'Wow, they're going to fight on the deathmatch stage...'
'Let's go, let's go and watch...'
'Just now, it seems someone said that this person ranked 23rd in the preliminary competition and should have won all 10 matches. I'm afraid his strength is not low. I don't know what kind of strength that person has to dare to challenge him to a deathmatch...'
'The preliminary ranking doesn't mean anything. Many powerful people don't bother to fight all ten rounds, as long as they advance. With a bit of luck, even a weak person can get 23rd place...'
'That's right. I also heard that someone paid to buy a ranking in the preliminary round. It's not a big deal to lose one match in the preliminary round. Some people paid to move up to the front rankings. Maybe this person's 23rd place came this way too...'
'The challenger, I know, is Li Xintang of the Seven Injuries School. He is at the late stage of Ming Jin, and is very strong. Generally, people at the late stage of Ming Jin are no match for him. Just now, I looked at the rankings and saw that he has won eight out of ten matches, ranking 51st...'
'A strong late stage of Ming Jin fighter and a fighter with ten wins in the preliminary rounds. This is going to be a fierce battle...'
Many people around them excitedly discussed the situation as they watched.
It was a lively scene to see two people who had placed in the top 100 in the preliminary rounds fighting on the deathmatch arena so early in the morning.
'Ten wins? 23rd place in the preliminary rounds?'
Li Xintang was also slightly shocked when he heard the people around him talking as he walked towards the deathmatch arena.
That Lin Yun, his ranking in the preliminary rounds was a surprising 23rd?
This made his heart sink.
Could it be that the opponent was very strong?
However, when he thought about Lin Yun's age and heard the disdainful comments from some people, he felt relieved.
Yes, the ranking in the preliminary round is unreliable. Maybe it was just the opponent's good luck that got them their current ranking.
But still, we have to be careful.
Li Xintang thought to himself.
'Lin Yi, you have to be careful. The famous martial art of the Seven Injuries Sect is the Seven Injuries Fist. It hurts the opponent and also yourself. This martial art has low potential for future cultivation, but it has great lethality in the early stages...'
Zhang Haoran whispered to Lin Yun.
'Thanks for the reminder, Brother Haoran, I'll be careful,'
Lin Yun said with a slight smile.
That being said, Lin Yun didn't take this Li Xintang seriously. In his opinion, the other party was an insignificant figure.
A martial artist at the late stage of Ming Jin, even if he practices a powerful martial art, so what?
He can't possibly have practiced more than 200 martial arts and perfected many of them, can he?
Moreover, he is at the early stage of the dark strength realm. Generally, the strong people at the peak of the dark strength realm are not his match. If he has to worry about dealing with such a small figure, he might as well find a piece of tofu and crash into it.
In the arena of life and death.
'Once you enter the arena of life and death, you are responsible for your own life and death. Have you both made a decision?' a referee asked.
'We have decided,'
Lin Yun and Li Xintang answered at the same time.
'Good,' the referee nodded and began to exit the arena.
'Lin Yixia, right? A martial artist from a small place, you dare to come to the Martial Arts Conference and want to join my Qishangmen. Today, I will let you know that people like you are only worthy of staying in a small place...' Li Xintang looked at Lin Yun and said with a cold smile.
'I advise you to say less,' Lin Yun shook his head.
'Huh?' Li Xintang was stunned.
'Otherwise, I'm afraid that later on, you will be even more humiliated,' Lin Yun said indifferently.
'Yesterday, I promised the Grandmaster that I would only cripple one of your arms. Now, you can choose which arm you want to keep,' Lin Yun continued after a pause.
'What? You promised the Grandmaster that you would only cripple one of my arms?' Li Xintang laughed angrily.
Even a martial artist at the pinnacle of Ming Jin would not dare say that he could cripple one of his arms, would he?
'What a big mouth, let me see what strength you have, how dare you say such big words.' The next moment, Li Xintang shouted angrily, quickly flashing towards Lin Yun, while at the same time punching Lin Yun in the chest.
'Haha, what an arrogant young man...'
'This young man has said too much. A late stage of Ming Jin realm martial artist, or a late stage of Ming Jin martial artist from the Seven Injuries Gate, is not that easy to deal with...'
'Just now, he said something good. The more he talks, the more embarrassing it is. Now, he's talking so much, if he loses in the end, he'll lose big time...'
Just as Lin Yun's voice fell, some people shook their heads.
'Since you don't choose, I'll waste your arm...' However, before they could finish speaking, Lin Yun spoke again, and at the same time, Lin Yun took a step towards Li Xintang.
He arrived last but his actions were the first to be seen. Lin Yun seized Li Xintang's outstretched arm in one fell swoop, and the next moment, Lin Yun turned his palm.
'What!'
As soon as Lin Yun took a step and extended his palm, Li Xintang's face changed drastically, and he let out a startled cry.
At this moment, he was filled with panic.
As the saying goes, when an expert makes a move, you know whether they are any good or not.
Lin Yun had only taken a step and extended his hand, and he knew that Lin Yun's strength was very powerful. He was going to fail this time.
He tried his best to dodge, but his arm could not avoid Lin Yun's outstretched palm.
His mood sank again.
At this moment, he had a trace of regret, but his inner pride made him unable to say anything to repent or beg for mercy.
'Crack!'
The next moment, a sound of bone dislocation came from Li Xintang's arm.
Fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain in the arm was no less.
'Ahhh...'
Li Xintang immediately screamed in pain.
'Bang...'
At the same time, Lin Yun sent Li Xintang's body forward, and then slapped Li Xintang's chest with his palm, sending Li Xintang flying backwards off the stage and crashing to the ground.
From the moment Li Xintang made his move to the moment he crashed to the ground, it was no more than two or three seconds.
The stage of life and death came to an abrupt end.
Lin Yun turned around and walked off the stage.
'What?'
'A martial artist at the late stage of Ming Jin, and he just lost like that?'
'He wasn't even a match for him?'
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'Brother Lin Yi, you defeated your enemy with one move, you're amazing...'
Zhang Haoran said excitedly, walking quickly towards Lin Yun.
'I can't tell the strength of this person, his moves are too clever, and his grasp of the battle situation is very powerful, whether it's that step or that grab, he's got all the timing just right...'
'Interesting, I didn't expect that such a young master would appear at this Martial Arts Conference...'
'This time, he won't be able to win a top ranking. He's still young, and no matter how strong he is, he can't have reached the dark strength level yet. The next Martial Arts Tournament will be his stage...'
'He hasn't reached the dark strength level yet. I didn't see him use any dark strength...'
From a distance, on a high place, some young people watched this scene from afar, and they all smiled faintly.