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In fact, Lin Zetian had always adored Ye Xi. Before Ye Xi and Ninth Prince were engaged, he had always paid attention to Ye Xi's every move. He had gotten to know Ye Xuan along the way and learned all kinds of things that Ye Xi liked.
After doing this a few times, Lin Zetian became familiar with Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan was very clear that if he didn't use this open and aboveboard opportunity to teach Ming Yu a lesson, then even if he secretly relied on Ming Yu's Seventeenth Prince's identity, he wouldn't be able to do anything in the future.
Because of this, the best method would be to let Lin Zetian injure Ming Yu in front of everyone! After all, Ming Yu would definitely stop at the top 8. If he was to lose too easily, how would Ye Xuan feel good? How would he avenge Ye Rong?
Lin Zetian, who was at the side, nodded. Although he had a smile that was like the spring wind on his face, his gaze towards Ming Yu was cold.
The first match of the competition was between Ye Xi and a martial artist who had luckily won the last round. That martial artist almost directly surrendered without the slightest hesitation, and left Battlestage.
In contrast, the following match between Song Shuliang and Liu Songming was quite exciting. After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, in the end, with a slight advantage, Song Shuhang finally obtained victory.
And in the third match, Ye Xuan was very domineering. He only needed ten breaths of time to completely defeat his opponent.
Soon, it was time for the fourth match. Everyone's attention was on Lin Zetian and Ming Yu!
Lin Zetian leaped up and easily arrived above the Battlestage. He calmly looked at Ming Yu who was walking over from the opposite side, but a trace of ruthlessness flashed deep within his eyes.
"Hehe, how long do you think this Ming Yu can last for?" Some people discussed in the audience.
"I saw Ming Yu use all the strength in his body to make a black pattern on the battle drum. Obviously, his strength is not weak." Someone analyzed, "However, in terms of combat experience and martial skill usage, Ming Yu is nothing. That's why, he can only use brute force for five breaths before he loses."
"Hehe, aren't you overestimating that Ming Yu? Although he surprised us in the first round, don't forget that his opponent is the Lin Family's most outstanding genius for the past hundred years, Lin Zetian!"
Some people were able to unravel the mysteries of heaven with a single sentence.
That's right, Lin Zetian, who trained in martial arts at the age of ten, stepped into the first stage of the Mortality Transcending Stage's meat forging realm at the age of eleven, and reached Mortality Transcending Stage's sixth level of reconstruction at the age of fifteen. With an Ice Bone Fan in hand, he could easily win against five Lin Family's sixth stage Mortality Transcending Stage elders by himself.
And Lin Zetian right now was only seventeen years old, yet he had already reached the peak of the seventh level of Mortality Transcending Stage, the God Realm, and even reached a shocking rank of 832 in the Great Wu Iron Dynasty's overall elite rankings!
Although his talent was slightly inferior compared to Ye Xi, who was sixteen years old, there was no doubt that he was an extremely strong competitor other than Ye Xi in this competition.
However, they still approved of Ming Yu. After all, this trash that everyone once spoke of was standing opposite of Lin Zetian. This astonishing progress was worthy of admiration.
"Your Highness Seventeenth Prince, I am very happy to be able to fight with you. I am not talented. I hope that I can gain something from the spar with you."
Lin Zetian slightly cupped his hands towards Ming Yu and said very politely.
"Please." Ming Yu said plainly.
"Then, let's begin."
Lin Zetian was still smiling a moment ago, but the moment he said those words, a huge folding fan with a radius of half a meter suddenly appeared in his hand.
Lin Zetian flicked his wrist and the fan opened up with a "Hua" sound. There were eight icy-blue bone fans on the fan. The fan was transparent icy-blue in color and its blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, but it was extremely sharp!
In the next moment, Lin Zetian was like an afterimage as he rushed towards Ming Yu.
