He's alone, but he's a tomb raider!

As a member of the prestigious Lu family, Lu Lin possessed a gentle and refined demeanor, exuding an elegant and otherworldly aura. Her mere presence in the center of the arena drew quiet gasps from many of her fans.

"What a handsome guy!"

"This presentation is miles ahead of Zhang Chulan's!"

"Just standing there already wins half the battle!"

"Are all the people from Trinity Gate this good-looking?"

Lu Lin remained calm, her gaze sweeping across the audience below, pausing briefly in the direction of Qin Yun on the viewing platform.

Seeing her master nod slightly, Lu Lin felt reassured, then withdrew her gaze and closed her eyes to concentrate.

His aura gradually subsided, awaiting his opponent's arrival.

Before long, Jia Zhengliang also stepped onto the stage, but before the referee could announce the start of the match, the two did not even have a chance to greet each other.

As the phone vibrated, a highly recognizable Qinqiang opera ringtone rang out.

Perhaps because he had been staying in the village for too long and hadn't come out, coupled with the strong controlling nature of his family, Jia Zhengliang, whose emotional intelligence wasn't very high to begin with, became even more impulsive in his dealings with others.

Without even offering an apology, Jia Zhengliang casually waved his hand, signaling Lu Lin to come over, and then answered the phone.

If this happened to other sects, and they had the ability, they would consider it a clean slate if they didn't beat Jia Zhengliang to a pulp.

Fortunately, this time Jia Zhengliang encountered Lu Lin from the prestigious Lu family.

Faced with such rude behavior, Lu Lin did not choose to take action at that moment. Instead, she raised her hand to signal the referee that the two should spar after Jia Zhengliang finished his phone call.

in the audience.

The fat man slammed his hand on the railing and said irritably.

"Young Master Lu is good in every way, except for his personality, which is a bit too upright."

Why bother with that redhead? Just go up there and slap him twice to teach him a lesson!

"People like that need to be dealt with by that bastard Zhang Chulan!"

"You know, Lao Hu, I think your idea is really good. It's just a pity that he ran into Young Master Lu right after passing the preliminary rounds. I don't think he has much of a chance!"

Just as Lu Lin waited quietly while the audience was buzzing with discussion, Jia Zhengliang, with his red hair, spoke in a thick Northwestern accent and made a rather irritable phone call to his mother.

"Yes, I'm on the field right now. It's okay, Mom, don't worry about me."

"Don't worry, this isn't a place for random private fights. Everyone knows their limits."

"I already said, with the Ten Elders and other senior figures here, this is a fair and square competition. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come."

"I know, Mom. I told you long ago that my brother's unlucky nature meant he was bound to get into trouble sooner or later."

"If he were to be easily defeated by some senior expert, that would be one thing, but to be brutally beaten by a young man in his early twenties even when five people joined forces, causing the Feng family of the Tianxia Association to lose face, is just too absurd!"

Previously, Lu Lin hadn't paid much attention to Jia Zhengliang, but when he heard this, the usually good-natured Lu Lin's eyes narrowed instantly.

Something seems off!

correct!

"Jia Zhengliang and Jia Zhengyu, they are clearly brothers!"

If that's the case, then the "kid" he just mentioned must be his master!

Thinking of this, Lu Lin couldn't help but frown.

What kind of person dares to address the leader of the Trinity Sect like that? Isn't that a blatant disrespect for the Lu family?

Sensing the undisguised killing intent, Jia Zhengliang wasn't too worried. He continued making a phone call with one hand while casually tossing three throwing knives towards Lu Lin with the other.

The throwing knife came with tremendous force and at extremely high speed!

However, for Lu Lin, these methods were not enough.

Without even activating the Reverse Life Triple Technique, Lu Lin had already dodged the attack with her own skill.

"Damn it, a sneak attack! This is probably another Zhang Chulan. Where's the martial ethics?!"

"A knife-throwing charlatan like that dares to embarrass himself in public with this kind of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and outlaws) acrobatics?"

"It doesn't seem that simple. This thing looks to me like the legendary art of object manipulation."

Seeing that the three Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives couldn't subdue Lu Lin, Jia Zhengliang glanced at her with slight surprise and then calmly added six more.

Nine Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives should be enough to take down Lu Lin, right?

After all, during the preliminary rounds, most of the superhumans couldn't even withstand three blows!

"How is that possible? He can control nine of them! That's amazing!"

I heard that even the famous Jia Zhengyu can only control three!

"The Northwest Art of Manipulating Objects... This is something from the sword immortals of the pre-Qin period! To witness such a technique, this trip has truly been worthwhile!"

Jia Zhengliang: "You guys used to think you were too lenient with me, so now you all want to control everything I do. Let alone causing trouble, I rarely even leave the village."

"Blind date? Uh, I really didn't run away because I didn't want to date the village chief's daughter, I'm not lying to you."

Besides, Mom likes pretty girls from the city, is there anything wrong with that? Why does she insist that I date the village chief's daughter?

I really have no other thoughts. If I use these twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives to win the championship in this competition, you still won't have to worry about not finding a daughter-in-law.

Okay, Mom, you should go watch the game. I think you can watch the video in the group chat.

I'll take good care of myself, bye!

After hanging up the phone, Jia Zhengliang became interested in his opponent, who had failed to defeat him despite being hit by nine consecutive Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives.

"Sorry, my mom just called."

I thought that once I finished the phone call, I'd be done here, but I didn't expect this guy to be such a pro.

"Nine Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives couldn't take you down? Looks like it's time to get serious!"

Saying he's impolite seems like he's also somewhat polite.

But it seems like he's not very polite!

Whatever!

Jia Zhengliang may disregard martial ethics, but as a member of the prestigious Lu family and a disciple of Qin Yun, Lu Lin cannot disgrace her sect.

Lu Lin raised her hand towards the referee beside her and asked a question.

"Referee, shall we officially begin now?"

"Um...of course, Jia Zhengliang has already made his move!"

Lu Lin: "Okay, then I won't warm up!"

Nine throwing knives as a warm-up? Are you kidding me?

Because he was in the Northwest, Jia Zhengliang didn't know what Jiahao was at this time; he only felt that Lu Lin's words were extremely infuriating.

However, before he could even unleash the last three Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives...

As the profound energy circulated, Lu Lin's ramen-noodle-like hair instantly grew longer and then turned snow-white, her skin becoming as smooth as jade.

Seeing such a mysterious technique, Jia Zhengliang was momentarily stunned.

Holy crap!

"Others might pretend to be handsome, but you're genuinely handsome, buddy!"

"With a face like that, what kind of girl wouldn't you be able to date?"

Before Jia Zhengliang could even react with surprise, Lu Lin, now in a state of reversal, stomped his foot, and his entire body shot towards Jia Zhengliang like a cannonball.

Its speed is even faster than that of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife.

"So fast!"

Although Jia Zhengliang's eyes saw it, his body was somewhat unable to react.

He felt a weight on his cheek, and then an irresistible force struck him as Lu Lin grabbed his head and shoved him into the ring with a loud thud!