He believed his teacher would never harm him, nor Lin Muxue. There must be a reason behind everything.
On the opposite side of the arena, Lin Che glanced at Lin Muxue.
At the same moment, she looked at him too.
Their eyes met briefly, then both of them quickly looked away.
Chen Yifeng noticed that Lin Che had ignored him, and a trace of annoyance flashed across his face.
As the strongest disciple of the younger generation, he was always the center of attention wherever he went. Yet this "useless" Lin Che dared to ignore him.
"Lin Che," Chen Yifeng said loudly, "don't blame me for not warning you. I won't hold back today! This is not only my promotion battle, but also a fight for justice for all disciples!"
His righteous tone immediately stirred the crowd.
The disciples on the stands erupted in cheers, many of them shouting for Lin Che to be defeated.
Some female disciples looked at Chen Yifeng with admiration, as if he were the hero they had always dreamed of.
Lin Che simply replied indifferently, "Whatever."
He had no interest in arguing.
At this moment, his mind was still occupied with Lin Muxue's gaze.
Chen Yifeng sneered.
"Then let's begin!"
A flash of light appeared in his hand, and a cold, gleaming sword materialized.
The blade emitted a chilling aura as he held it tightly. Clearly, his sword mastery was exceptional.
The peak of the Yi Jin Realm erupted from his body, shaking the entire arena with overwhelming pressure.
Lin Che's robes fluttered in the wind as he activated his cultivation technique. A soft white moonlight began to circulate around him.
Chen Yifeng was a powerful opponent.
Lin Che did not dare underestimate him.
He drew his longsword from his spatial ring.
The moment he held it, an invisible Sword Intent began to spread.
Lin Tianran narrowed his eyes slightly from the stands.
He knew Lin Che's sword skills better than anyone.
And yet this Sword Intent… was far stronger than anything Lin Che had ever shown before.
How could he have reached this level in just a single day?
Sword Intent was not something easily formed. It required deep comprehension and willpower.
Even Lin Tianran could not explain it.
The referee was also stunned.
Such Sword Intent should not belong to a Qi Refining Realm disciple.
Meanwhile, on the rooftop of a distant building…
Yu Shiqian sat calmly, watching the battle with a bored expression.
Behind her stood a towering man like a small mountain.
"Lord Yu," he said respectfully, "most of Yulin City's experts are here. If even you cannot sense the Fenghuang Realm presence, then perhaps he is not here."
Yu Shiqian shook her head.
"The Painting Sage is a master of spirit arrays. If he hides his aura deliberately, even I cannot detect him."
The man sighed.
"We were given too little information. If he does not act, this mission is impossible."
Yu Shiqian smiled faintly.
"He will act."
Her gaze returned to the arena.
That boy from last night… the one who held her hand in the cave.
His presence still felt strangely familiar.
On the arena, the battle between Lin Che and Chen Yifeng reached its peak.
Chen Yifeng's blade techniques were fierce and relentless. Every strike shook the stage itself.
Cracks began to spread across the arena floor.
Yet Lin Che remained calm.
He used only basic sword techniques, without any advanced moves.
And yet every strike was flawless.
It was as if the sword in his hand had a life of its own.
Lin Tianran nodded slightly from his seat.
But deep in his heart, confusion remained.
That Sword Intent… was not something Lin Che should be capable of.
Chen Yifeng grew increasingly frustrated.
"Impossible! How are you blocking everything?!"
If this continued, his spiritual energy would be completely exhausted.
"Take this!"
He gathered all his power into a single strike.
His sword expanded in aura, extending several meters, carrying overwhelming pressure.
He leapt into the air and slashed down with full force.
The attack alone was enough to silence the entire arena.
Even spectators at the front felt suffocated by its power.
Lin Muxue tightened her grip, staring at the stage.
Could Lin Che survive this?
She did not know why she was worried.
After all, she had been treated unfairly for years because of him.
Yet she could not take her eyes off the battle.
The blade descended like a mountain.
Lin Che responded with a simple sword strike.
No technique.
No special move.
Just pure, direct power.
BOOM!
The entire arena exploded in dust and shockwaves.
Elder Referee instantly rushed forward, fearing both disciples had been killed.
A gust of wind cleared the dust.
What appeared stunned everyone.
Chen Yifeng lay on the ground, blood at the corner of his mouth, his sword shattered in his hand.
Lin Che stood completely unharmed.
No emotion on his face.
No sign of victory.
Only calmness.
Lin Che exhaled inwardly.
So this is the power of the Crimson Moon Divine Descent Technique…
Even basic sword strikes could match high-tier martial skills.
He looked toward Lin Tianran.
His teacher simply nodded.
But that only deepened Lin Che's confusion.
Just what was he hiding?
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