Chapter Nineteenth: Arrogance Has a Price to Pay

  The bell rang out, and the entire square instantly fell silent. Countless pairs of eyes all looked towards the stage where Lin Yuan and Wang Yun were standing.

  In the hearts of many, there has always been an expectation, whether this battle will be like the previous one, with passion and fervor. Everyone is looking forward to it, including the elder in the center of the square and the masters of various families.

  "Kid, you'd better just admit defeat and spare yourself the trouble. I don't want to accidentally hurt you." Wang Yun stepped into the center of the ring, his face cold and unyielding, not taking Lin Yuan seriously at all.

  The stop before noon, Wang Yun naturally knew, it was because he knew that he acted like this towards Lin Yuan.

  "They actually stole the glory that belongs to me, don't they say you're a waste? This time, I'll definitely beat you into a waste, and your reputation as a waste will be ruined." Wang Yun thought in his heart.

  Lin Yuan's expression remained unchanged, her demeanor as eternal and unchanging as the heavens. In her hand, she grasped a longsword that shone even brighter than the one she had used before.

  It's clear that Lin's family is also filled with expectations for Lin Yuan's victory this time, and it can even be said that the achievements Lin Yuan has obtained so far have already made Lin's family very happy. After all, in previous competitions, they had never entered the top three, and every competition was a bottom-of-the-barrel existence.

  The long sword in Lin Yuan's hand had also been replaced with a fine steel long sword, which was much better than the one he used before.

  Lin Yuan had always felt averse to the people of the Wang family, and since that night when he heard about the conspiracy between Lin Yong's father Lin Zhiping and the Wang family, he had grown even more disgusted with them.

  Lin Yuan's mind had an idea in an instant. Then, he fell silent.

  "A broken sword, dare to take it out against the enemy? To be honest, fighting you is my shame, and I don't know how you defeated Zhang Tian." Wang Yun stood in the middle of the arena, coldly smiling: "Make a move, I'll let you go first. So that no one will say I'm bullying the weak."

  Lin Yuan also didn't say much, and with a serious expression, nodded: "Alright."

  The words had barely left his lips.

  Whoosh!

  A white spear burst out from Lin Yuan's hand.

  His feet moved swiftly, his long sword flashed like lightning, and a sword aura burst out.

  This move is precisely the first move of the Flowing Cloud Swordsmanship - Wandering Clouds and Flowing Water.

  Everything seems to have come together naturally, without any dragging or pulling.

  But from Lin Yuan's hand, it had a different flavor and temperament. His whole person was like a sword, attacking in an instant, swift and imperceptible.

  Wang Yun was greatly shocked.

  The arrogant smile on his face had yet to dissipate when, in an unthinkable instant, he barely managed to raise the long sword in his hand to block.

  Clang!

  A loud metallic screech exploded, making everyone's ears numb.

  The next moment, Wang Yun felt as if he had been struck by a giant hammer, an unstoppable force crashing onto his sword, then traveling along the blade to his arm, causing it to tremble violently and instantly losing all sensation.

  Bang!

  The smile on his face was still solidifying, but Wang Yun had already retreated rapidly with his sword, the shock on his face not having dissipated in the slightest.

  Under the stage, a burst of unstoppable gasps of cold air suddenly sounded.

  Awesome!

  Too strong! Awesome!

  This is what all warriors feel, one move and Wang Yun was at a disadvantage.

  "The Sixfold Initial Stage in two days!" Before the disciples under the stage could react, Wang Yun's cold voice came.

  "Wow"

  The warriors below let out a collective gasp.

  This was beyond everyone's expectation, and Lin Yuan on the stage showed no intention of explaining, still standing on the stage, looking at the embarrassed Wang Yun in front.

  In the center of the square, a burst of discussion was also punished.

  "Lin Zhuangzhu, this time you've hidden it deep enough. I didn't expect that Lin Yuan would also be a post-heavenly six-realm boundary. The talents of the Lin family are truly impressive." Mo Zhenzhang said with some surprise as he looked at Lin Qingming, and his gaze towards Lin Yuan was full of admiration.

