Lin Yun’s age paired with super-divine first-rank soul-sense alone was enough to make the envoy sit up!
Even the Prefecture Lord and his son Yi Cheng were floored by his strength.
Who’d have thought he’d dominate a legit first-turn Tribulation realm cultivator so hard?
“Ha, Brother Lin Yun’s a beast, pushing Cao Zheng back step by step!” Zhu Xu gawked, thrilled.
“Hero Lin Yun’s unreal!” Clan Leader Zhu beamed at the fight.
He’d missed Lin Yun’s tower showdown—this was his first real taste of Lin Yun unleashed.
“Father, Cao Zheng’s getting hammered!” Mo Yangrong’s face twisted with worry.
“Hold on, Cao Zheng’s real ace hasn’t dropped yet,” Clan Leader Mo stared at the stage, dead serious.
Mo Yangrong calmed a bit, recalling Cao Zheng’s trump card.
On the stage.
Lin Yun’s attacks crashed over Cao Zheng like a tide.
“Kid, beating me ain’t that easy!”
Cao Zheng’s words fell, his warblade’s power spiking—some strength booster kicked in.
*Boom!*
Power jacked up, he stomped hard, flipping to offense, slashing at Lin Yun!
Lin Yun didn’t flinch—his sword, brimming with might, met it head-on, blocking Cao Zheng’s strike.
*Thud thud thud!*
Even boosted, Cao Zheng staggered back.
This time, Lin Yun didn’t press.
“Cao Zheng, that little burst’s weak, got more tricks? Bring ’em out, or you’re done!” Lin Yun said.
Cao Zheng’s face flushed red, eyes blazing with unstoppable rage!
He’d bragged pre-fight—one move to end Lin Yun.
Now, battered like this, he felt humiliated.
So many watching—big names, even the Prefecture Lord eyeing this bout.
He couldn’t lose face here!
“Kid, pulling this strength at third-rank Mahayana’s a shock, probably unmatched among first-turn Tribulation realm cultivators,” Cao Zheng glared, venomous.
“Cheers,” Lin Yun brushed it off.
“But you think I’d go down that easy?” Cao Zheng’s face twisted into a feral grin.
It was downright creepy.
“Little runt, this farce ends now—forcing my real power, you won’t lose for nothing!”
His booming voice rang out, a wild surge erupting from him.
His aura skyrocketed!
Every eye locked on the stage.
When the crowd felt Cao Zheng’s vibe, they lost it!
“Second-turn Tribulation realm!”
“Blimey, Cao Zheng’s second-turn?!”
Eyes glued to him, gasps echoing everywhere.
They felt it clear—his aura screamed second-turn Tribulation realm!
“Ha, there it is—this kid’s toast!” Mo Yangrong whooped, hyped beyond measure.
Clan Leader Mo stroked his beard, grinning wide.
Why’d he bet with Lin Yun yesterday? Why were they so sure Cao Zheng would win?
They knew Cao Zheng had hit second-turn Tribulation realm!
Mo Clan had coughed up 800 Tribulation Pills to push Cao Zheng there for this exam.
That’s why he’d teamed up with them!
800 pills? No joke—66 years for Cao Zheng to condense that solo!
“What? S-second-turn Tribulation realm? He was faking first-turn before!” Zhu Xu yelped.
“Damn it! No wonder Mo was so cocky—they knew Cao Zheng was second-turn!” Clan Leader Zhu paled.
Second-turn versus first-turn? Massive leap!
Up front.
“Second-turn Tribulation realm?”
The Prefecture Lord, Yi Cheng, and the envoy gaped, stunned by Cao Zheng’s reveal.
“Lin Yun had a slim shot—now it’s gone, tsk tsk,” Yi Cheng chuckled.
“Beating a second-turn’s near impossible, shame,” the envoy sighed.
On the stage.
“Second-turn, eh? You hid it before,” Lin Yun’s gaze sharpened on Cao Zheng.
Big surprise there.
“Meant to unveil it at the national round, you forced my hand—losing’s no shame now!” Cao Zheng grinned savagely.
“Ha, Lin Yun, time’s up!”
Laughing, Cao Zheng poured inner force into his warblade, veins bulging.
He charged, blade swinging like a mountain smashing down.
*Rumble!*
Where it passed, the stage quaked, space splitting at the edge!
Second-turn unleashed, his attack power exploded.
A realm gap usually took heaps of tricks to bridge—that’s how big the boost was!
“Worthy of second-turn—brutal strike!”
“Still, now it’s got a flicker of challenge!”
Lin Yun’s eyes glinted, a wild fighting grin spreading.
He swung his Holy Spirit-grade sword, slashing out!
Mysteries—fused!
On the streaking blade, mystery vibes flared, merging fast!
Up front.
“Wind and Fire Mysteries fused—this guy knows fusion!”
The envoy locked onto Lin Yun’s sword, startled.
Mystery fusion wasn’t common.
“Wait!”
“Earth Mystery too!”
“Three-way fusion!”
“No—four… four?!”
He zeroed in—four mysteries melded on that blade!
As he reeled, a fifth flared up, fusing in a flash.
*Boom!*
The envoy shot up, eyes wide, “Five! This guy… fused five mysteries!”
