"Rewarding one pill, how much does the system look down on Lin Shan?"
Lin Yun grumbled inwardly.
Before, Qi Blood Pills were rewarded by the bottle, but now it's just one.
However, a Third-Grade Qi Blood Pill was still quite satisfactory. After all, for a weakling like Lin Shan who could be easily defeated, it was already good that a task was generated. Any reward was a gain.
"If you have the guts, don't use Origin Power," Lin Shan provoked.
He knew that even without using Origin Power, he wasn't Lin Yun's opponent. The reason he said this was because Origin Power hurt more when hitting someone.
"Heh heh!"
Lin Yun smiled faintly and ignored Lin Shan's childish provocation.
Only a fool wouldn't use Origin Power when they had it. As for guts, not having Origin Power was what truly meant not having guts.
"Falling Rock Fist."
Lin Shan let out a low shout, his fists striking heavily. During this time, he had cultivated diligently, and his Falling Rock Fist was close to mastery. If Lin Yun didn't use Origin Power, he felt he might not necessarily be crushed.
"Still just Little Pebble Fist," Lin Yun shook his head, quickly throwing a single punch. Bang bang it landed on Lin Shan's fists. It was the same Falling Rock Fist technique, but Lin Yun had reached a state of perfection, turning decay into wonder, an artistic conception of no moves being better than having moves. He didn't need flashy movements; a simple strike could unleash the strongest power of Falling Rock Fist.
For someone at Lin Shan's level, a slight move from Lin Yun was already his limit!
With just one clash, Lin Shan's tightly clenched fists instantly went limp, his arms numb. His entire body's strength was disrupted by the single blow, unable to flow to his arms at all.
Lin Yun closed in, papapa quickly throwing punches. A set of Wing Chun-style punches rained down on Lin Shan's chest.
The punches weren't heavy, just a little painful.
In front of so many clan members, Lin Yun couldn't be too ruthless. A little lesson was enough.
"Bang!"
After the last punch, Lin Shan fell off the stone platform in a sorry state.
Lin Hong quickly went to help Lin Shan up and brought him to Lin Mang's side. Lin Mang's face was grim as he checked the injuries. They were a bit severe, but thankfully, it was just skin and flesh wounds, no damage to the bones.
"Hmph!" Lin Mang snorted coldly at Lin Yun on the stage.
It was clear that Lin Yun only wanted to teach Lin Shan a lesson, but his son was not for Lin Yun to discipline.
"When you draw him later, give him a lesson too," Lin Mang whispered.
"Understood, Father," Lin Hong's lips curled up.
On the viewing platform, Little Qing Tan's eyes curved into crescent moons with laughter. She whispered, "Brother Lin Yun is really too awesome, beating up that scoundrel Lin Shan."
Lin Xiao and Lin Dong, father and son, didn't speak, but faint smiles bloomed on their faces.
Lin Xiao naturally knew that Lin Shan often bullied Lin Dong in the past, but as an elder, he couldn't easily lay hands on a junior. Now that Lin Yun had given Lin Shan a good beating, as a father, Lin Xiao felt very satisfied.
Lin Ken announced Lin Yun's victory, and the competition continued.
The previous few rounds of competition weren't very exciting because there were no matchups between strong opponents.
For the elders, only the matches above Body Tempering Sixth Layer were interesting.
Lin Yun fought several more rounds, encountering opponents below Body Tempering Sixth Layer. He easily dealt with them, but the rewards were only Second-Grade Pills, not as good as Lin Shan's.
The fifth match! Winning this match would put him in the top five.
Before Lin Yun even got on stage, his opponent was already there. It was Lin Hong.
This was too coincidental.
Both of them were relatively outstanding geniuses in the clan, meeting so early.
Lin Yun went on stage and immediately created a task.
[Task: Defeat Lin Hong. Reward: One bottle of Third-Grade Origin Qi Pill.]
As expected, the reward for defeating Lin Hong was quite generous. Origin Qi Pills could speed up the cultivation of Origin Power, which was exactly the pill Lin Yun needed most right now. This made Lin Yun look at Lin Hong a little more favorably.