Sharp Zhen Qi mixed with an ice-cold aura instantly rushed over. A flash of blood appeared in Ming Yu's hand, and immediately, the Laryngeal Sealing Sword suddenly unsheathed its sword and slashed at the sharp light, instantly cutting it in half.
"Hmm?"
Lin Zetian obviously didn't expect Ming Yu to actually use a sword and easily block his sudden attack. However, he wasn't anxious at all because the real attack had just started.
"Ice Fan, Gale!"
Lin Zetian swung his wrist and the power of over 1500 lions was released. A powerful gust of wind with cold energy swept towards Ming Yu, this move was a Spirit Level Middle Grade Martial Technique, although its attack power was not strong, but it had a very good interference effect. If an ordinary person were to meet this attack, this gale could directly send them flying!
"Break!"
Ming Yu shouted lightly, the Laryngeal Sealing Sword in his hand slashed down vertically, the Sword Qi of the fifth stage of the Murderous Sword flew out instantly, chopping the gale into two.
In the next moment, Lin Zetian had already taken advantage of the moment when Ming Yu had attacked to get close to Ming Yu.
"Ice Fan, Moon Slash!"
The Ice Fan was like a sharp blade, crazily flying towards Ming Yu. Ming Yu held onto the Laryngeal Sealing Sword, retreating while blocking Lin Zetian's attack. His mood became colder and colder.
It wasn't because of how strong Lin Zetian's attack was, but because Lin Zetian's attacks were almost deadly and extremely vicious.
Previously, when he said that this was just a spar, he seemed to be carrying a very sincere attitude. But now, it seemed that he was clearly beating him to death!
Out of the corner of his eyes, Ming Yu noticed Ye Xuan looking at him with an evil grin. At that moment, Ming Yu immediately understood.
This Lin Zetian was obviously colluding with Ye Xuan, they wanted to put him to death!
Although Ye Xuan didn't attack, his viciousness still made people feel disgusted.
Seeing Ming Yu being pushed back by Lin Zetian's crazy attacks, everyone knew that the battle was going to end and Lin Zetian who was there also became more and more arrogant.
However, as the exchange continued and time passed, everyone's expressions quickly changed. Under Lin Zetian's crazy attacks, although Ming Yu was like a lonely boat in the middle of a huge wave that was on the verge of destruction, he withstood dozens of attacks!
Ming Yu's expression clearly showed that he was dealing with it with ease and not the slightest bit embarrassed.
On the other hand, Lin Zetian's every move was fatal and he used all his strength to attack. At this moment, sweat had already appeared on his forehead and his confident gaze had also gradually become confused.
"Lin Zetian, you don't need to deliberately let me win. This is a fair fight and everyone will see your true strength." Ming Yu mocked in a calm and composed manner while dealing with Lin Zetian's violent attack.
"Shut up!"
Lin Zetian never thought that Ming Yu's martial skills and battle experience would not be inferior to his. Even more so than his own. This series of attacks was extremely powerful, but they were all swept away by Ming Yu's sharp sword qi.
His moves couldn't even do any damage to Ming Yu!
This made Lin Zetian extremely unhappy, but he still had a lot of confidence because he still didn't use his ace attack!
"Before, I was only respecting you so I didn't take it seriously. But since you are intentionally looking to die, don't blame me for being ruthless. Remember, this is my strongest move, Destruction."
Everyone could feel the cold and unbridled killing intent in his words. Immediately after, everyone saw Lin Zetian fold the ice fan and as true energy gushed out from his entire body, one of the blades pierced towards Ming Yu's right shoulder. If it pierced through, Ming Yu's right arm would be completely separated from his shoulder, becoming a one-armed person!
This move, was a Middle Grade Martial Technique that was comparable to High Grade Martial Technique of Spirit Level, Broken.
Just as the name suggested, a single stab without mercy had been completely shattered!
At this moment, the leader of the imperial court was ready to save Ming Yu. Everyone held their breath as they did not expect Lin Zetian to be so decisive with no fear of royal authority. He wanted to cut off Ming Yu's right arm.
