29: Provincial civil service exam... Let's take it together, I'm in a hurry.

The moment the sword tip reached his body.

Lin Fan opened his eyes.

He raised his right hand.

His index and middle fingers pressed together.

He lightly slashed at the air directly in front of him.

Six Meridians Divine Sword — Shaoshang Sword!

Boom!!!

An invisible Sword Qi tore through the air, but it did not attack any of the afterimages.

Instead, it struck a certain spot on the Arena floor!

Bang!!!

The floor shattered!

A figure was forcibly shaken out from the Void Realm, stumbling backward. It was none other than the real Ye Qingxue!

Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and she said in disbelief, "You... how did you see through it?!"

Lin Fan withdrew his finger. "The principle of Phantom Steps is to use high-speed movement and light refraction to create afterimages. But when the real body moves, the airflow, blood qi value fluctuations, and even the heart rate have subtle differences from the afterimages."

He paused. "And I just happen to have strong perception."

Ye Qingxue was silent.

After a while, she sheathed her sword. "I lost."

Crisp and decisive.

"Lin Fan wins!"

[Ding! Breaking the Phantom Steps with eyes closed, full marks for style! prestige value + 700!]

[Current prestige value: 4180 points!]

When Lin Fan stepped off the Arena, the audience was in an uproar.

"Two consecutive wins!"

"And both wins were effortless crushing victories!"

"Just what is his strength?!"

"blood qi value 1.02? Who is he trying to fool!"

In the VIP seats, Director Zhang turned to ask Colonel Zhao, "Old Zhao, tell me the truth, what is this kid's actual blood qi value?"

Colonel Zhao smiled. "It measured at 1.02, but his real combat power... see for yourself."

Director Zhang smiled bitterly. "I can't understand it!"

In the next match, Lin Fan faced a burly man wielding an axe in his third fight.

The opponent had learned his lesson and didn't dare to attack rashly. As a result, Lin Fan used a curved Shang Yang Sword to strike his acupoints from behind, freezing him in place for three minutes, resulting in an automatic loss.

In the fourth match, his opponent was a girl skilled in poison arts. Lin Fan directly used the "Immunity to All Methods" of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Body to withstand the poison mist, walked over, and slapped her unconscious.

Girls should learn something else, not this stuff.

The fifth match...

The sixth match...

Halfway through the round-robin tournament, Lin Fan had won all six matches, and each one took less than ten seconds.

Crushing.

An effortless, crushing victory.

The audience had gone from shock to numbness.

"In this year's City Examination, who else can stop Lin Fan?"

"Wang Teng also has five wins and one draw, but his performance isn't as exaggerated as Lin Fan's."

"Su Muyu has five wins and one loss, having lost to Wang Teng."

"Zhuge Ming has three wins and three draws, all of which are draws. This guy is too good at stalling..."

In the seventh match, Lin Fan's opponent was Zhuge Ming.

Zhuge Ming pushed up his newly replaced glasses and walked onto the Arena with a bitter smile.

"Brother Lin, give me some Face, don't one-shot me."

Lin Fan thought about it. "Fine, I'll give you three moves."

Zhuge Ming's eyes lit up. "For real?"

"For real."

"Then I won't be polite!"

Zhuge Ming formed hand seals with both hands, moving at lightning speed!

"Mysterious Gates and Hidden Shields — Eight Gates Golden Lock!"

Hum!

Golden light lit up in eight directions of the Arena, forming a cage!

"First move, Bind!"

Lin Fan stood where he was, letting the golden locks bind him.

"Second move, Suppress!"

Formation patterns appeared on the ground, and gravity suddenly increased tenfold!

Lin Fan's body sank slightly.

"Third move, Kill!"

Golden blades and swords condensed within the Formation, slashing toward Lin Fan!

Lin Fan looked up, watching the incoming blades and swords.

Then.

He let out a breath.

Whew.

The blood qi of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Body erupted!

Pale golden patterns flashed beneath his skin and then vanished!

Boom!!!

The Eight Gates Golden Lock, shattered!

The gravity Formation, collapsed!

The golden blades and swords, vanished into smoke!

Zhuge Ming was blown away by the recoil, landing on his butt, his glasses crooked again.

He stared blankly at Lin Fan, and after a while, gave a thumbs up. "Awesome."

"I concede."

[Ding! Breaking the Mysterious Gates and Hidden Shields Formation by force, displaying the might of the Sacred Body, prestige value + 700!]

[Current prestige value: 4880 points!]

Thus, Lin Fan had won all seven matches, firmly holding first place.

Wang Teng followed closely with six wins and one draw.

