After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

One punch was thrown at Xiong Zhenyue, and another punch was smashed at the Earth-Splitting Violent Bear!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

For a moment, Lin Fengmian stood majestically on the stage, his body radiating golden light, as if a great sun was rising behind him!

The light was so dazzling that people dared not look directly at it!

The man and the bear were fiercely suppressed on the stage by his storm-like offensive, and they could only defend themselves without any power to fight back!

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned by Lin Fengmian's fierce fighting style.

"Is he... is he even human?"

"This isn't a cultivator; it's clearly a humanoid ferocious beast!"

"The Little Beast King... he really is the Little Beast King..."

Discussions arose one after another, but no one dared to say that Lin Fengmian would lose.

"roar--!"

Lin Fengmian seized the opportunity, gathered his strength, and unleashed a powerful punch at the man and the bear!

The moment that punch was thrown, a blur of light, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, exploded in the air!

The golden fist light, like the sun falling to earth, carried a world-destroying force and smashed straight towards Xiong Zhenyue and the Earth-Splitting Violent Bear!

"boom--!"

A deafening explosion!

Both the man and the bear were blasted away by the punch, flying backward and crashing heavily onto the edge of the ring!

"Cough cough cough—"

Xiong Zhenyue struggled to his feet, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at his hands; the tiger's mouth was split open, dripping with blood.

The Earth-Splitting Bear beside him lay on the ground, letting out a mournful howl, and dared not approach any further.

Xiong Zhenyue took a deep breath, stood up, and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lin Fengmian:

"Fellow Daoist's body-refining skills are truly superb. I, Old Bear, admit defeat."

Looking at this hearty and generous man, Lin Fengmian felt a sense of goodwill towards him.

Although this man had a rugged appearance, he was honest, upright, and completely different from his previous sarcastic opponents.

He returned the greeting with a clasped fist and a smile:

"Brother Xiong's boxing skills are also quite remarkable. I have benefited greatly from fighting Brother Xiong."

"Hahaha! Great!"

Xiong Zhenyue laughed heartily, his eyes full of admiration:

"When we get the chance, we'll definitely have another fight! I, Old Bear, won't lose then!"

"I'm always ready!"

Amidst laughter and cheers, the two walked off the ring side by side.

The surrounding cultivators were all astonished by this scene.

Even the favorite to win the championship was defeated by Lin Fengmian. Where exactly is this guy's bottom line?

"Near-Third-Order Body Refinement... Lin Fengmian actually broke through during the battle!"

"No, he was already a second-tier body cultivator, and now he's probably already touching the threshold of the third tier!"

"A late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator combined with a near-third-tier body cultivator, this combat power..."

"No wonder even Xiong Zhenyue was no match for him!"

Discussions rose and fell, but this time, no one dared to underestimate Lin Fengmian.

……

Lin Fengmian returned to the Hehuan Sect's rest area, sat cross-legged, and silently sensed the changes within his body.

In that battle just now, many of the meridians of the Pure Yang Holy Body were opened up, and his body tempering level actually broke through at this moment!

Although I haven't officially entered the third stage yet, I've already touched the threshold.

It was just one step away from victory.

"Not bad, not bad." Lin Fengmian was satisfied.

Just then, a clear, cold voice rang in his ear:

"Nephew Lin."

It was a message from the Red Lotus Immortal.

Lin Fengmian turned his head slightly and looked at the figure in palace attire on the high platform.

The Crimson Lotus Immortal sat regally on the high platform, her beautiful eyes fixed on him, her red lips slightly parted, but her voice could only be heard by him:

"The next opponents are all disciples of powerful and influential families in the Great Yan Dynasty."

She paused, her tone carrying a hint of warning:

"Go easy on them, don't ruin the harmony. These powerful and influential children have many connections behind them, and if we offend them too much, it will be detrimental to the Hehuan Sect."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian raised an eyebrow and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

He replied telepathically:

"Yes, Uncle-Master, I will certainly act with restraint when I make a move."

He paused, then added:

"I will absolutely not allow elders from other sects to bully my martial uncle."

Upon hearing this, True Person Honglian narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, inwardly cursing.

You little brat, how dare you flirt with me!

But she responded softly:

"Very well, then I'll wait and see how you protect it."

She was startled as soon as she finished speaking.

That sounds like she's being coquettish, doesn't it?

Red Lotus Master's cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly looked away, pretending to be watching the arena.

Lin Fengmian, however, was immediately invigorated!

Is this a chance from my stunningly beautiful senior uncle?!

He was overjoyed and couldn't wait to jump into the ring and show off his skills.

……

In the following matches, Lin Fengmian indeed became much gentler in his attacks.

He knew very well—

Fighting to the death is to establish authority!

But it would be foolish to treat everyone as an enemy.

These sons of powerful and wealthy families may one day become the Hehuan Sect's support in the Southern Region.

If we can befriend someone, we will never make enemies.

Those sons of the powerful and wealthy weren't stupid either; facing this formidable figure who could even defeat Xiong Zhenyue, none of them dared to provoke him too much.

If you can't beat them in a fight, and you don't dare to curse them, then you can only go through the motions politely.

As for the sons of the Prince of Zhennan, they were treated with the utmost courtesy.

The prince had already given instructions that we could exchange skills, but we must not offend this future prince consort!

Thus, the competitions turned into "friendly exchanges".

Lin Fengmian threw a punch, and his opponent flew backward, shouting, "Brother Lin is mighty! I admit defeat!"

Lin Fengmian kicked out, and the other party staggered back, cupping his hands and saying, "Senior Brother Lin is indeed worthy of his reputation. I humbly admit defeat."

Lin Fengmian looked at these privileged children with their "poor acting skills" and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But since they were being polite, he didn't expose them.

In this way, Lin Fengmian easily achieved an 88-game winning streak, a record that stood out from the crowd.

Meanwhile, on the other arenas—

Jian Tianyi of the Heavenly Sword Sect has achieved a sixty-three-game winning streak.

Yan Yuankui of the Netherworld Palace has achieved a 59-game winning streak.

Guangzhi, the monk of Jingang Temple, achieved a 55-game winning streak.

Li Wuhun of the Heavenly Demon Sect has achieved a 48-game winning streak.

……

As each round of competition concluded, the final result gradually became clear.

The final battle will unfold between Lin Fengmian and Jian Tianyi!

The news caused a sensation!

"The day has finally come!"

"The Little Beast King versus the Sword Saint! This is absolutely the most exciting battle of this tournament!"

Who do you think will win?

"Of course it's the Sword Saint! He's the strongest sword genius in the Heavenly Sword Sect in a hundred years. His sword intent has already reached a minor level of mastery, and he could take that step to advance to the Golden Core stage at any time!"

"Exactly! Lin Fengmian is powerful, but he's only at the late Foundation Establishment stage; the difference in their cultivation levels is undeniable!"

"I don't think so! Lin Fengmian could even defeat Xiong Zhenyue; he didn't earn that title of Little Beast King for nothing!"

"Tch, that's because Xiong Zhenyue wasn't using his full strength! The Sword Saint is different; his Sword Domain is already in its nascent stage, and the life and death of those who enter it are in his control!"