"Since you've chosen to stand here, you must bear it. What's there tret?"

  "If I were Lin Hao, I would choose to cede."

  "Yes, g in front of a Foundatioablishment cultivator isn't shameful."

  Amidst the noisy chatter, not a single voice seemed to support him, yet Lin Hao remained unfazed.

  Wang Jingzhan stood with his foot on his spear, his voice cold, "Will you cede, or should I knock you down?"

  "You make the first move," Lin Hao replied calmly.

  A fsh of anger crossed Wang Jingzhan's eyes. A Foundatioablishment cultivator being looked down upon by a mere Qi Refining novice!

  The audience below seemed to have heard the biggest joke of the tury.

  "I'm going to ugh myself to death. Where does Lin Hao get his fidence from?"

  "A mere Qi Refining novice daring to let a Foundatioablishment cultivator make the first move!"

  "He probably doesn't uand that the gap between realms is like a chasm, especially between Qi Refining and Foundatioablishment, like the differeween mortals and immortals."

  "Arrogance will pay the price!"

  Wang Jingzhan was amused, his voice deep, "You're really arrogant. I quite admire you, but arrogance requires strength to back it up!"

  He kicked the spear beh him, sending a spear light shooting towards his oppo.

  Being able to send out a spear light was already a sign of respect for his enemy.

  "The same words back to you!"

  Fag the oppo's disdainful casual strike, Lin Hao revealed his Foundatioablishment strength and attacked with full force!

  Surging spiritual energy densed into hundreds of Fme Bdes, crashing towards the enemy!

  A look of shock fshed in Wang Jingzhan's eyes. The oppo was actually at Foundatioablishment?!

  This... how is this possible!

  He had always sidered his oppo a Qi Refining noviever expeg him to be at Foundatioablishment.

  Boom!

  He wao defend, but the oppo's attack was too swift. He couldn't rea time and was bsted off the stage.

  "Lin... Lin Hao wins."

  This battle left the elder referee bewildered. This was supposed to be a top-three match, yet it ended in a sed.

  And the one who was defeated was the previous favorite to win.

  "My god, what happened? How did Senior Brother Wang suddenly get knocked off the stage?!"

  "Did I see that right? Lin... Lin Hao is actually at the Foundatioablishment stage!"

  "Amazing, Lin Hao is truly amazing, feigning weakness, then exploding in strength, eliminating Jingzhan!"

  "This Lin Hao is really ing, hiding his true cultivation just to catch everyone off guard today!"

  "Poor Senior Brother Wang, he fell for Lin Hao's trick!"

  The audience was stunned. A genius cultivator from the outer sect had beeed by an unknown youngster!

  On the high ptform, Murong Qihe master of Water Peak, was ughiily, her chest heaving up and down.

  "Lin Hao is really iing. He y low for so long just to take down a Foundatioablishment oppo in one go. His fighting style really suits our Little Bamboo Peak."

  Beside her, Feng gyue's phoenix eyes turned cold, and she said indifferently, "Suits what? Didn't you see he used fire teiques to defeat his oppo? He's a fire spirit root, naturally suited to my teiques!"

  "So what? I have treasured fire teiques that are no worse than your manuals!"

  " you teach him this move?"

  Feng gyue sneered, raising her jade hand, and a mountain-sized fire lotus appeared out of thin air, dyeing half the sky red.

  Feeling the heat, almost everyone looked up simultaneously at the fire lotus.

  "World-Burning Fire Lotus, the Venerable Feng actually used this move. Is there an unparalleled enemy attag our Xuan Yi?"

  Everyone looked at the enting fire lotus with longing, w when they could bee a great cultivator like the Venerable Feng!

  "Hmph!"

  Murong Qinxue was at a loss, sn unwillingly.

  Meanwhile.

  "Ha!"

  Wang Jingzhan leaped bato the stage, his Soul-Breaking Spear exuding a chilling killing i. He was very unwilling to be defeated in such a manner.

  Boom!

  He erupted with overwhelming spiritual energy, ready to fight again and show his strength.

  "Zhan'er, stand down."

  A charming woman asded the stage, and with just one look, Wang Jingzhan's killing i melted away.

  "Mother... but I shouldn't have lost like this. He's not strohan me."

  "A win is a win, a loss is a loss. A man must know when to hold on and when to let go."

  "Yes."

  Wang Jingzhan bowed and accepted the lesson.

  The woman turo Lin Hao, her expression kind, "Young friend, my family discipline is g, and I've caused you trouble. I apologize."

  A hint of surprise fshed in Lin Hao's eyes. He had expected the Wang family to bear a grudge like the Jiang family, but their politeness caught him off guard.

  "Elder, you're too kind."

  Lin Hao slightly bowed iurn.

  The woman maintained a warm smile as she led her son off the stage.

  Lin Hao watched the alluring figure leave, momentarily lost in thought, before biting his tongue lightly tain focus.

  Stay clear-headed; she definitely doesn't have Primordial Yin!

  ...

  The final battle!

  Lin Hao suddenly opened his eyes, listening to the r cheers, a smile tugging at his lips.

  Finally, he had reached this point, just oep away from the champion's position!

  If he defeated the two Foundatioablishment cultivators and won, he would surely bee a personal disciple. Thinking of this, Lin Hao's eyes burned with fighting spirit.

  He stepped onto the stage, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below, among the thousands of cultivators.

  Besides Li Qiushui, Cui Qing'er, and other women cheering for him, everyone else seemed to support Leng Feng?

  Being so uimated, even the usually calm Lin Hao couldn't help but feel a flicker of anger.

  The treatment differeween male and female cultivators was too great, making him tremble with rage!

  Just then, he heard a strange voice.

  "Senior Brother Lin, you have to win!"

  Lin Hao followed the clear void saw a female cultivator in a pale yellow dress waving at him.

  This junior sister seemed to be called Xiang... Xiang Xiaoyuan, if he remembered correctly.

  He her, then exged gnces with his senior sister, whose gentle eyes were full of warmth.

  Then he looked at Cui Qing'er in her purple dress, her rich softness somewhat dazzling.

  He had to win, he must win!

  g his fists, his gaze sharp as a knife, he looked at his oppo!

  Leng Feng still wore a white robe, a sword box on her back, her high ponytail tied up. Though clearly a young woman, she appeared more valiant than any man.