"How you beat my brother just now, now, I will make you pay back ten times over."
Lin Hong sneered. He had made a small move just now, deliberately drawing Lin Yun early, preparing to block Lin Yun at the top five hurdle.
Only entering the top five in the Clan Competition had rewards. As long as he defeated Lin Yun and also injured him so he couldn't participate in the subsequent challenge matches, Lin Yun would naturally miss out on the top five.
"Ten times? I'll satisfy you!" Lin Yun slightly pursed his lips, feeling it was necessary to make Lin Hong remember this.
On the viewing platform, almost everyone's eyes were focused on the match between Lin Yun and Lin Hong. This was the first battle above Body Tempering Sixth Layer.
Moreover, Lin Hong had reached Body Tempering Sixth Layer more than half a year ago, and was probably even stronger now.
"Brother Lin Dong, do you think Brother Lin Yun can win?" Qing Tan's small hands were clenched, asking with some worry.
"Brother Lin Yun's strength wasn't inferior to Lin Hong's before, and he's been cultivating diligently, so he shouldn't be defeated that easily." Lin Dong's small face was serious, but in his heart, he was thinking... even if he loses, it's okay, there's still him.
He had also been cultivating diligently, and no one knew his true strength yet.
If Lin Yun lost, he would defeat Lin Hong and surprise everyone.
On stage!
Lin Hong couldn't wait to make his move. Origin Power surged out, his palm wind sharp, attacking.
"Body Tempering Seventh Layer!"
As soon as he made his move, his strength was recognized by the elders. Many were surprised; breaking through to the Body Tempering Seventh Layer at this age was rare even in the entire Qingyang Town.
"I've already broken through to the Body Tempering Seventh Layer. Let's see how you'll block me this time."
Lin Hong looked smug. He had consumed over a dozen Second-Grade Spiritual Medicines and even a few Third-Grade Spiritual Medicines to break through to the Body Tempering Seventh Layer. How could anyone else have such conditions?
His goal this time was to be first in the Clan Competition, and Lin Yun was just his stepping stone.
"You think too highly of yourself."
Lin Yun sneered, mobilizing his Origin Power and sending it out with his palm.
"Another Body Tempering Seventh Layer!"
There was an uproar on the platform. While Lin Hong reaching the Body Tempering Seventh Layer was surprising, it was within expectations. But for Lin Yun to also reach the Body Tempering Seventh Layer, this was beyond everyone's anticipation.
The competition became more exciting and unpredictable.
With the same cultivation level, it would depend on the martial arts proficiency of both sides.
Lin Hong primarily cultivated the Eight Desolations Palm, which he had long since mastered and was close to perfection.
At this moment, Lin Hong's palm strikes were like thunder, incredibly fierce, aiming directly at Lin Yun's internal organs.
However, these palm techniques, in Lin Yun's eyes, were full of flaws. Although the Eight Desolations Palm was known for its fierceness, it wasn't entirely a fierce style. To cultivate it to perfection, one needed a combination of hardness and softness, with softness within hardness and hardness within softness. It should not only be able to attack but also deflect force and defend.
Lin Yun had already cultivated it to a state of mastery, so looking at Lin Hong's palm techniques, they were full of flaws, like child's play.
Lin Yun saw one hand weave between Lin Hong's hands, clapping left and right, striking Lin Hong's wrist joints. This immediately changed Lin Hong's attack route, and his other hand gathered power before striking out.
*"Bang!"*
Lin Hong was sent flying, landing on the ground in a sorry state, utterly humiliated.
He stood up again, unwilling to accept defeat, already somewhat losing his mind. His palm techniques were like a storm, attacking wildly, completely disregarding that the person opposite him was his clan brother. Every move was vicious, aimed directly at vital points.
This caused elders like Lin Zhentian and Lin Ken to frown slightly.
However, no matter how Lin Hong attacked, Lin Yun could easily resolve it, and even with the same moves, as if a master was teaching a disciple, effortlessly controlling the situation.
"What exquisite palm techniques. The Eight Desolations Palm can actually be used like this." Lin Zhentian's eyes lit up. Such smooth palm techniques and moves even inspired him a little.
