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The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Then, as if ice had suddenly shattered, a cacophony of voices erupted.

"Who is he talking about? Class A4? Isn't he in Grade C? He skipped two grades?"

"Longye is a top-tier ruthless character in A4 platoon, how dare he?"

"Are you crazy? A seventh-level Martial Apprentice challenging a peak Martial Apprentice? Even starting over after losing all your cultivation isn't this easy!"

Qian Hao's smile froze, and he opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

Zhao Qiang's expression changed, and he whispered, "Brother Yun... is he really going to fight Long Ye?"

Gu Xiaoman stood in the crowd of Class D, clenching her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

His face was a little pale, but he didn't say anything to stop it. He just stared intently at the direction of the arena.

In the distance, in the A4 class line, when Long Ye heard his name called out, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, forming a cold and sharp arc.

This guy actually dared to challenge himself.

Fine, defeating him in public will not only restore my cousin Long Feng's reputation, but also let everyone know that the people of Longteng Martial Arts School are not to be trifled with.

Su Nianhe was quite surprised.

However, it wasn't unexpected that Lin Yun would challenge an A-level student; rather, she sensed a grudge between the two based on Long Ye's expression.

That would be interesting.

Many people in Class S also turned their attention to this.

They hadn't taken the C-level challenge seriously, but challenging an A-level opponent, two levels higher than themselves, and especially a formidable one like Long Ye, was quite interesting.

That's all. In their view, Longye has a very high chance of winning, and Lin Yun is just trying to gain attention.

Longye stepped out of the queue and walked step by step toward the arena.

His steps were much heavier than those of the ordinary trainees, making a solid, dull thud on the stone floor, each step feeling like it was stepping on people's hearts.

He stood on the opposite side of the arena, his burly figure like an iron tower, his arrogant gaze fixed on Lin Yun.

The two stood seven or eight steps apart, their eyes meeting.

"You're really brave."

Longye spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

"You dared to challenge me, going beyond the entire B-level sequence. Win or lose, you've certainly impressed me."

Lin Yun replied calmly, "What? Do you think I'm afraid to confront you in public?"

"Settle the accounts?"

Longye chuckled and cracked his knuckles as he moved them.

"I'm afraid you don't have the ability."

On the platform, Shen Tieshan glanced at the two men and confirmed in a deep voice, "Lin Yun from Class C1 is challenging Long Ye from Class A4. Is this confirmed?"

Lin Yun nodded.

Longye grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Let's begin then."

Shen Tieshan raised his hand and brought it down.

The referee next to him waved his flag in unison.

As soon as he finished speaking, Long Ye stomped his right foot on the ground, and a thin crack appeared on the stone slab of the arena, sending fragments of stone flying everywhere.

Using the recoil, he pressed forward like a cannonball, his blood and qi surging, and his right leg swept out, heading straight for Lin Yun's shinbone.

Severed dragon leg, broken shin.

The kick was fast and powerful, the sound of the wind carrying a muffled thud, as if the air itself was being torn apart.

Lin Yun used his Wind Step to slide sideways and barely avoided the attack. The wind from Lin Yun's leg brushed against Lin Yun's trouser leg, tearing a hole in the fabric with a hiss.

With his first move missing, Longye followed up with his second kick.

Dragon Leg Slam, Shattered Knee.

The low sweep turned into a high lift, and the knee struck Lin Yun's side with tremendous force, at a tricky angle that was impossible to defend against.

Lin Yun blocked with his left arm, and then unleashed a powerful punch with his right hand, the fist striking solidly on the outside of Long Ye's thigh.

A muffled thud.

Longye swayed slightly, then steadied himself, his expression unchanged, as if his punch had landed on a wooden stake.

On the other hand, Lin Yun was forced back two steps and shook his left arm, clearly indicating that Long Ye's kick was quite powerful.

Indeed, Longye had undergone nine rounds of bone tempering, making his leg bones as hard as steel.

Someone in Class C below the stage gasped.

"The Breaking Fist didn't have any effect?"

Lin Yun didn't think so.

The vibrations from his fist told him that Longye's muscles were as hard as iron, but there was a very subtle abnormality in the feedback from the joints.

