Chapter Seventy-four — Tyranny

  "The good show is coming." Everyone below thought to themselves.

  "Lin Yuan, you actually went so far as to cripple him. My junior brother Chen Ming only came to your place looking for trouble, but I didn't expect you to actually disable his meridians." Zhang Xian stepped forward and didn't immediately engage in battle, instead speaking to Lin Yuan, clearly here on behalf of Chen Ming.

  Lin Yuan didn't say a word, what's the point of explaining when things have already turned out this way, saying more is useless.

  "How you treated Chen Ming, that's how I'll treat you today. And you actually dared to hurt my brother Zhang Wang, I won't let you off. I want to cripple you in front of everyone." Zhang Xian said, and with a kick of his legs, his entire body shot towards Lin Yuan like lightning, at the same time, a sword light flashed.

  The day after tomorrow, in the late stage of the ninth rank, at the moment when Zhang Xian made his move, everyone felt Zhang Xian's strength. Unexpectedly, this Northern Courtyard started with a ninth-rank late-stage realm, is this the Northern Courtyard's anger?

  People thought that Lin Yuan, who had never spoken before, would surely say something this time.

  However, they only saw a slight arc at the corner of Lin Yuan's mouth, and then he slowly raised his fists in the direction of Zhang Xian and shook them lightly.

  A layer of deep blue light flashed, carrying an unmatched aura, slowly wrapping around Lin Yuan's fists.

  In the air, around Lin Yuan's fist, it seemed that twisted space could be seen everywhere, with layer upon layer of ripples surging.

  In the blink of an eye, Lin Yuan's entire fist was completely enveloped by a blue light.

  "You're not worthy." Lin Yuan's loud shout echoed throughout the martial arena.

  The words had barely left his lips.

  Boom!

  A loud explosion echoed through the air.

  Lin Yuan threw out a punch.

  His fist, wrapped in a layer of deep blue arc light, instantly swept away the air, and incredibly bypassed Zhang Xian's sword light, fiercely striking towards Zhang Xian's cheek.

  Could it be... that Zhang Xian of the late Jiuzhong period is actually no match for Lin Yuan?

  Some people's eyeballs almost popped out when they saw this scene.

  The next moment, as expected, Lin Yuan's fist suddenly blasted onto Zhang Xian's chest, beyond everyone's expectation.

  The next instant, a terrible gust of wind suddenly burst out from his fist.

  "Hmph... Hmph!"

  He threw his head back and spat out a mouthful of bloody mist, and his body involuntarily flew backward.

  I lost!

  Lost at the first move!

  In the midst of an astonishing chorus of gasps, Lin Yuan's face was expressionless as he executed the Treading Clouds Step to its ultimate realm, instantly transforming into a black shadow that chased after him, his fists flying like lightning, mercilessly pounding towards Zhang Xian.

  Zhang Xian's face changed drastically, he was suspended in mid-air, unable to borrow any force from anywhere, and could only wave the long sword hanging from his hand to resist.

  Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

  But being in mid-air, Zhang Xian's entire body had nowhere to exert force, and his true yuan couldn't possibly condense instantly.

  Lin Yuan's fist landed on Zhang Xian's body once again.

  Then, blood flowers began to splash in mid-air.

  In an instant, this collision clearly distinguished between victory and defeat.

  Zhang Xian was like a mad beast, using all his strength, shouting angrily again and again, but in the end he still couldn't withstand Lin Yuan's fists that fell like rain, their strengths were fundamentally not on the same level.

  From the moment Zhang Xian was knocked flying by Lin Yuan until he landed, it was only a short span of half a breath.

  At that moment, Zhang Xian was hit by Lin Yuan's nine punches, each punch landing on his flesh. Zhang Xian had no chance to resist at all.

  Bang!

  Dust flying everywhere, blood splashing out.

  Zhang Xian's body was directly blasted by Lin Yuan to the bottom of the ring, heavily falling to the ground, dragging a trail of blood for several meters. His face had completely deformed, with fresh blood spraying from his mouth, turning him into a terrifying bloody man.

  Dead silence on all sides!

  The quiet is terrifying!

