With the rise of my family, I can summon the Daoist Soldiers' Nest.

With a roar, Zhu Biao unleashed a sudden attack, his double whips whipped with a powerful gust of wind.

The left whip, like a black dragon swinging its tail, whistled as it struck Lin Ye's face. The tip of the whip cut through the air, producing a sharp, piercing whistle.

The right whip sweeps horizontally along the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, aiming straight for the lower part of the forest leaves.

With the infusion of internal energy, the two steel whips seemed to come alive, and as they were wielded, the sound of wind and thunder could be faintly heard. Their power was terrifying, and even the air around the training ground seemed to freeze.

Lin Ye's eyes narrowed, but he did not confront the enemy head-on with his longsword.

He could tell at a glance that Zhu Biao followed a pure strength path. His double whips were heavy and his movements were wide and sweeping. If he were to clash head-on with him, even if his internal strength was not weak, he would not gain the upper hand and would easily be exhausted.

He swayed, his light footwork unfolding like willow catkins in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he slipped through the gap between the two intersecting whips.

At the same time, the long sword, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, swiftly thrust out, aiming straight for Zhu Biao's vulnerable ribs.

As the representative of a second-rate lair lord's army, Zhu Biao was naturally not someone to be trifled with.

Faced with this tricky sword strike, he reacted extremely quickly, his waist suddenly sinking, his right whip dropping down, precisely blocking the sword tip.

"clang!"

With a crisp crack, sparks flew everywhere.

Although Lin Ye's sword missed its mark, the surge of internal energy caused a burst of sparks to fly where the sword tip collided with the steel whip, demonstrating the immense power of Lin Ye's attack.

Lin Ye missed his first attack and, without lingering, immediately used the momentum to retreat, employing his superhuman agility to circle around Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao brandished his double whips, protecting Lin Ye from any attack. The whips flashed, forming a dense, impenetrable net, attempting to exhaust Lin Ye's strength through defense.

However, the heavy steel whip could not keep up with Lin Ye's ghostly movements.

Lin Ye's figure flashed left and right before Zhu Biao's eyes, moving so fast that only afterimages remained.

He moved with lightning speed, thrusting out his sword and conjuring dozens of sword shadows, the sword light swirling around and enveloping Zhu Biao entirely.

The soldiers watching from the sidelines were already dazzled, unable to distinguish which sword was real and which was fake. They could only feel the flashing sword light and the chilling aura.

Sweat gradually beaded on Zhu Biao's forehead, and his breathing became rapid.

Despite the fierce attacks of the double whips, they could never touch the hem of Lin Ye's clothes.

In contrast, Lin Ye remained as leisurely as ever, his swordplay unhurried, with sharp sword beams constantly hovering around Zhu Biao's vital points, as if ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

In another round of attack and defense, Zhu Biao exerted all his strength to wield his double whips, the whip shadows as thick as mountains, barely managing to block Lin Ye's relentless offensive.

He was panting heavily as he watched Lin Ye's sword strike rise again, the cold light of the sword tip pointing straight at his throat. He knew that if the fight continued, he would surely be defeated, and might even tarnish his family's reputation.

"Brother Lin, your martial arts are superb! I concede defeat!"

Zhu Biao shouted loudly, retracted his double whips, took three steps back, and clasped his hands in a salute.

He lost this battle wholeheartedly, not only because of his martial arts skills, but also because of the unfathomable lightness skill and agility of the opponent.

On the training ground, only Lin Ye's figure, sheathing his sword, remained, along with the still-sounding exclamations of the surrounding soldiers.

Although it seemed like the two had been fighting for a long time, it actually only took a dozen or so breaths.

But in that brief moment, Zhu Biao was drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

His clothes on his chest and back had been torn in several places by Lin Ye's sword tip, revealing shallow bloodstains. Clearly, the battle just now was far more dangerous than it appeared.

Lin Ye sheathed his sword, stood with his hands clasped in a gesture of respect, and remained composed.

As Zhu Biao clasped his hands in a fist salute and retreated into the crowd, cheers erupted once again in the training ground.

Lin Ye didn't say anything more, just stood quietly in place, his expression calm and composed, displaying the unique demeanor of a master to the fullest.

After a brief period of commotion, another swordsman slowly walked onto the stage, his longsword gleaming with a blue light.

The two exchanged a glance, understanding each other without words. This battle would not be about internal strength, but only about swordsmanship and speed.

The sword light flashed, and two cold glints crossed in the air, but they never actually collided.

Lin Ye unleashed the Qingyuan Sword Sect's inherited sword technique, his sword movements light and agile, combined with his astonishingly fast strike speed, the sword shadows were like silk, continuous and endless.

Although his opponent was also a first-rate swordsman, he was unable to execute even a complete counterattack under Lin Ye's unpredictable sword techniques.

In the end, Lin Ye's sword tip skimmed across the water like a dragonfly, precisely tearing the sleeve of his opponent's right hand holding the sword, and the outcome was decided immediately.

This duel between the two swordsmen, without any direct clash of swords, was even more thrilling than the previous one, due to the extreme speed and exquisite sword techniques, which kept everyone on the edge of their seats.

Even Lin Ye had beads of sweat on his forehead, indicating that he was quite mentally exhausted.

Immediately afterwards, another swordsman strode onto the stage, his wooden sword heavy and exuding a murderous aura.

This time, neither side held back. Their inner strength surged, and their swords clashed, producing crisp clanging sounds. Each collision sparked.

The two clashed back and forth in the center of the training ground, the sounds of swords clashing echoing incessantly.

Each clash between the wooden sword and the longsword produced a loud bang, the internal force surging and stirring up the dust on the ground, forming small whirlwinds.

The soldiers watching were dumbfounded. This was no longer a contest of skills, but a pure clash of internal strength.

Lin Ye, relying on the powerful internal energy he absorbed from the blood of the Crimson Flame Dragon cub, firmly maintained the upper hand.

The Crimson Flame Dragon was a Celestial-level spirit beast, and even in its youth, its bloodline power was extraordinary.

Therefore, Lin Ye's internal strength far surpassed that of his peers when he first entered the first-class level.

Amidst the flashing blades, he repeatedly used his stronger internal force to repel his opponent's attacks. Finally, with a powerful and heavy slash, he directly broke the opponent's wooden sword in two!

Wood chips flew everywhere as the swordsman, clutching half a broken sword, retreated with a look of resentment on his face.

Lin Ye calmly sheathed his sword, his gaze sweeping across the entire arena. Inside and outside the training ground, there was complete silence. Everyone understood that this young man from the Lin family of Xiang County was not to be underestimated.

After winning three consecutive matches, Lin Ye did not linger in the fight. He knew when to stop and took the initiative to send the Crimson-Eyed Tiger Guards out of the training ground.

The prestige has already been established; continuing to challenge others will not only be useless but may also bring trouble.

This place is teeming with powerful and skilled warriors. Although I am strong, my advantage lies entirely in my agility. If I were to encounter a top-tier martial artist, or even a martial artist who has acquired their skills, that would be a completely different story.

The training ground challenge is a head-on confrontation, not a retreat. If you really encounter a strong enemy, your superb lightness skill will be of no use.

Amid cheers and chatter from the soldiers, Lin Ye, along with Liu Yun and the others, rode away slowly on the Crimson-Eyed Tiger Guards.

The crowd around the drill ground watched them go, some whispering among themselves, others looking on with awe.

The Lin family of Xiang County, a family previously unheard of in Lulong City, made a deep impression on everyone's memory for the first time.