  In Mo Yuan's eyes, he thought that Lin Zhuang Master was deliberately hiding Lin Yuan's cultivation, but what they didn't know was that even the master of the Lin family didn't know about Lin Yuan's cultivation. Perhaps, Lin Qingming and Lin Yuan had only been in contact for a few days, and the last time was when he gave him the sword in his hand. Of course, Lin Qingming wouldn't say anything.

  "Town Master Mo has become more polite, which is also the result of Lin Yuan's efforts. I heard that Town Master Mo's daughter is also a skilled person and has joined the Qingyun Sect. Town Master Mo is really blessed! " Lin Qingming smiled in response, and finally didn't forget to flatter him.

  "Haha, Lin's being polite, let's take a look at this, it seems there will be surprises." Mo Yuan also said with a smile, apparently enjoying Lin Qingming's flattery.

  Looking at the master of the Wang family opposite him, his face had already turned gloomy to the extreme, but no one paid attention to him.

  On the stage of martial arts competition.

  Wang Yun's face had already turned dark to the extreme, and it was clear that he hadn't expected Lin Yuan to suddenly make a move, causing his own face to lose greatly.

  "You're resorting to sneak attacks! How despicable!"

  Wang Yun walked slowly towards Lin Yuan with a disheveled face, his face red with rage.

  He clearly couldn't accept that he was easily defeated by Lin Yuan with just one sword, and it seemed that the opponent was also a pre-heavenly six-layer boundary martial artist like himself.

  In his view, Lin Yuan had ambushed him when he wasn't paying attention. If they were to really fight, he absolutely wouldn't end up like this.

  He had forgotten who was standing in the middle of the arena, shouting loudly, and who had to make the first move.

  "Little kid, I see how you're going to beat me this time." Wang Yun shouted angrily and directly attacked Lin Yuan.

  Lin Yuan was also ready early, and it was a sword tip shot, both of them stood up.

  Lin Yuan did not want to get entangled with Wang Yun anymore, and he also had an extreme aversion to the Wang family in his heart.

  With a single swing, Lin Yuan sent Wang Yun's long knife flying away. He suddenly turned around and infused his true energy into the long sword, imbuing it with an almost imperceptible rhythm.

  Lin Yuan once again employed the sword intent he had comprehended.

  Just as Lin Yuan was using his sword intent, in the center of the square, Mo Yuan's eyes suddenly burst out with a flash of essence, only to disappear immediately. Not even the people beside him noticed it.

  At this time, everyone was shocked by Lin Yuan's sudden and intense attack, which was grand in momentum but lacked any skill.

  What is this move?

  Like the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique, yet not like it, this is the feeling that everyone has.

  "Whoosh" Lin Yuan's sword light directly collided with Wang Yun's long knife, and in an instant, on the stage, another burst of dust was stirred up.

  This time, everyone didn't think it would be like the last match where they couldn't see clearly. This time, all that could be seen was Wang Yun's figure, like a kite with its string cut, directly falling towards the ground below the stage, with fresh blood spouting into the air.

  All around was quiet.

  Everyone had a stunned expression like a wooden chicken, Wang Yun's sudden defeat made everything in front of him seem a bit unreal.

  This is just a few moves, isn't this too obvious?

  Everyone did not dare to believe that they had lost, and they were still fantasizing about the previous battle being as hot-blooded as before.

  After a brief silence, the crowd around suddenly burst like a boiling pot.

  "Hah, so the disciple of the Wang family is nothing more than this!"

  "Unexpectedly, even Lin Yuan's ten moves couldn't hold on, and yet he was still so arrogant."

  "Arrogance will be paid for." I don't know if it was this sentence that triggered it, but some people who had opinions about Wang Yun suddenly erupted, insulting and mocking him.

  But Lin Yuan didn't care about all this, and had already walked towards the location of Lin's village at the moment Wang Yun fell. There was no joy after victory. And this time, the people in Lin's village also surprisingly did not disturb Lin Yuan.

  At this moment, victory belongs to the Lin family!

  At this moment, the championship belongs to Lin Yuan!

  All eyes were on Lin Yuan.