  The people of Beiyuan who were just shouting and going crazy, where is the madness now? One by one, they all stood in the field, their souls still lost.

  Everyone was stunned.

  Too brutal!

  Too exciting!

  "Trash," Lin Yuan said with a sneer.

  Zhang Xian's whole body was covered in blood, and Lin Yuan's words made him spit out another mouthful of blood. This wasn't Zhang Xian's fault, as Lin Yuan's strength had reached the late stage of the Ninth Realm, and for Lin Yuan, even when his strength was at the mid-stage of the Ninth Realm, he could already defeat Zhang Wang, who was at the late stage of the Ninth Realm. And Zhang Xian's strength was only slightly stronger than Zhang Wang's. Naturally, he wasn't a match for Lin Yuan.

  At this moment, all four academies' disciples finally realized that they had still underestimated this arrogant newcomer from the outer sect.

  A single move defeated a disciple of the Nine Heavens' late-stage realm, is this the kind of terrifying strength that can be possessed by someone in the Nine Heavens' late-stage realm? In an instant, everyone's minds were filled with doubt once again.

  What a Lin Yuan! People who knew him before thought that Lin Yuan's swordsmanship was superb, his talent was extremely strong, and he had even cultivated the most difficult to cultivate first layer of the Martial Skills Pavilion, the Broken Sky Sword Technique.

  It turned out that he not only had extraordinary swordsmanship, but also unparalleled and terrifying physical strength!

  A terrifying power capable of instantly crushing a Nine-Stage Late Period martial artist.

  Too scary!

  As for Zhang Xian, he had already been forgotten by people. This time, Lin Yuan seemed fierce, but he only used his physical strength and didn't use much true yuan. Zhang Xian looked seriously injured, but it was just a superficial wound, and he could recover in a few dozen days of rest.

  "If that's all you've got in the Northern Courtyard, then it's better not to have set up at all." Lin Yuan's disdainful voice rang out at the moment Zhang Xian fell, showing no mercy.

  "Linyin, you're so arrogant, I'm Majiale and I'm here to challenge you." Before Linyin could even finish speaking, another figure suddenly appeared in the Northern Courtyard, charging straight at him.

  Another post-9th day late period.

  In an instant, some of the disciples seemed to understand that the Northern Courtyard disciples were preparing for a wheel war, consuming Lin Yuan's true yuan and not giving him any chance to rest.

  But will their wishful thinking come true?

  Whoosh!

  The next moment, the sound of a weapon tearing through the air echoed through it.

  Ma Jiale took the lead, her body slightly moving, the long spear in her hand instantly seemed to transform into countless snakes. Her body drew out a strange arc, flashing towards Lin Yuan like lightning.

  Lin Yuan stood still on the spot, his long sword slowly drawn from his waist, both hands grasping the hilt, motionless and frozen in place.

  In an instant, Ma Jiale's long spear was about to descend upon Lin Yuan's body.

  He finally moved.

  With a long sword in hand, it suddenly transformed into a three-foot-long deep blue sword tip and directly clashed with the long spear.

  Ding ding!

  The deep blue sword tip and long spear clashed with a metallic ringing sound.

  This sound seemed to open the curtain of battle.

  Next, before the disciples below had time to react, a string of dense and rapid clashing sounds like a stormy rain hitting banana leaves, began to strike and shock everyone's eardrums and hearts.

  Among the outer disciples of Wuzong, where can you often see such battles? The disciples of the Nine Heavens Realm, who are not going out to practice or close their doors to seek a breakthrough to a higher realm. How can they be innocent and fight every day?

  It's already a spectacular fight with two masters of the ninth rank, how can it not be thrilling? The battle between Lin and Yuan also slowly shook the hearts of all the disciples.

  Majia Le's figure was shrouded in a blue sword light.

  And Lin Yuan seemed to have transformed into a rolling silver-white spearhead.

  Overbearing!

  Arrogant! So there are people in their hearts who think of these two words.

  Who can be like Lin Yuan, single-handedly dominating the Northern Institute?

  Who else can be like Lin Yuan, fighting alone in the Northern Courtyard!