw two words written on it: Wang Bing.

Meanwhile, not far away in an open space, Wang Bing was staring at the slip of paper in his hand, his brows furrowed.

When he saw the words "Lin Mo" written in the opponent's column, his face instantly darkened.

The humiliation of almost being smashed to pieces on the edge of a cliff during the day surged back into my mind.

Wang Bing suddenly raised his head, searching fiercely through the crowd, his gaze quickly locking onto Lin Mo's direction.

Lin Mo seemed to sense something and turned his head to give him a faint glance.

His gaze was as if he were looking at a stone on the roadside, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, and then he casually looked away.

This blatant disregard stung Wang Bing's sensitive and arrogant nerves even more than direct mockery.

"Damn bastard!"

Wang Bing clenched the note in his hand, his knuckles turning white, his eyes filled with anger.

"You're lucky you got lucky on the other side of the cliff today! Tomorrow, when we're in the ring, I'll make you kneel on the ground and pay me back what you owe me, with interest!"

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