82: Chapter 82 How dare he go up there?

With Hu Nan's strength, defeating Lin Hao wouldn't take much effort at all.

While the participating Disciples on other arenas were still secretly regulating their breathing and testing each other out, Lin Hao could no longer restrain himself. A flash of spiritual light appeared beneath his feet as the Spiritual Qi around his body suddenly erupted. Like an arrow leaving a bowstring, he leaped up and landed steadily on the No. 13 Martial Arts Arena. His movements were clean and agile, fully displaying his strength at the Peak of the Level 10 Qi Refining Stage.

He tapped the surface of the arena with his toes, letting his Spiritual Qi spread wantonly. Pressure enveloped the entire No. 13 Martial Arts Arena as he shouted sternly with unquestionable arrogance, "The master of the No. 13 Martial Arts Arena is I, Lin Hao! You rats, if you aren't afraid of getting hurt, feel free to come up and fight me!"

Enhanced by Spiritual Qi, his voice spread clearly across the entire Martial Arts Square, instantly attracting the gaze of every Disciple.

"How unlucky!"

"How did we end up in the same group as Lin Hao!"

"The master of our group's arena will definitely be Lin Hao!"

"Lin Hao is ruthless; we'll probably get injured!"

"It's better not to go up at all!"

The participating Disciples near the No. 13 Martial Arts Arena had varied expressions; some showed fear and subconsciously took half a step back.

Lin Hao's strength was already formidable. Even though he had lost an arm, he was still at the Peak of the Level 10 Qi Refining Stage, which was definitely not something they could contend with.

Just then, an angry shout suddenly rang out: "Arrogant! You've long since ceased to be the Outer Sect Eldest Senior Brother, yet you dare to speak so boldly! I'll challenge you!"

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound and saw a man holding a long saber leap up. With a flash of his figure, he landed steadily on the No. 13 Martial Arts Arena, facing Lin Hao from a distance.

Lin Hao glanced at him, the disdain in his eyes growing even stronger: "Just you? A mere Level 8 Qi Refining Stage is worthy of fighting me? You're simply overestimating yourself!"

"Enough talk! Take this!" That Level 8 Qi Refining Cultivator shouted angrily. Without further hesitation, spiritual light flashed beneath his feet as he charged quickly toward Lin Hao, his long saber slashing down fiercely.

Lin Hao's expression remained unchanged, still full of arrogance. Even with only his right arm, his movements were still incredibly swift.

Facing the long saber, he didn't dodge or evade. He raised his right arm slightly, and his long sword precisely blocked the saber.

With a light 'clang' and the collision of Spiritual Qi, the man with the saber felt his arm go numb. A heavy force traveled through the saber, causing him to subconsciously retreat two steps as his expression changed slightly.

Before he could steady himself, Lin Hao's figure flashed as he rushed in front of him. With a swing of his right arm, a sharp palm wind of Spiritual Qi suddenly struck out. Its Speed was like lightning, giving the opponent no chance to react.

The man with the saber's face changed drastically as he hurriedly raised his hand to block, but his Speed and strength were ultimately inferior to Lin Hao's. With a muffled 'thud,' the palm wind struck his chest heavily.

"Argh—" A shrill scream rang out. Blood instantly spilled from the corner of the man's mouth as his body flew backward like a broken kite, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

He struggled to get up but felt powerless. He spat out another large mouthful of blood, his face turning pale as paper. Clearly, he was seriously injured and had lost the ability to fight further.

The entire field fell silent instantly. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the No. 13 Martial Arts Arena, filled with shock and fear.

No one expected Lin Hao to be so powerful. In just a few moves, he had easily defeated a Level 8 Qi Refining Cultivator, and his strikes were so ruthless, leaving no room for mercy.

Lin Hao stood on the arena, glancing down at the injured Cultivator on the ground without a hint of pity in his eyes: "If there are any others who aren't afraid to die, feel free to come up! This Young Master will take you all on to show you who truly deserves to be the master of the No. 13 Martial Arts Arena!"

Beside the No. 13 Martial Arts Arena, the faces of Zhang Han and the others became exceptionally ugly.

Zhang Han had also drawn the No. 13 Martial Arts Arena; originally, he wanted to pick up some easy wins on the arena.

But he hadn't expected that Lin Hao, a top favorite to win the championship, would also be at the No. 13 Martial Arts Arena.

