"Its simple, I want to have a match with Lin Ming. If I lose, Ill admit defeat, but if I win, then the first place is mine!" Wang Yanfeng said, suddenly turning to Lin Ming and provokingly saying: "Lin Ming, do you dare or not?"

  Lin Ming hadnt even responded when Elder Xu stood up, smiling: "This idea isnt bad. In reality, the assessment of the Martial House ultimately boils down to two things: actual combat and innate talent. Innate talent is clearly in Wang Yanfengs favor, and if he also wins in actual combat, then logically and reasonably speaking, the first place should belong to Wang Yanfeng."

  Elder Xus one sentence blocked Lin Mings retreat. However, Elder Xu felt that this was not enough, so he turned to Lin Ming and said with a smile: "Lin Ming, martial artists cultivate their bodies but also their minds. A martial artist must first have an unshakeable will to win; if they are afraid of battle, then their will to win is lost. This kind of person will never achieve greatness."

  Mr. Xus words are indeed true, but his heart is very ruthless and poisonous. In this situation, once you lose, it will be a huge blow to your confidence, especially since Lin Ming is only 15 years old and is still in the first or second rank. Losing with such a large margin would likely cause him to become disheartened and never recover.

  Xu Changlao had already determined that Lin Ming would likely lose, after all Wang Yanfeng was one realm higher than Lin Ming and he hadnt been able to display the true power of the Nine Furnace True Words at the Linglong Tower because he didnt have a treasure. A high-grade martial skill could greatly increase a martial artists combat strength; sometimes, it could even allow them to fight against an opponent of a higher level.

  As for Lin Mings innate divine power, it was only useful when dealing with slow and powerful beasts in the Linglong Tower, but not against humans.

  Under the circumstances of one sides loss being another sides gain, Wang Yanfeng naturally would not lose.

  Lin Ming gave Xu Changsheng a cold glance, silently noting this down, then turned to Wang Chuanshan and said: "I can compete with you, but no matter how I look at it, Im the one whos at a disadvantage. If we dont compete, Im first place, but if we do compete, only if I win will I be in first place, theres no other benefit. And once I lose, my first place will be handed over to someone else, what do you think?"

  Wang Yanfeng was overjoyed when he heard that Lin Ming had already agreed to the match. This guy is still haggling at this time, it seems that he thinks he can win once he reaches the fifth floor of the Linglong Tower. Hmph, what a fool! I will let you know the power of the "Nine True Words".

  Wang Yanfengs mouth curled up with a hint of playful smile, "What do you want?"

  "Alright, if I win, you give me your Golden Snake Gallbladder Pill. If I lose, Ill give you the title of First Place and the Red Golden Dragon Marrow Pill. How about it?"

  "Good! Its settled!" Wang Yanfeng was overjoyed in his heart, this way he could get both elixirs for himself, it was truly a windfall. He eagerly said: "Then Ill start the competition!"

  "Uh-huh, okay."

  Seeing Lin Ming so readily agree, Sun Lao and the others slightly shook their heads. It wasnt that they thought Lin Ming would definitely lose, but rather that the possibility of him losing was more than half. Participating in an examination and fighting with someone were different matters altogether. This Wang Chong came from a wealthy family and had been taught combat skills by a master since he was young, and on top of that, he also knew martial arts.

  But at this time, the battle had already become a foregone conclusion, and they didnt have anything more to say.

  Wang Yanfeng arrived at the center of the martial arts arena, his long sword shaking in his hand, and said with a full breath: "Come on!"

  Everyone in the scene was slightly surprised when they saw the long sword in Wang Yanfengs hand. "Treasured sword!"

  But any precious artifact, the value is above several thousand taels of gold, even if its a young master from a noble family, they usually can only have the qualifications to own one after reaching the fourth or fifth stage of Body Refining. Who would have thought that Wang Yanfeng already has one at the third stage of Body Refining, and its even inscribed with a name, obviously Wang Yanfeng is highly valued in his family.

  People looked at Lin Ming, wanting to know what kind of weapon he could take out. Looking at Lin Mings family background, it was unlikely that he would take out a precious artifact.

  Although it seems unfair, in Tianyun Country, the martial artists competition has always been this way. You cant let others change their weapons at will, thats definitely not something theyre used to.

  Family background has always been a part of ones strength, saying that weapons are unfair, then the rapid growth in cultivation brought about by elixirs is naturally also unfair, it is impossible to let warriors not use the cultivation brought about by elixirs when competing with each other.

  So Lin Ming could only swallow this loss.

  "This Lin Ming, probably doesnt have a good weapon."

  "Hmm, theres no way around it. A precious artifact costs several thousand taels of silver, and ordinary people cant afford it. I just hope Lin Ming doesnt bring out a piece of equipment thats too inferior, or hell be cut down by someone with one sword strike, and then the fight will be over."

  As people were talking, Lin Ming took out his weapon, which was the deboning knife he had been using to cut bones and meat at Daming Xuan.

  At the sight of this knife, peoples eyes widened in surprise - isnt this a... slaughter pig knife?

  Although I had expected that Lin Ming didnt have a good weapon, I hadnt thought that his weapon would be so inferior. The length was only one foot. As the saying goes, "one inch longer is one inch stronger". This one-foot-long bone-picking knife was at a great disadvantage compared to a three-foot-long sword. And how sturdy could a butchers knife be? It might even be cut off by the opponents sword in one slash, so how could he fight?

  Wang Yanfeng saw the deboning knife and burst out laughing, "Youre going to use this to compete with me? Is this a pig-killing knife? You really are stupid!"

  Lin Ming was slightly surprised and said: "I didnt expect you to know so much, this is indeed a pig-killing knife, I usually use it to kill pigs, and today Ill kill you with it."

  Lin Ming made a veiled insult, calling Wang Yanfeng a pig, which enraged him, "Youre courting death!"

  Lin Ming slowly walked onto the martial arena, but in fact, from the moment Wang Yanfeng drew his sword, he had already begun to observe this sword using the power of the Inscription Masters soul. As for treasured artifacts and inscriptions, Lin Ming was an expert.

  Wang Yanfengs treasure looked impressive, but in Lin Mings eyes, it was only average. The inscription on the treasure was even more unimpressive to Lin Ming. All inscription masters have a technique for observing artifacts, which allows them to use their soul force to penetrate the artifact and judge its quality. Lin Ming had learned from an unknown senior of the Divine Realm, so he also had his own technique for observing artifacts. Although he had only studied it briefly, it was more than enough to examine Wang Yanfengs sword.

  The treasure indeed greatly enhances a warriors combat power, but Wang Yanfeng has just entered the third stage of body training and hasnt undergone bone tempering, so he can only exert a limited effect with the treasure. Lin Ming wasnt worried in the slightest.

  Of course, even if Wang Yanfeng couldnt wield the swords power, Lin Mings bone-cutting knife wouldnt be able to withstand a single slash from Wang Yanfeng. Although this knife was also considered a good one, it was after all just an ordinary iron knife forged by a common craftsman.

  But to Lin Ming, this was fundamentally meaningless. Lin Ming wasnt someone who relied on a knife to attack; he relied on his own fists. The Chaotic Dance of the Fist was an unparalleled body refinement technique that was extremely masculine and strong. The practitioners skeleton and muscles were their best weapons!

  With Lin Mings martial arts cultivation at the peak of the second stage, his fist strength reached 1,700 kilograms. One punch could penetrate a thick iron tree trunk that was as wide as two men embracing each other. If this punch were to land on a person, even a master who had cultivated the Easy tendon and Hard bone technique might not be able to withstand it!