For example, if the bones are too dense, the flow of qi and blood to that location will be delayed by half a beat.

Without thinking too much, he had already created distance again.

Over the next dozen or so rounds, the two quickly exchanged attacks and defenses on the ring.

Longye's Dragon Leg technique pressed relentlessly, targeting the knees, ankles, and shinbones, each kick carrying the ruthless power to cripple a person.

Lin Yun retreated while attacking, constantly countering with his Breaking Fist, each time striking the same spot three-tenths of an inch below the outside of Long Ye's right knee.

On the fourth hit, Ryūno's right leg landed with half a beat more heavily than usual.

Someone in Class A4 noticed: "Lin Yun is repeatedly hitting him in the same spot?"

Longye himself naturally noticed it as well.

He pulled his leg back, glanced down at the outside of his knee, then looked up, his expression changing from calm to a strange seriousness.

"You have a sharp eye."

He took three steps back and reached out towards the edge of the ring.

A long, black spear was tossed up from the A4 class.

The moment Longye caught the gun, his entire demeanor changed.

The fierce aura emanating from him suddenly solidified, like a lurking beast finally revealing its claws.

He practiced the Earth-rank spear technique, "Blood Nail Spear Technique".

The first nail, the throat.

The spear tip went from pointing diagonally at the ground to piercing Lin Yun's throat almost instantaneously, as if it appeared out of thin air half a foot in front of him.

Lin Yun used his Wind Step to dodge to the side, the tip of the spear grazing his chin, leaving a thin line of blood.

The wound was burning with pain, and the flow of blood and qi was somewhat sluggish near that bloodline.

Someone in the audience gasped in surprise.

The second nail, the core of which followed closely, the tip of the spear flashing a cold light that pierced straight into the heart.

This time, Lin Yun did not dodge.

He drew his sword.

Zheng.

Nine moves of the startling string technique, the string resounds!

The blade rang out clearly, striking the spear tip head-on and precisely hitting the middle of the spear shaft, deflecting the spear's momentum by three points.

Longye's eyes brightened slightly, and his spear stance changed again.

The third nail, its spine lashing out horizontally, lashed towards Lin Yun's spine like a whip.

It has a very large coverage area, making it impossible to dodge to the left or right.

Lin Yun parried with his sword, the loud clang of the blade striking his right arm making it go numb. He staggered back two steps before regaining his balance.

Qian Hao, sitting in the audience, turned pale.

"Brother Yun is getting completely dominated..."

Over the next two minutes, Longye's gunfire surged like a tidal wave, one shot after another, fast, powerful, and at tricky angles.

Lin Yun was forced to retreat repeatedly, from the center of the arena to near the edge.

He could dodge vital points, but each parry left his arm numb from the impact. The light of the Nine Styles of the Startling String flashed between the gaps in the spear shadows, barely maintaining the situation.

The murmurs from the audience grew louder.

Some say the gap is too big, others say Lin Yun hasn't practiced his swordsmanship long enough.

Lin Yun listened to a few of their words, but didn't take them to heart.

He was counting the rhythm.

The Blood Nail Gun Technique is fast, ruthless, and accurate, with almost no gaps between each shot.

However, Longye has a weakness.

The location is three inches above the outside of the knee he had been repeatedly striking, at the joint connecting the femur and hip bone.

Every punch Lin Yun landed on the outside of the knee sent shockwaves up the bone, leaving a cumulative impact on that joint.

This was the moment he had been waiting for.

As the third shot grazed his shoulder, Lin Yun stomped his right foot hard, his whole body snapping open like a taut string.

The first move of the Nine Styles of Startling Strings, "String Echo," is a strike that sends a silver thread of light slashing straight at Longye's right elbow joint.

Longye's expression changed slightly, and he was forced to lower his gun to parry.

This was the first time his rhythm had been disrupted since he started firing.

The second slash followed immediately, then the third and fourth.

Nine moves of the startling string technique, the string snaps!

Three sword beams overlapped and struck the same spot simultaneously.

Longye's right arm went numb, and his spear thrust faltered by half a beat.

Lin Yun used his Wind Step to cut into the center, and his fifth slash went diagonally upwards, the tip of the blade pressed against Long Ye's throat.