When I stopped licking, the lady panicked.

The martial arts competition uses a promotion system. The winners can advance to the next round until the last two are selected to fight in the final arena. The winners are the victors of this martial arts competition.

The winner of the martial arts tournament will receive a fourth-grade elixir – the Heavenly Lotus Snow Soul Pill.

Moreover, they could receive rewards from the imperial court and have the opportunity to meet the emperor.

Although Lin Xuan was not interested in the Saint, the Heavenly Lotus Snow Soul Pill was something he needed.

To be precise, it's what Dragon Butterfly needs.

Soon, the conference officially began.

The first match was between Lin Xuan and a man who had just come of age.

Everyone eagerly awaited the news, curious about the true strength of Lin Xuan, the heir of the Prince of Zhenbei.

Some people believe that Lin Jiangxian is a perfect example of a tiger father begetting a dog son; since he is so capable, Lin Xuan must be just as good.

However, some people believe that Lin Xuan is just a spoiled brat, a good-for-nothing, and a second-generation rich kid.

Faced with their discussions, Lin Xuan did not say a word, but stood silently on the stage, looking at the strong-looking man opposite him.

The man assumed a fighting stance, and his cultivation level instantly erupted.

Mid-stage of the Spirit Profound Realm.

Looking at the man in front of him, Lin Xuan nodded, thinking to himself: It's quite impressive that he can break through to the mid-stage of the Spirit Profound Realm at such a young age.

Given time, he will surely achieve great things!

Unfortunately, this martial arts competition is particularly complex, and he is destined not to make any waves.

Faced with his opponent's intense fighting spirit, Lin Xuan did not take a stance to meet the enemy. Instead, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he slowly sat cross-legged on the arena.

This scene left everyone present stunned.

Even Xun Fu was dumbfounded, not knowing what Lin Xuan was up to.

"What is he doing? Why did he sit down?"

"Is this all the refinement the heir of the Prince of Zhenbei has?"

"This is a martial arts competition, not your home!"

People in the audience expressed their dissatisfaction, and some even threw eggs and vegetable scraps onto the stage.

Lin Xuan remained expressionless, casually tilting his head, which conveniently dodged all the eggs and vegetable scraps that were about to hit him.

Seeing that Lin Xuan was so disrespectful, the man opposite him was instantly enraged and shouted, "Young Master Lin, although I am not a powerful figure, I still have the dignity of a martial artist. If you treat me with such contempt, don't blame me for being rude!"

After saying that, he rushed towards Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan looked at him expressionlessly and immediately used his soul power.

In an instant, Lin Xuan's voice echoed in the man's mind: "Your parents are seriously ill and bedridden, and your family is in dire need of money. You urgently need to win this martial arts tournament, sell the prizes, and use the money to treat your parents, right?"

Upon hearing this, the man suddenly stopped and looked around incredulously, as if searching for the speaker's location.

"I can give you some money, and you don't need to fight anymore. Just admit defeat and step down. You can continue to participate in the martial arts competition next year. At the same time, you can use the money I give you to treat your parents' illnesses. It's a win-win situation, isn't it?"

The man looked around in surprise, searching for the speaker. Finally, his gaze landed on Lin Xuan across from him.

"You're giving me money to admit defeat?" the man frowned.

Lin Xuan nodded and said, "This martial arts competition is very complicated; you can't win."

"I made you admit defeat and step down in order to protect you. Otherwise, you would only become a victim of power struggles."

"Those old foxes in the imperial court are all ruthless and heartless; the winner of this martial arts competition has already been decided in advance."

"You get the money, you don't need to do anything, you won't get hurt, and you can even get medical treatment for your parents. Isn't that great?"

The man looked solemn, lowered his head, and began to ponder.

"What happened? Why did you stop fighting?"

"I don't know, could it be that person was afraid of being scammed?"

The people in the audience were all talking about it, not understanding what had happened.

After all, Lin Xuan's communication with the man took place entirely within his sea of ​​consciousness, and no one else could hear it.

"Are you telling the truth?" the man asked.

Lin Xuan said, "Of course it's true. I, Lin Xuan, have always kept my word."

After hesitating for a moment, the man said, "Okay, I promise you."

"Okay, you can admit defeat and step down from the stage. Wait for me outside the arena, and I will give you a token. You can take the token to the Lin residence to collect your money," Lin Xuan said.

The man nodded, withdrew his true energy, raised his hand and shouted, "Young Master Lin is indeed powerful. With just his aura, I was unable to straighten my back or even circulate my qi. I have lost."

After speaking, the man turned and left the stage.

This poor acting left the audience speechless.

Even Su Xin, who was in charge of supervision, looked bewildered.

What's going on? They haven't even started fighting yet, how come they've already given up?

"What's going on? What are you doing?!"

"Are you kidding me? This martial arts competition is being treated like a children's game!"

The people in the audience shouted to express their dissatisfaction.

Lin Xuan completely ignored them, put his hands in his pockets, and walked off the stage.

Seeing this scene from not far away, Yun Zhenting frowned deeply.

"What's going on?" Yun Zhenting asked, puzzled.

He had originally intended to take this opportunity to probe Lin Xuan's abilities, but in the end, the two of them didn't even fight.

Xiao Zhan chimed in, "Could it be that the man was afraid Lin Xuan would retaliate against him after this?"

Yun Zhenting narrowed his eyes, remaining noncommittal.

The following matches were all real battles, and the scenes were extremely intense.

The audience below the stage were thrilled by the battle scenes and cheered with raised fists.

However, these spectacular battles always came to an abrupt end when it came to Lin Xuan's turn.

Almost every battle Lin Xuan fought had the same result: his opponent forfeited, and Lin Xuan won without even lifting a finger.

This infuriated Yun Zhenting, Xiao Zhan, and everyone else in the audience.

"Get off! Get off!"

"You piece of trash, you dare participate in the martial arts tournament? Get out!"

The people below the stage roared wildly, some throwing things, others hurling insults.

But no matter what they said, Lin Xuan remained unfazed and walked off the stage with ease.

Unlike their anger, Ouyang Chengdu stared at Lin Xuan with a solemn expression, then looked at Yun Zhenting and Xiao Zhan, and then at Yun Xiao, whose eyes were filled with fierce light.

"Although this move is a bit shameless, I have to say it's very clever," Ouyang Chengdu said.

"That damn Lin Xuan, he's got such damn good luck!" Xiao Zhan was so angry that his face turned red.

"Your Highness, rest assured, the next match will be my turn to fight him, and I will definitely make sure that Lin Xuan is no longer so smug!"

Xiao Zhan nodded and said, "Give him a good beating, humiliate him! I want to make him lose face in front of the whole city! I want him to never be able to hold his head up high again in Qingzhou City! No matter which way he stands!"

"Yes, sir!"