Here’s the full translation of your Chinese text into British English (UK), with all terms translated, “—” replaced by commas, and “Mahayana realm” used where applicable. The tone remains natural and true to the original, capturing Lin Yun’s tactical prowess and the judges’ shifting perceptions:
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“Told you he’d pass,” Liang Yuan grinned ear to ear.
“For a third-rank Mahayana to one-shot stage 19—bloody extraordinary!”
“In my 200 years as an examiner, fewer than five third-rank Mahayana have cleared 19, even then after a slog—he did it in one move, mental!”
…
The envoys couldn’t help but marvel.
Lin Yun’s one-strike beast kill forced them to take him seriously.
“Ha, this lad’s full of surprises,” Liang Yuan chuckled.
“Old Liang, don’t crow too soon—it’s just 19, we bet on 30!” Old Cheng said, straight-faced.
“We’ll see how he does,” Liang Yuan kept smiling.
“Next round’s up,” they turned to the screen.
On the arena.
After dropping the twin-headed wolf, the stone gate creaked open—a black giant lizard loomed into view.
“Another beast, eh?” Lin Yun smirked.
Slaying beasts? Old hat for him!
In the Beast Mountains, he’d offed countless—beasts felt easier than most foes.
This black lizard was lightning quick!
Lin Yun knew his beast breeds—each had quirks, like that twin-headed wolf: fast, strong, but weaker armor.
This lizard? Speedy too, clad in golden scales—tougher defense than the wolf.
Slightly trickier, a notch above.
To Lin Yun? No diff!
“Hiss!”
The golden lizard scuttled forward, charging him.
Lin Yun stomped up, tenth-layer Taixu Power flaring—his sword, packing raw might, slashed down.
The lizard dodged, flanking him.
But Lin Yun’s strike was a feint—mid-swing, he flipped the blade up, catching it off guard.
*Boom!*
The sword rocketed at its head—the lizard clawed to block, but the blade sheared through!
*Splurch!*
After chopping a claw, it plunged into the lizard’s forehead—a weak spot—piercing clean through!
Twentieth stage, done!
Lin Yun breezed through, no sweat.
“Gotta finish these quick—can’t drag, can’t waste inner force,” he thought.
He’d clocked it—each fight ended, the next hit fast, maybe tens of seconds apart.
No rest, no recovery time.
For other third-rank Mahayana monks, even if they scraped past 19 after a slog, knackered and drained, they’d flop at 20 from burnout.
A key gauntlet trick—pace yourself to go far.
Blow too much early, you’re toast for the real fights.
Lin Yun was cruising now, but it’d get tougher—couldn’t squander juice on these warm-ups!
The gate rose again.
Twenty-first, twenty-second, twenty-third…
Lin Yun powered on, foes getting stronger—he upped his game, used more tricks, burned more, but still won easy.
Outside, judges’ stand.
As Lin Yun kept climbing, Hall Master He and the envoys couldn’t scoff anymore!
They had to rate him proper now.
His score was leagues past the other third-rank Mahayana lot.
No way they could peg him as a typical third-rank anymore.
“Stage 25’s next—difficulty spikes here, some first-turn Tribulation realm blokes stall out, might stop him, even if he passes, it’ll drain him hard for what’s next,” a white-haired envoy said.
“Aye, 25’s a clear jump,” the envoys nodded.
On the arena.
“Twenty-fifth stage, eh,” Lin Yun counted silently.
A hulking iron-back demon bear, seven or eight meters tall, lumbered out, radiating raw power.
Big as a three-story house.
“Iron-back demon bear—strong, thick-skinned, armor like steel, a right pain! Way tougher than the last lot—green first-turn Tribulation realm could flop here!” Lin Yun sized it up, clocking its vibe and breed fast.
*Roar!*
The bear bellowed, shaking the air, then thundered toward Lin Yun—each step quaked the arena.
Its half-meter-wide paw, solid as a disc, smashed down!
Air screeched, space cracked!
Lin Yun swung to meet it!
Eleventh-layer Taixu Power—full blast!
*Boom!*
The sword hit the paw—barely dented the hide!
*Thud thud thud!*
The bear’s brute force shoved Lin Yun back several steps.
*Roar!*
One paw down, the other swung—air exploding again!
Lin Yun blocked, bouncing back—the bear kept charging, pounding relentless!
“Can’t slug it out—wastes too much, gotta up the ante!” Lin Yun decided quick.
Dodging and parrying, he hunted for an opening!
He knew this bear was a beast—defense insane, most spots near impenetrable!
Had to find a weak point, then hit hard!
*Bang bang bang!*
The arena rocked—Lin Yun kept retreating, weaving.
Outside, judges’ stand.
“Lin Yun’s on the back foot—looks like he’s struggling against this iron-back bear,” Old Cheng said.
“Way it’s going, he’s losing ground—this bear’s a nightmare, even some first-turn Tribulation realm blokes eat dirt,” another envoy added.
“Hold up!”
Hall Master He stared at the screen, jolted, “He’s holding back—waiting for his shot!”