"This child's martial arts proficiency is terrifying!" Lin Xiao murmured.
Even he, who had some confidence in himself, had to admit defeat.
Lin Dong was even more shocked. He had also cultivated the Eight Desolations Palm, but the Eight Desolations Palm displayed by Lin Yun was even smoother than the one evolved from the shadow in his Stone Talisman.
"Impossible, how is this possible?"
Lin Hong was devastated. His proud palm techniques were so easily defeated, which deeply struck his confidence.
"You said ten times, here you go!"
Lin Yun wouldn't go easy. Following the method he used against Lin Shan earlier, he gave Lin Hong a tenfold reward.
Bang bang bang... Dense and rapid palm shadows landed on Lin Hong's body.
"Enough."
Lin Mang suddenly spoke up to stop him.
*"Bang!"* Lin Yun stopped, kicking out. His hundred-jin heavy iron shoe landed on Lin Hong's chest, kicking him off the competition stage.
*"Pfft!"* Lin Hong spat out a mouthful of blood.
Lin Mang quickly got up to check Lin Hong's injuries, pointing at Lin Yun and cursing, "You brat, how dare you be so heavy-handed!"
"Second Uncle, I've already held back a lot. I didn't injure his vital points, just taught him a lesson," Lin Yun retorted coldly. "Just now, Lin Hong's attacks were all vicious, aimed directly at vital points. If he had the upper hand, what do you think would have happened to me?"
Lin Yun was an orphan with no elders to support him. If he were seriously injured by Lin Hong, he could only accept his bad luck.
Now, Lin Hong looked seriously injured, but most of them were external injuries. The last kick injured his internal organs, but his foundation was not damaged.
This was already Lin Yun not wanting to completely fall out. If he hadn't considered Lin Mang and the clan elders, for someone as vicious as Lin Hong, Lin Yun would have long wanted to kill him, even if the other party was a clan brother.
Lin Mang's face remained gloomy.
"Alright, take Lin Hong down for treatment first." Lin Zhentian said to Lin Mang with a cold face.
"Yes, Father!"
Lin Mang didn't dare to refute and left the Trial Hall with Lin Hong.
With Lin Hong's injuries, it would take at least ten days to half a month to recover. The subsequent competitions were out of the question for him.
He was originally a strong contender for the clan champion, but now he didn't even make it into the top five.
Conflicts were inevitable in competitions, but the impact wasn't significant, so they continued.
Lin Yun stepped down after his victory. Many eyes were on Lin Yun, including Lin Zhentian, whose eyes couldn't hide his admiration. They were all descendants of their lineage, and the better Lin Yun performed, the happier he naturally was.
As soon as Lin Yun returned to the platform, Qing Tan, the little loli in a green dress, ran over excitedly.
"Brother Lin Yun, you were amazing! Quick, wipe your sweat."
Qing Tan smiled and handed over her small handkerchief.
Previously, Lin Hong had said that once he placed in the top three in the Clan Competition, he would ask Grandpa to propose a betrothal to Qing Tan.
This had Qing Tan extremely worried.
Old Master Lin Zhentian was the absolute authority in the Lin Clan. If Lin Zhentian agreed, it would be very difficult for Lin Xiao to refuse. Therefore, Qing Tan had been spending this time in anxiety; she absolutely did not want to marry Lin Hong.
Now that Lin Yun had injured Lin Hong, preventing him from even entering the top five, he no longer had the qualifications to make such a request.
It could be said that Lin Yun had saved her again.
Looking at Lin Yun's resolute, masculine, and sharply defined face, Qing Tan suddenly felt a sense of security.
"Thank you!"
Lin Yun didn't think much of it, casually taking the handkerchief and wiping his face with it. The touch was soft, slightly silky. As the handkerchief brushed past his nose, he smelled a faint, sweet fragrance like lilac flowers.
It smelled quite pleasant, and Lin Yun couldn't help but take a couple more sniffs.
Seeing that Lin Yun was actually sniffing her handkerchief, a blush immediately bloomed on Qing Tan's delicate little face.
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