Lin Yun regained his calm and did not look further at Mo Bai. He walked straight towards Zou Dongsheng and An Yun.
In the battle just now against the Wu patriarch, Lin Yun actually had many other techniques he could have chosen.
For example, instead of finally erupting his divine veins, he could have used the fivefold Cangxuan from the Cangxuan Secret Scripture and still crushed the opponent.
Or he could have unleashed all the dragon clan techniques such as Divine Dragon Claw, which would have worked just as well.
However, Lin Yun had reservations about using these techniques.
The Cangxuan Secret Scripture was, after all, a technique from the Heavenly Fire Divine Hall. Although it was hard to recognise when used, and outsiders would certainly find it difficult to detect, the elders from the Heavenly Fire Divine Hall sitting below were very familiar with it and might possibly spot it.
As for dragon clan techniques like Divine Dragon Claw, if Lin Yun used them, Elder Li from the Heavenly Fire Divine Hall could similarly recognise them, since Lin Yun had used such techniques before while in the Heavenly Fire Divine Hall.
And Mo Bai could also recognise Lin Yun’s dragon clan techniques.
This was one of the things troubling Lin Yun. If the Pinnacle Competition progressed further and he encountered a strong opponent, should he use these techniques or not?
Using them carried the risk of exposing his identity, while not using them meant directly losing several powerful options.
The second round of matches continued without pause until just past two in the afternoon, when the second round finally concluded.
The top 141 contestants had successfully emerged.
Next came the round of 141 advancing to 71, with one person drawing a bye to advance directly.
Since there was still time, this third round was held that very afternoon.
All 141 who had advanced from the second round gathered below the arena to draw lots.
This time, Lin Yun once again drew the patriarch of a major clan.
After the draw, the third round began immediately.
This third round had one particular highlight: the contestant from the Dao Alliance’s White Mist Tower had been drawn against the one from the six major forces’ Star Poison Sect.
These two top forces were meeting in advance, meaning one of them was destined to be eliminated in this round.
At three in the afternoon, the third round of the Pinnacle Competition officially started.
As match after match progressed, it was soon approaching four o’clock when it was Lin Yun’s turn.
On the arena.
Lin Yun and the patriarch named Jin Yangbo stood facing each other.
“Fellow Daoist, please… please show mercy.” Patriarch Jin Yangbo’s face showed some apprehension.
He had witnessed the entire morning scene where Lin Yun fought the Wu patriarch, so he naturally had a deep impression of Lin Yun.
After drawing Lin Yun in the lots, he had felt uneasy inside. Once the draw was over, he had even specially gone to the Wu family to inquire and learned that the Wu family did not know this person who used the Daoist title Beichen at all.
This frightened him even more.
In a situation where they were complete strangers, Lin Yun had directly crippled the Wu patriarch’s dantian. How could he not be afraid? What if Lin Yun crippled his dantian too?
Should he simply admit defeat and forfeit? Surrendering without a fight in such a grand competition, with so many people watching below, how could he continue as patriarch if word got out?
“The arena is ruthless. To advance, I must win. But rest assured, I will only defeat you. I will not cripple you.” Lin Yun said.
As soon as his words fell, Lin Yun made the first move.
After several exchanges, Lin Yun erupted and knocked him off the arena.
This Patriarch Jin Yangbo’s strength was even slightly greater than the Wu patriarch’s, but only slightly. Against Lin Yun, he simply could not win.
Lin Yun kept his promise and only knocked him off the arena without seriously injuring him.
After defeating this opponent, Lin Yun advanced to the top 71.
Such a record once again sparked some discussion at the scene.
The name of his Daoist title, Beichen, was also starting to become well-known.
Anyone who could advance into the top hundred in the Pinnacle Competition was considered an outstanding figure among those in the Harmony Realm, enough to have their name remembered by the world.
Half an hour later, the long-awaited match between the White Mist Tower elder and the Star Poison Sect elder finally arrived.
Even before the two stepped onto the stage, the scene was already buzzing with heated discussion.
After all, these top forces were all strong contenders for the championship. Meeting early meant one was destined to be eliminated.
Lin Yun also grew interested and looked curiously at the arena, wanting to see what kind of strength these contestants from the top forces could ultimately display.
Although in the previous rounds Lin Yun had been able to watch the fights of contestants from these top forces.
In those earlier battles, however, the contestants from the top forces had not encountered any real opponents. They had all easily crushed their foes, so they had not displayed their true strength.
