Chapter Seventy-six - Winning Streak

  Lin Yuan wanted exactly this effect, the more he provoked their anger, the better. These actions Lin Yuan did not take lightly, he had planned them out long in advance.

  This time in the arena, Lin Yuan wants to hone himself as a Northern Courtyard disciple. His own cultivation alone can't keep up with his rapid progress, he must have enough martial arts experience.

  It's just that these Northern Courtyard disciples who were sent out are only late-stage Nine Heavens realm warriors. If Lin Yuan continues to fight with them like this, although it has some effect on increasing his own strength, it's still too little.

  If it goes on like this, it will lose the purpose of setting up a stage for Lin Yuan, which is not what Lin Yuan wants.

  Enraged Northern Court, their disciples' strength is getting stronger and stronger, as long as they are not innate boundary disciples, Lin Yuan will not be afraid of them at all. And Lin Yuan also does not plan to hide his own boundary. This is intimidation, naked intimidation.

  Ma Jiale, who was suddenly kicked off the stage, went crazy, with blood still on his mouth.

  "I will avenge, I will avenge, I won't lose, no way, Lin Yuan, I will defeat you sooner or later." Ma Jiale was almost out of anger, like a volcano that had thoroughly erupted, just one step away from rushing to the stage again.

  Lin Yuan looked at him with a pitiful gaze, slightly shaking her head, and didn't want to say more.

  "I've said it before, if you're not convinced, come and fight again!" Lin Yuan didn't take him seriously at all. Not to mention with his current strength, even if he was really in the late stage of the ninth rank, Lin Yuan still wouldn't put him in his eyes.

  "People who have been surpassed by me will never surpass me." Lin Yuan thought to himself.

  Lin Yuan's attitude made Ma Jiale burn with anger, but he couldn't do anything about it.

  He could see that Lin Yuan was genuinely not taking him seriously, rather than just pretending.

  "Haha, is this really a disciple of Beiyuan? Not even worth a single blow."

  "I don't know who just said that, looking down on Nan Yuan, it seems that their courtyard is the one that can't withstand a single blow."

  "You're still talking big here? You think you're qualified?"

  The outer disciples of the South Courtyard can be said to have a common enemy, with high morale. At this time, Lin Yuan's status in their hearts has instantly skyrocketed to an unprecedented height that no one can match.

  The disciples of the South House sarcastically attacked the disciples of the North House, like a series of slaps that slapped them in the face, leaving them unable to counterattack.

  As a proud disciple of the Northern Institute, ranked 18th on the ranking stele, he was humiliated in such a way. First, he was defeated like withered branches, and now he was being ridiculed by a group of mediocre ordinary disciples. To make matters worse, he couldn't even retort back. This made Ma Jiale's eyes turn black with rage, and he couldn't help but spit out another blood arrow!

  "Haha, still ranked 18th after all, what a shame."

  "Hey, who are you? You're from the Northern Institute, right? Hurry up and take this shameful senior brother away. Otherwise, if anything happens, don't blame us from the Southern Institute."

  Time passed slowly, and this time, Lin Yuan waited for a long time before waiting for the challenge of the Northern Courtyard disciple. It was still in the late stage of the 9th rank, and this opponent wasn't even as good as Ma Jiale. Lin Yuan didn't have any interest either, and with one move, he directly defeated him.

  On the first day, Lin Yuan won ten consecutive games without surpassing any masters beyond the ninth rank of the late stage.

  The second day, ten consecutive wins, Beiyuan still didn't produce a half-step Innate expert.

  On the third day, the entire Northern Courtyard seemed to have gone mad. For two consecutive days, Lin Yuan was like a tireless war god, fighting non-stop without a single defeat.

  Bei Yuan's face had been severely slapped, and even some elders couldn't bear to watch, but there was nothing they could do. Lin Yuan's strength was too powerful, unmatched among those of the same rank.

  Boom boom boom...

  Both sides clashed head-on with a loud crash, the entire arena was filled with swords clashing, covering the sky and earth, with an imposing momentum.