Furthermore, Lin Hao's strikes were very heavy, making him not dare to step forward and challenge him at all.

Upon the high platform, Sect Leader Xuanyangzi's gaze fell upon Lin Hao on the No. 13 Martial Arts Arena. A hint of approval flashed in his eyes as he turned to Lin Zhentian beside him and spoke slowly with a sense of gratification: "Junior Brother Lin! This child Lin Hao has good talent!"

"His strikes are clean and decisive, quite reminiscent of your style back in the day."

Hearing this, Lin Zhentian quickly bowed slightly and responded in a deep voice: "Sect Head Senior Brother overpraises him. My son is unruly and his personality is too flamboyant. Today was just good luck, meeting an opponent with slightly weaker strength to win easily; it doesn't count as true skill."

Sect Leader Xuanyangzi smiled gently and waved his hand: "Luck is also a part of strength."

"I still have a Medicinal Pill for limb Rebirth here. Should I have someone send it to you later?"

Lin Zhentian bowed and said, "Sect Head Senior Brother, I have already given one to Hao'er. Hao'er said he will take the Medicinal Pill after he wins the championship!"

"What ambition!" Sect Leader Xuanyangzi was full of praise.

As the competition proceeded, many Outer Sect Disciples also took to the stages.

However, the spotlight on the No. 13 Martial Arts Arena surpassed that of the other arenas.

Lin Hao stood on the arena, his Spiritual Qi flaring wildly. The Pressure of a Peak Level 10 Qi Refining Stage enveloped the area, fully displaying the demeanor of a powerhouse.

Below the arena, many challengers didn't dare to step onto the stage at all, fearing they would be heavily injured by Lin Hao.

Lin Hao glanced down at the empty arena, the arrogance in his eyes intensifying. He shouted again: "Is there anyone else who isn't afraid to die? Come up! This Young Master wants to see who else in the No. 13 Martial Arts Arena can fight me and dares to compete with me for the position of arena master!"

Lin Hao's voice carried powerful Spiritual Qi fluctuations, causing the Outer Sect Disciples standing around the arena to retreat a step.

These Disciples all showed looks of fear; no one dared to respond, and even fewer dared to easily step onto the stage.

The miserable state of that Level 8 Qi Refining Cultivator from before was still fresh in their minds. No one wanted to be the next person to be heavily injured by Lin Hao and lose face in public.

Zhang Han, Lin Yao, and the others stood in the crowd, their bodies trembling slightly.

Lin Yao subconsciously pulled Zhang Han's sleeve and kept her voice very low: "Look, Lin Hao is too powerful. A Level 8 Qi Refining Stage wasn't even his match for one round. We'd better not go up and seek death..."

Zhang Han's face was gloomy. He gritted his teeth but could only nod helplessly, his eyes full of unwillingness and fear: "Forget it, forget it. Better not to go up!"

Zhang Han had long been frightened out of his wits by Lin Hao and didn't dare to step onto the arena at all.

Just when the whole place was silent and everyone thought the position of master of the No. 13 Martial Arts Arena was already in Lin Hao's pocket, and no one else dared to accept the challenge, an indifferent figure slowly moved.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that Hu Nan had already appeared on the No. 13 Martial Arts Arena, facing Lin Hao from a distance.

"Who is this person?"

"How dare he step onto the No. 13 Martial Arts Arena!"

"Isn't he afraid of being heavily injured by Senior Brother Lin?"

Beside the No. 13 Martial Arts Arena, a low uproar instantly broke out. The participating Disciples all showed shock and began to discuss in low voices, their tones full of doubt and incomprehension.

They all knew that Lin Hao was ruthless and there was no possibility of him holding back.

As for Zhang Han, Lin Yao, and the others, they were even more struck as if by lightning. Their bodies stiffened, and the fear on their faces was instantly replaced by extreme shock.

“Hu... Hu Nan? How dare he go up? Has he gone mad?”

“He couldn't even defeat me, so how dare he challenge Senior Brother Lin!”

“He's definitely going to be heavily injured by Senior Brother Lin!”

“I don't know who gave him the courage!”

Zhang Han, Lin Yao, and many of their fellow villagers began to mock Hu Nan one after another.

They believed that Hu Nan stepping onto the arena to challenge Lin Hao was absolutely seeking death.

After all, Lin Hao was the Outer Sect Eldest Senior Brother and a top favorite to win.

He was simply not someone Hu Nan could challenge.