“Alright, I’ll give it a try,” Lin Yun nodded.
With only a few left, he’d have to go eventually.
With that, Lin Yun charged toward the arena.
“Lin Yun’s up!”
“This guy’s always pulling off miracles. Wonder if he’ll make it this time.”
The immortals at the starting point turned their eyes to Lin Yun.
Those who’d failed earlier lingered, some curious to see who else could pass, others unwilling to leave and hoping to try again.
“Given his realm and strength, the second arena’s a stretch, but he’ll definitely clear the first.”
“Not necessarily. I think he might reach the third, though whether he can win is another question.”
Yuan Qing from the Xingwu Empire sneered, “Him, reach the third arena? I only made it that far. Does he think he’s on my level?”
Many immortals nodded quietly.
“Lin Yun’s ranked sixty-fifth on the Heavenly God List, but his actual strength might be closer to the fifties. He may not pass the second arena, but at best, he could reach the third and fail there. That’s his limit. He won’t pass this trial.”
They speculated.
Since even Yuan Qing couldn’t clear the third stage, Lin Yun’s outcome seemed predictable.
The only debate was whether he’d fall at the second or third arena.
“He’s already passed the first and reached the second!” an immortal shouted.
On the arena.
After reaching the first arena, Lin Yun wasted no time, attacking while rushing toward the second, avoiding prolonged engagement with the first opponent.
Now, he’d reached the second arena.
“Such a young fellow.”
The long-haired man with the short sword on the second arena glanced at Lin Yun, remarking with a sigh.
Clearly, he’d seen through Lin Yun’s age.
With a flick of his short sword, he launched a deceptively light but profoundly powerful attack.
“You can’t stop me!”
Lin Yun’s voice boomed with confidence as his treasured sword lashed out.
Shadow Sword Art, Eleventh Form!
The power of his late-stage Chaos Body erupted, blending divine sense and profound techniques into one strike.
Boom!
A fierce clash reverberated across the arena.
“Again!”
Lin Yun twisted his sword, striking proactively.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Explosive collisions broke out.
At the starting point.
“Huh? The second arena opponent’s strength seems weaker. Is it because of Lin Yun’s age?” someone exclaimed.
They’d noticed that the opponents’ strength fluctuated depending on the challenger.
Now, the opponent’s power was slightly lower than when others fought, though only by about a tenth.
“Even if the opponent’s strength is a bit lower, it looks like Lin Yun’s still struggling to win.”
“He’s only at the triple Eternal realm, after all. Among us immortals, his realm’s the lowest.”
On the arena.
The battle was intense, the opponent’s attacks ferocious, and Lin Yun was slightly on the defensive.
“Too young, and your realm’s lacking—only triple Eternal. Go back, and try again when you reach the Mahayana realm,” the long-haired man said while attacking.
“Triple Eternal is enough!”
Heaven-Shaking Hand, Ninth Turn!
Lin Yun’s palm darkened instantly, a terrifying surge emanating from it.
Based on the earlier exchange, Lin Yun had to use the Heaven-Shaking Hand to gain the upper hand.
As it unleashed, his fierce attack shook the arena.
Boom!
With their swords clashing, Lin Yun’s terrifying power poured out.
The long-haired man was forced back, staggering.
Seizing the chance, Lin Yun charged toward the third arena.
The man lunged, attacking to block Lin Yun!
“You can’t stop me!”
Heaven-Slaying Seal!
Three blood-red seals formed at Lin Yun’s chest, his body enveloped in a crimson glow, his aura surging.
With the Heaven-Slaying Seal’s power, Lin Yun struck again at the attacking man.
Boom!
The fierce clash sent the man flying backward.
Empowered by the Heaven-Slaying Seal, Lin Yun defeated him in one move.
Without hesitation, Lin Yun rushed to the third arena.
The opponent couldn’t block him in time.
“He actually reached the third arena!”
“That attack… so fierce!”
The immortals were stunned.
“With that strike’s power, even someone like Yuan Qing would be in trouble!” Gong Yi from Xiaoyao Tower said, eyes locked on the arena.
Yuan Qing, standing nearby, twitched, his face darkening.
Yet he had to admit that if Lin Yun’s strike had targeted him, it would’ve posed a grave threat, nearly impossible to counter!
This realisation sent shockwaves through Yuan Qing’s mind. How could someone stuck at the triple Eternal realm be this strong?
Not just Yuan Qing—other immortals were equally shocked.
The last they’d seen of Lin Yun’s strength was during the entry trial, when he was at the double Eternal realm.
Though he’d now reached the triple Eternal, his strength’s leap wasn’t just a matter of one realm!
In the second stage, facing the thirty-six black figures while rushing the ancient tree, Lin Yun had shown strength but hadn’t used the Heaven-Slaying Seal, nor had he unleashed such terrifying power.
Back then, everyone was focused on the black figures, paying little attention to him.
“With only the triple Eternal realm, to unleash such strength—this guy’s terrifying,” many immortals remarked.
“Can he pass the final arena?” Their curiosity grew.