  "Seizing the opportunity once again", Lin Yuan didn't show any courtesy, thinking about all the battles with the entire Northern Courtyard, every single one of them was a fierce and intense fight to the death, he had never truly used his killing move, and even when he did attack, he always left some room for mercy. You don't show me kindness, I won't show you righteousness, there's no need to give any opportunities to the Northern Courtyard disciples.

  Mansha Sword Art - Sky Crazy Dance, the most lethal move in Mansha Sword Art is suddenly unleashed, this is also the final move of Mansha Sword Art, Lin Yuan uses it, instantly stirring up a whirlwind!

  "Block for me!" A hint of panic flashed in Dong's eyes, and he hastily used all his strength to block the attack. The entire sword momentum contained a terrifying power, and one sword struck out.

  At this moment, Lin Yuan's sword edge seemed to expand several times and descend from the sky, enveloping Han Wenhong in it.

  "Who will win?" Everyone outside the arena had doubts in their minds at this moment! Before, Lin Yuan had brought too many shocks to everyone, and now they didn't dare to make a rash judgment, they could only stare at the two people on stage with dead eyes.

  Although Han Weng and Lin Yuan had been fighting for half an hour, at this time, the tense anger did not allow them to make wild guesses.

  Rumble...

  In an instant, the entire arena seemed to shake, a loud muffled sound came. Dust filled the sky, at this moment, the scorching sun hanging high in the air seemed to have dimmed down.

  Ah...

  A shrill cry echoed through the air, followed by a figure flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground.

  Suddenly, the scene fell silent, an unearthly silence.

  Only to see that figure was directly blown out of the field and heavily smashed onto the ground outside, making a dull sound.

  Dead silence! At this moment, the person who was knocked out of the field and wailing on the ground was actually Han Wenhong.

  Han Wende, who was also at the peak of the ninth layer in the later period, unexpectedly lost as well. He lost so thoroughly that even when he used his strongest technique in a head-on confrontation, he was still directly blown away.

  "Hiss"

  Turning his head to look at the young man standing proudly in the arena, everyone couldn't help but take a cold breath.

  "Ah! Lost again! Is this Lin Yuan a reincarnation of the God of War?"

  "This is already the twenty-ninth round, could it be that the Northern Institute will really lose to Lin Yuan alone?"

  "One person single-handedly dominates the entire Northern Courtyard, Lin Yuan is indeed crazy and overbearing."

  "This time, the Northern Institute might be embarrassed to send out a strong practitioner of the Half-Step Heavenly Boundary, which is considered a top-notch existence not only within the entire Northern Institute but also among the outer sect disciples."

  "It's indeed, I don't know if Lin Yuan can withstand it, this Northern Court is too shameless, maybe they will really send out a half-step Pre-Heavenly Boundary warrior."

  "This Lin Yuan is indeed unbeatable at the same level, even if he loses, it's enough to be proud of. That Han Weng Dong just now was a top 11 ranked expert on the Ranking Stele, about to enter the Half-Step Innate Realm. He actually lost too, who knows, maybe this Lin Yuan really will challenge the Half-Step Innate Realm."

  Just then, as everyone on stage was discussing, Lin Yuan's light coughing sound came.

  "Is this all the disciples of Beiyuan Institute have to offer? It's truly disappointing. Three whole days, twenty-nine matches, and they're all just trash. Can't they bring out some real masters?" Lin Yuan's words were not meant to be subtle, wasn't this another slap in the face for Beiyuan Institute?

  Boom!

  At that moment, the faces of all the disciples under the stage turned red with anger. Could it be that the Northern Courtyard really had no one left? What about those half-step Pre-Heavenly Boundary disciples? Where are you coming out?

  The disciples of Nan Yuan also heard what Lin Yuan said and instantly let out excited shouts once again.

  These three days have been too long, the entire Southern Courtyard disciples only feel that their whole body is gleaming with oil, the previously often bullied Southern Courtyard disciples seem to have straightened up one by one.

  Didn't you guys from the Northern Campus say that our Southern Campus has no one?

  Isn't it true that you Beiyuan students often bully us Nanquan students?

  Your Northern Institute isn't very impressive, is it?

  Haha, all nonsense! A new disciple from our Southern Institute challenged your entire Northern Institute and still lost. This is a bare-faced slap in the face!