Lin Yun seized the moment—closing in fast.
His scale-clad black palm slammed the prisoner’s chest—then clawed!
Only up close could Heaven-Shaking Hand unleash its full fury—max out its menace.
*Boom!*
Palm punched through—gore splattered!
The prisoner’s claws neared Lin Yun’s skull—he’d sensed doom, aiming to trade lives!
Too late!
Heart shredded—his claws froze.
*Splurch!*
Blood sprayed—his feral snarl locked solid.
“Fighting you was a laugh—if I didn’t need to save juice for more stages, I’d have scrapped you for hours,” Lin Yun grinned, just as feral.
“You… you…”
The prisoner’s eyes bulged—locked on Lin Yun.
One thought burned.
This prim little kid—a lunatic too!
Lin Yun’s madness chilled him—pure dread!
Next tick—lights out, he crumpled, dead!
“Phew…”
“Sorted at last.”
Lin Yun exhaled long.
First time killing a legit second-turn Tribulation realm!
Cao Zheng? Beaten, not killed.
This grey-robe pushed him—threatened him!
But Lin Yun won.
Heaven-Shaking Hand—Heaven-grade secret, unreal!
Normally, only immortals wielded that tier!
Thirty-sixth stage—cleared!
Lin Yun—tied first!
Judges’ stand.
“He still won! That prisoner was nuts, but Lin Yun’s a madman too!” envoys marveled.
This fight flashed Lin Yun’s wild, fearless streak.
“He’s a beast—keeps piling on shocks, proper treasure this lad!” Hall Master He grinned.
Lin Yun’s run showcased his strengths—skills, grit, flair.
Last stage? Defense on blast.
That’s the exam’s magic—varied tests, full spectrum check.
“But this fight drained him hard—low realm, inner force can’t match Tribulation realm tanks, won’t go much further,” the white-haired envoy said.
“Getting here’s dazzling—stopping now, he’s earned bragging rights,” Liang Yuan nodded.
“Fair,” envoys agreed.
On the arena.
That fight took a chunk—piled on prior burns, how long Lin Yun could last was dicey.
“First’s locked—next, just charge, rack what I can!” Lin Yun muttered.
Pressure off—full tilt ahead.
First was his.
Quick breather—tens of seconds—gate rose.
Another metal beast.
Lin Yun slogged it out—Heaven-Shaking Hand second turn, Holy Light Silence Technique, bitter scrap—finally knocked it off the platform.
Thirty-seventh stage—win!
Hard-won—tough slog.
Post-fight, Lin Yun felt it—his run was nearing its end.
Gate opened—thirty-eighth stage—go!
An ice crystal dragonscale beast slunk out—four-five meters tall, six long, two-meter tail, dragon-like scales glinting ice-blue, radiating chill and a fierce demon saint aura.
“Real demon saint!” Lin Yun’s face twitched.
Not a true dragon—but any beast with “dragon” in its name was bad news!
Demon saint matched human Tribulation realm—and beasts were brutes, saint-tier ones a nightmare!
“Hm? A third-rank Mahayana human—me to deal with?” The beast blinked, baffled.
“Underestimate me—you’ll pay!” Lin Yun’s lip curled.
“Die!”
“Frost Dragon Breath!”
It gaped its maw.
A frigid blast roared out—like a river, swallowing Lin Yun!
The arena iced over—chill gone wild!
Lin Yun cranked inner force to fend it off—still shivered, blood sluggish.
Weaker foe? Frozen statue!
This chill slashed his strength—20-30% down!
“Some guts—third-rank Mahayana tanking that, fine, I’ll end you myself!”
It charged—claws flashing!
Heaven-Shaking Hand second turn—unleash!
Facing the onslaught, Lin Yun fired it up—five-mystery fusion, soul-sense, Taixu Power, demon bones—full blast!
Holy Light Silence Technique from 37 still ticked—half-hour span.
This late—every fight demanded max from the jump!
Too strong now!
One slip—game over.
Full throttle—sword lashed out!
*Whoosh!*
The beast dodged—sidestepped clean.
“Dodged!” Lin Yun’s face fell.
Frost slowed him—moves lagged, beast slipped his strike easy!
It counter-pounced!
Lin Yun flailed—wild sword swing to block.
*Boom!*
Half-baked defense—beast’s rush blasted him back!
“Ha—you’re mine!”
No breather—it lunged again!
