Wang Luo propped himself up, crawling to his feet, the wound on his chest was drenched in blood. The gash inflicted by Lin Yun’s Venomous Grudge Sword had caused the venom to erupt within his body, affecting him even more severely!
“Have I lost? I haven’t lost yet!” Wang Luo said, filled with unwillingness.
As his words fell, Wang Luo raised his spear.
“Take this!”
Despite his serious injuries, Wang Luo swung his spear once more, charging at Lin Yun.
Such an attack caused the wound on his chest to tear open further, blood gushing out, but Wang Luo paid no heed to it.
Seeing this, Lin Yun swiftly dodged to the side.
Due to his injuries and the venom raging inside him, Wang Luo’s attack speed had slowed considerably, its power greatly diminished as well, allowing Lin Yun to evade it with ease.
“Wang Luo, I respect you as a true man, I don’t want to hurt you further, let’s end this,” Lin Yun said.
“I told you, I haven’t lost! I haven’t lost!!!” Wang Luo roared like a wounded lion, as if he had descended into madness.
Gritting his teeth, Wang Luo continued to swing his spear, lunging at Lin Yun.
Clearly, he refused to accept defeat so easily!
Lin Yun dodged to the side once again, seizing the opportunity, his sword flashed out swiftly, slashing towards Wang Luo’s neck!
Though the inner strength in Lin Yun’s body was nearly depleted, making it difficult to unleash a major killing move, he could still manage a standard attack.
“No!”
Wang Luo’s expression changed drastically, a suffocating sense of death enveloping him in an instant.
Whoosh!
When Lin Yun’s sword reached Wang Luo’s neck, it stopped, hovering just in front of it.
Sweat beaded densely on Wang Luo’s forehead, his face deathly pale.
He knew that if Lin Yun hadn’t halted his sword, he’d likely be finished!
Moments ago, his mind had overheated, plunging him into a frenzy, attacking recklessly without considering the consequences of missing his mark, he had made a rookie mistake!
The fear of death snapped him out of his madness in an instant!
In battle, losing one’s cool was a grave taboo, it easily exposed weaknesses to the enemy, and he had committed such a basic error, nearly costing him his life!
“Why didn’t you leave a mark on my neck?” Wang Luo asked, looking at Lin Yun.
He knew Lin Yun could have easily sliced his neck, controlling the force to severely wound him without killing him, staying within the competition’s no-kill rule.
Yet Lin Yun hadn’t done so.
“We have no grudges, the winner’s already decided, there’s no need for that,” Lin Yun replied, looking at Wang Luo.
Wang Luo’s facial muscles twitched slightly, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
“Fine, I… I’ve lost…” Wang Luo gritted his teeth, finally uttering the words.
“My thanks,” Lin Yun sheathed his sword and clasped his fists in a gesture of respect.
Wang Luo slowly raised his bloodied hands, returning the gesture to Lin Yun.
The final match officially concluded.
“In this match, Lin Yun is victorious! The champion is crowned, this year’s Wanhua Tournament laureate is named Lin Yun!” the referee’s booming voice echoed across the arena.
With the announcement of the result, the previously deathly silent crowd erupted!
Countless spectators couldn’t help but stand, gazing at the youthful figure standing tall on the stage.
Everyone understood that this young prodigy would surely become a supreme powerhouse dominating a region in the future…
Before this, who could have imagined that the Wanhua Tournament champion would be Lin Yun?
Without a doubt, from this day forward, the name Lin Yun would resound throughout the Xingwu Empire!
“Haha, champion!”
“Our Senior Brother Lin Yun is the champion!”
“The Wanhua Tournament champion belongs to our Heavenly Sword Sect!”
The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect roared in excitement, practically jumping for joy.
“Champion… champion…” The sect leader stood up, trembling uncontrollably, his emotions beyond imagination.
For their Heavenly Sword Sect to produce a Wanhua Tournament champion, what an honour!
For a disciple of a renowned sect to outshine all competitors and claim the title was almost a fantastical tale, even the strongest sect, the Soul Refining Sect, only aimed for a top-ten finish, and that was with their contestant Gao Yuan already past the age limit.
Undoubtedly, after this battle, the Heavenly Sword Sect’s reputation in the Xingwu Empire would soar to new heights!
Mo Qing gazed at Lin Yun’s figure on the stage.
“He really did it!”
Mo Qing’s eyes welled up with tears of excitement, her trembling jade hands clenched into fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh.
As for Gao Yuan, Hao Yuntian, and Gu Dong, they stood frozen, staring blankly at the stage, their faces pale.
Lin Yun’s victory struck them with such a psychological blow that it nearly suffocated them!
This man, who once wasn’t even their equal, had now risen far beyond their reach…
…
At the Wanderer’s location.
“Haha, my disciple actually won the championship! Old Dog Di, what do you have to say now?” The Wanderer stood up from his seat, laughing heartily.
“He really won…” Di Yong couldn’t help but sigh.
At the back of the Wanhua Banquet seating, a middle-aged man sat.
At this moment, his shocked gaze was fixed blankly on the stage.
This man was the governor of Anyang County in the Cangqiong Kingdom, a relatively inconspicuous guest among the countless attendees.
When Lin Yun first arrived on the cultivation continent, it was in Anyang County.
The governor had personally stepped in, attempting to recruit Lin Yun into the Cangqiong Kingdom, only to be politely declined, as Lin Yun didn’t want to limit his future stage to a mere kingdom, joining would mean pledging lifelong service to them.
After being rejected by Lin Yun, the Anyang County governor had been furious, a dignified governor personally inviting a mere third-tier deity cultivator only to be turned down?
He had boldly declared that Lin Yun would never amount to anything!
Yet now, seeing Lin Yun again at the Wanhua Banquet, Lin Yun had clearly reached heights far beyond his grasp…
At the front of the banquet.
Several Immortals also sighed deeply over Lin Yun’s victory.
“This lad, he’s truly a prodigy, even in such a perilous fight, he could stay calm, using his opponent’s attacks to improve himself.”
“To achieve that, one must maintain absolute clarity in battle, staying true to oneself, neither panicked nor impatient, which is incredibly hard when at a disadvantage, this lad’s no ordinary talent, he’s a gem.”
The other Immortals nodded, understanding the principle, it sounded simple, but to pull it off in the face of danger was extraordinarily difficult.
…
“He’s won, has he?”
The Xingwu Emperor looked at Lin Yun’s figure on the stage, his expression complex, his mind swirling with countless thoughts.
