C4 Reversal Failed

Lin Xuan had no need for formalities with Lin Hai.

Upon hearing this, Lin Hai's expression chilled, and without another word, he charged at Lin Xuan.

"Wind Palm!"

His palm strike was formidable.

Determined to give Lin Xuan a harsh lesson, Lin Hai put all his might into the blow.

Even a practitioner of Body Refining level 8 like Lin Xuan would likely struggle to withstand such an attack.

This time, he was sure to inflict serious injury on Lin Xuan!

Lin Hai thought to himself with a cold sneer.

The crowd in the square turned their focus to the unfolding confrontation.

Many disciples sensed the might of Lin Hai's palm strike, their faces betraying a hint of concern.

Most of them wouldn't have been able to endure the attack.

It appeared that even Lin Xuan might not be able to bear the brunt of it.

Eyes glued to the platform, they all watched eagerly to see how Lin Xuan would respond.

On the platform.

Lin Xuan, unfazed by the roaring wind and the explosive force of the palm, countered with a punch.

"Boulder Shattering Fist!"

His punch charged at Lin Hai with vicious force.

The onlookers gasped as Lin Xuan met Lin Hai's force head-on instead of evading.

Lin Shiyun watched the scene unfold with extreme anxiety.

Some disciples smirked with schadenfreude, eagerly anticipating Lin Xuan's downfall.

Then, in the next instant, their palms collided on the platform with a sharp crack.

Both fighters staggered back from the impact.

The outcome defied everyone's expectations.

Lin Xuan only retreated three steps before regaining his composure.

Lin Hai, however, staggered back dozens of meters, barely managing to come to a stop, his body shaking uncontrollably.

A scream then drew all eyes to him.

Blood was dripping from Lin Hai's palm; his entire right arm was fractured.

The disciples at the Martial Arts Practice Field were dumbfounded, their eyes wide with disbelief.

It took a moment for the crowd to process what had happened.

Then, a wave of astonished murmurs swept through the crowd.

The field erupted in fervent discussion.

"Is this for real? Did Lin Xuan just defeat Lin Hai with a single strike?"

"Lin Xuan is that powerful? Even Lin Hai couldn't take a single punch from him?"

"It looks like Lin Xuan has kept his true strength well hidden."

The disciples buzzed with excitement, their eyes wide with shock as they watched Lin Xuan on the stage.

None of them had anticipated Lin Xuan's victory.

And yet, Lin Xuan had taken down Lin Hai with just one punch.

The scene was almost too much for them to believe.

Among the crowd, Lin Shiyun's expression briefly stiffened, then she burst into elation.

She had feared Lin Xuan would sustain serious injuries, but instead, he had triumphed over Lin Hai, who was at the eighth level of Body Refining, while he was only at the seventh.

The unexpected outcome filled her with joy.

Meanwhile, the disciples aligned with the Head Elder and Lin Hai's followers wore expressions of embarrassment, struggling to accept the defeat. Lin Hai, one of the Lin Family's three great prodigies, had been bested so easily.

And by Lin Xuan, no less.

On the elevated platform, the Lin Family's senior members were equally astounded.

The status of the family's three prodigies had gone unchallenged for so long.

Today, Lin Hai had been felled by Lin Xuan in a single stroke, defying all expectations.

The Lin Family's Head Elder, Lin Qiyu, watched Lin Hai's dire defeat in disbelief.

Upon hearing Lin Hai's cries of pain, he snapped to attention and bellowed, "The audacity! You're both disciples of the Lin Family, yet you've inflicted such a heavy blow in a sparring match. I will discipline you!"

He then released his Qi Gathering Stage aura, poised to leap from the platform.

"Enough, Head Elder," came a calm yet authoritative voice. "This is a matter of pride among peers, and injuries are sometimes unavoidable. As an elder, it's best not to intervene."

At once, Lin Qiyu's aura was quelled, and he found himself involuntarily retaking his seat.

The Lin Family's upper echelon turned toward the source of the voice.

They saw a tall, handsome middle-aged man in white, seated not too far away, smiling serenely in their direction.

Upon seeing the middle-aged man in white, the Lin Family's upper echelon members were struck with a jolt of fear. Their gazes shifted to a mix of wariness and awe, and they no longer dared to meet his eyes.

Even Lin Qiyu, who had been poised to reprimand Lin Xuan, found himself silenced, reclining in his seat, the fire of his earlier impulse extinguished.

Meanwhile, in the arena, Lin Xuan was blissfully unaware that his recent actions had incurred the wrath of the Head Elder, thanks to someone intervening on his behalf. He was smiling, eyes fixed on the attribute panel floating in the void before him.

Watching the energy points climb at an accelerated pace, Lin Xuan's smile broadened. He had made the right call. In such a brief span, the energy points had soared past ten thousand and were still climbing rapidly. He anticipated an even more substantial surge soon.

Lin Xuan was confident that by the end of this test of strength, his energy points could very well break the hundred thousand barrier. He quietly contemplated his next moves.

Across from him, Lin Hai was reeling from the intense pain in his right arm, his low groans barely audible. He stared at Lin Xuan, incredulous.

"How can this be? How have you become so strong?"

Lin Hai was in denial, unable to accept that he had been bested by Lin Xuan with a single move. Yet the relentless pain in his arm and the steady drip of blood forced him to confront the bitter truth of his defeat.

"You may step down now," Lin Xuan said, his gaze cutting across the space like a blade of ice, so piercing that Lin Hai couldn't bear to meet it. "Or do I need to personally invite you to leave?"

With a cold huff, Lin Xuan was ready to strike once more, causing Lin Hai's frame to shudder at the memory of that formidable punch, a flicker of fear crossing his mind.

"Lin Xuan, you've won this round, but next time, victory won't be yours," Lin Hai declared. With those words, he made a hasty and undignified exit from the arena, vanishing into the crowd.

Watching Lin Hai's hasty retreat, Lin Xuan allowed himself a small, knowing smile. This battle had indeed revealed the true might of his talent.

Compared to Lin Hai, Lin Xuan was one level lower in cultivation, yet they practiced the same martial arts.

However, Lin Xuan had merged three substandard strength talents, elevating them to a low-grade strength talent.

Under the influence of this enhanced talent, he managed to overpower Lin Hai in a single move, inflicting serious injuries on him.

It was as though Lin Xuan was the one at the eighth level of Body Refining, while Lin Hai was merely at the seventh.

That was the gap between them.

This incident further solidified Lin Xuan's appreciation for his martial talents.

Afterward, Lin Xuan looked over at the referee, Lee Hee, who was beside the arena, visibly dazed.

Lee Hee had been convinced that Lin Xuan was bound to lose this bout and had only hoped that Lin Xuan wouldn't be gravely injured—given the one level difference in their cultivation.

Yet, the tables had turned dramatically.

With a single strike, Lin Xuan had vanquished Lin Hai.