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The magnetic voice rang out again, tinged with a hint of languor and casualness:

"It seems that Xiao Ye or Xia Yu have already told you."

As he spoke, he emerged from the shadows.

A middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance appeared in front of Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan couldn't think of any other word to describe him besides "ordinary".

He looked to be in his forties, with an average appearance and a plump figure, even sporting a large beer belly.

The most ridiculous thing is that his sparse hair was obviously carefully styled.

But it still couldn't cover his bald head.

He was wearing a gray jacket and the kind of sneakers you buy at roadside stalls.

If you threw yourself into a crowd, you'd definitely be the most inconspicuous one.

If it weren't for that intricate formation he just used, Lin Xuan would have definitely thought this was just a middle-aged, greasy guy passing by.

"I won't waste any more words."

The middle-aged man had his hands in his pockets and spoke casually.

"You passed the first test, and very well! There are two more tests to go. Once you pass them, you can join the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance."

"Good luck."

After saying that, he took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

The firelight shone in the darkness, illuminating his unremarkable face.

He took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, the smoke spreading in the air. It was clear that he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Xiao Jin, go ahead."

He exhaled a smoke ring and spoke calmly.

"This kid is different from the intelligence; he's a third-tier cultivator. So... go all out."

As he spoke, Lin Xuan suddenly felt a blur before his eyes.

The environment around the three of them changed, and he found himself back in the desolate courtyard he had been in before.

What an incredibly skillful array formation!

Lin Xuan sighed inwardly.

"Yes."

A muffled sound rang out.

The sound was very low, yet it made people's eardrums tingle.

Then, another figure rushed out.

He was a burly man, wearing a short-sleeved shirt late at night, with broad shoulders, a thick back, and bulging muscles.

He looks like an iron tower.

He wasn't fast, but every step he took created a ripple of air on the ground.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The ground trembled as soon as my foot landed.

He trampled the ground, leaving shallow pits and sending pebbles flying.

This person is very heavy!

This was Lin Xuan's first reaction.

Each step slammed heavily onto the ground.

His eyes sharpened, and his fighting spirit surged.

Then... let's go!

At this moment, his body was trembling slightly.

But this is not fear.

On the contrary, he was excited!

After becoming a "heretical practitioner," he increasingly desired to fight people.

I often feel like I have nowhere to vent my energy.

The feeling of each punch landing on flesh, the thrill of being between life and death, made his blood boil.

Especially after breaking through to the third level of Qi Refining, he felt that every cell in his body was yearning for it.

I crave this kind of battle between my own kind!

Lin Xuan also rushed out.

Unlike Xiao Jin on the other side, he was incredibly fast.

In the darkness, he was like a black shadow, stirring up a gust of wind.

Bang!

Lin Xuan did not choose to use his speed advantage, but instead rushed up to him and exchanged a solid punch.

The two fists collided with a dull thud, like two trucks crashing together.

The shockwave exploded between the two, crushing the surrounding weeds into the soil and sending pebbles flying everywhere.

The middle-aged man watching from the sidelines threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it.

"He does have... a brute force."

He looked at Lin Xuan, sighed, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

The first challenge is the formation you set up yourself.

This refers to the "ghost wall" experience that Lin Xuan went through.

He had thought the little guy would take at least several hours to come out.

Who knew he only took a dozen minutes.

not simple!

But you should know that Wang Dali spent a full two hours on it just two days ago!

In the end, it was through sheer hard work and perseverance that they succeeded.

"Come on, let's see how long you can last against Little Jin!"

The battle had just begun.

Xiao Jin possessed immense strength and an astonishing aura.

His moves are simple and direct, without any fancy moves; they are just the most basic straight punches, hooks, and uppercuts.

But every punch felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The force of a punch can create a whistling sound in the air.

Lin Xuan could have relied on his speed to maneuver, but he chose to confront his opponent head-on.

boom!

Another clash of punches.

Lin Xuan took three steps back, and Xiao Jin took one step back.

In terms of strength, Lin Xuan was clearly at a disadvantage.

But there was no sign of retreat in his eyes; on the contrary, his fighting spirit was even stronger.

He shook his numb arms and charged forward again.

boom! boom! boom!

Every punch landed squarely, each one a muffled thud.

Their fists kept colliding, like metal being hammered together.

Each collision caused the surrounding mist to tremble.

After several dozen strokes.

Xiao Jin became increasingly alarmed.

Because he could clearly feel that Lin Xuan's power was constantly increasing!

At first, he only needed to use 60% of his strength to suppress his opponent.

Later, seven points were needed.

He was already using 80% of his strength, but Lin Xuan was still able to exchange blows with him!

And what shocked him the most was...

Lin Xuan seemed to be imitating himself.

His punching style, his power generation techniques, and his footwork are all getting closer to his own style.

That feeling was like a sponge, frantically absorbing its own experiences.

After each punch, he could see Lin Xuan making subtle adjustments, gradually becoming more like himself.

"sharp!"

Xiao Jin said something in a low voice.

A middle-aged man leaned against the dilapidated courtyard wall, watching the battle with great interest, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"This kid's got some talent, he's got potential!!"

Soon, the two had exchanged over a hundred punches.

Lin Xuan's fist was already red and swollen, and the skin on the back of his hand was broken, oozing blood.

But he didn't care at all.

His eyes grew brighter and brighter, his blood was boiling, and his vital energy was circulating wildly.

With each collision, he felt his power increasing.

The same applies to Xiao Jin.

He hadn't encountered such an opponent in a long time.

These ancient martial arts practitioners from Jiangzhou didn't let him have a good fight!

Ye Jin is quick-witted, Xia Yu is cunning, and as for the leader Liu Bo...

He disliked being bound by formations.

But things are different now!

Wang Dali joined just two days ago.

It suits his taste perfectly!

The same applies to Lin Xuan now!

boom!

Another clash of punches.

The two of them took a few steps back at the same time, panting heavily.

Lin Xuan's chest heaved violently, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and down his cheeks.

Xiao Jin wasn't much better off; his heavy breathing sounded like a bellows, and his shoulders were heaving.

"You...are amazing!"

He said something in a low voice, his eyes showing a hint of approval and mutual appreciation.

"Cool!"

Lin Xuan let out a long sigh of relief and replied in the same way.

His arm was trembling slightly.

Xiao Jin took a deep breath and suddenly spoke:

"If you can withstand my last move, you win."