However, Ming Yu did not show any intention of retreating. With layers upon layers of sword qi, the strength of two thousand lions was fully focused on the sword, exploding on the blade!
The sword was raised diagonally.
The lightning-like, powerful and violent sword qi whistled over. In less than a second, it had blown away the incoming sword qi. Following that, the sword qi shot into the sky. Accompanied by it was Lin Zetian's entire right arm!
"Ah!
Lin Zetian let out a miserable howl and rolled on the ground in pain. Blood sprayed out and dyed his Battlestage red.
How could he have thought that his strongest move would fail to break Ming Yu's right arm, and instead, his right arm was cut off by Ming Yu's strongest move!
He originally wanted Ming Yu to become a cripple, but in the end, the cripple became himself.
"Remember, this is a casual move of mine, the Nine Layer Killing Calamity." After Ming Yu finished speaking, he sheathed his sword and cleanly walked down the Battlestage.
"What …" Lin Zetian was stunned. His strongest attack was easily defeated by Ming Yu's casual attack and then cut off his entire right arm?
So it turned out that Ming Yu had always been stronger than him … From the beginning to the end, he had only been seeking his own disgrace!
Originally, they thought that there would definitely be a bloodbath in the field, but they did not guess the ending correctly, because the one who fell on the ground was not Ming Yu, but the one reputed to be the Super Genius, Lin Zetian. Furthermore, his right arm was cut off, so in this lifetime, he will not be able to call himself a genius!
Everyone suddenly realized that Ming Yu was not a piece of trash at all!
Everyone from the Lin Family stood up, their eyes blood-red. However, no one dared to make a sound.
Firstly, Lin Zetian had made the first move, this was a fact that everyone saw for themselves, they were in the wrong, secondly, Ming Yu's identity was as a prince, while King Ming and Ming Chenyuan were sitting here, could it be that they had the qualifications to make a move against Ming Yu?
They were not in the Ye Family, and because of the relationship between Ye Xi and Ninth Prince, they could only swallow their anger!
As for Ye Xuan, his current expression was extremely ugly. When he saw Lin Zetian use his strongest attack earlier, he thought of the appearance of Ming Yu being crippled and felt happy.
But now …
Seeing Lin Zetian lying on the ground with a twisted expression and a pool of dark red blood, Ye Xuan's mouth couldn't help but twitch. An inexplicable fear appeared in his heart!
After the relevant personnel carried Lin Zetian away and cleaned him up, the Battlestage was once again restored to its original state of cleanliness. However, the miserable state that Lin Zetian had just been in was remembered by everyone.
After resting for two incense sticks of time, the third round's semifinals officially began. Out of the eight Battlestage s, seven of them slowly sank down, leaving behind one Battlestage in the middle, occupying the center of the entire training grounds.
Right now, there were only four people left on the field, Ye Xi, Ming Yu, Ye Xuan and Song Shuhang. They were going to finish this shocking final battle in this martial arts practice field!
Mu Lang cleared his throat and said loudly, "This round is also decided by drawing lots. 1v2, 3v4. "Ming Yu, come forward and draw your lot."
Following that, Ming Yu was the first to go up and draw number 2.
"Ming Yu, Number Two!" Mu Lang's loud voice rang out, startling Ye Xuan, who was still in a daze.
Then, Mu Lang said, "Ye Xuan, it's your turn."
"..." "Right."
Ye Xuan walked in front of the wooden box and reached his hand in. After choosing for a long time, he finally picked up a Iron Ball and slowly took it out.
His face turned pale, his right hand gripped the Iron Ball tightly, but he didn't dare look at the numbers written on it. He kept chanting in his heart: "Please don't be number one, please don't be number one, please don't be number one …"
"What are you doing?" Mu Lang looked at Ye Xuan mumbling and could not help but frown. He walked up to Ye Xuan and took the Iron Ball from his hands. He glanced at the Iron Ball and then spoke with a loud and clear voice:
"Ye Xuan, # 1!"