Two rounds remained in the round-robin tournament.

The eighth match, Lin Fan versus Su Muyu.

The two stood on the Arena.

Su Muyu looked at Lin Fan with complex eyes. "I know I can't beat you, but I want to see the gap."

Lin Fan nodded. "Go all out."

Su Muyu took a deep breath, her Sword Intent climbing to its Peak!

The final move of the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique — Clouds Parting to Reveal the Moon!

This time, the sword light was more concentrated and purer than before!

Her Sword Intent was clear, faintly showing signs of a Breakthrough!

Lin Fan raised his hand.

Still just one finger.

But this time, he used thirty percent of his strength.

Shaoshang Sword and Shang Yang Sword, both fired at once!

One fierce and powerful, one tricky and unpredictable!

Sword Qi and sword light collided!

Hiss.

Su Muyu's sword light lasted for three seconds before shattering completely.

She stumbled back seven steps, using her sword to support herself to keep from falling.

"I lost," she panted, but her eyes were bright. "Thank you."

This sword strike allowed her to see the path ahead.

Lin Fan smiled. "It's fine, it's normal for you to lose."

"Lin Fan wins!"

Eight wins in eight matches!

The final match, Lin Fan versus Wang Teng.

The final showdown!

The gazes of fifty thousand people in the venue were focused on the main Arena!

Wang Teng stood on the stage, his Aura adjusted to its Peak.

He stared at Lin Fan, enunciating every word. "Lin Fan, I have waited a long time for this moment."

Lin Fan slowly walked onto the stage. "Is that so? I wasn't waiting for you."

Wang Teng's expression darkened. "Sharp words are useless. Today, I will trample you underfoot in public and seek justice for my cousin and for everyone you have humiliated!"

Lin Fan picked his ear. "Dumb~ass (bleeped)"

"You!" Wang Teng laughed in extreme anger. "Good! Good! I'll see how much longer you can be arrogant!"

The referee felt the tension between the two and quickly said, "Both sides, prepare — start!"

"Thunder Domain — Full Power!!!"

Wang Teng held nothing back, directly activating his strongest state!

Blood-colored thunder filled the Arena, its power three parts stronger than before!

"Blood Thunder Secret Technique — Thunder Dragon's Wrath!"

He pressed his palms together, and all the thunder gathered, transforming into a blood-colored thunder dragon that roared as it charged toward Lin Fan!

This strike had already touched the threshold of the Late Stage of Martial Master!

In the VIP seats, everyone's expressions changed.

"Wang Teng is risking his life!"

"A Martial Master in the Middle Stage would surely die if they took this strike head-on!"

"How will Lin Fan block this?"

Lin Fan watched the incoming thunder dragon.

He smiled contemptuously.

Then.

He took a step forward.

Pale golden patterns spread from his neck across his entire body.

Ancient Desolate Sacred Body — Initial Awakening Form!

Then, he clenched his right hand into a fist.

Nothing fancy.

No technique.

Just a simple, straightforward punch.

The moment the punch was thrown, the air shattered!

The blood-colored thunder dragon collided with his fist.

Boom!!!!!!!!!

A deafening explosion swept through the entire venue!

The thunder dragon... shattered.

It was blown apart by a single punch, turning into blood-colored electric sparks filling the sky.

Wang Teng stood dumbfounded, blood flowing from his seven orifices.

He lowered his head, looking at his own trembling hands, then looked at Lin Fan.

"No... impossible..."

Lin Fan withdrew his fist and said indifferently, "If you can't do it, why are you acting so tough? I thought you were actually strong..."

Wang Teng spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backward.

Before losing consciousness, he only heard Lin Fan's airy remark:

"Is that it?"

[Ding! Blowing up the Blood Thunder Secret Technique with one punch, absolute crushing victory! prestige value + 1000!]

[Ding! Ending Wang Teng's legend of being undefeated, causing the whole venue to go crazy! prestige value + 800!]

[Current prestige value: 6680 points!]

The referee was stunned for several seconds before shouting, "Lin Fan wins! Nine wins in nine matches! The champion of this year's Yun City Martial Arts Examination — Lin Fan!!!"

Applause, cheers, and screams were like a tsunami!

Lin Fan stood in the center of the Arena, bathing in the gazes of the multitudes.

Then, he suddenly raised his hand.

The venue gradually quieted down.

Everyone looked at him, waiting for the champion's speech.

Lin Fan picked up the microphone at the edge of the Arena and tested the sound.

"Hello, hello."

The voice clearly reached every corner of the venue.

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the other nine contestants, the VIP seats, and the audience.

Then, he spoke:

"Playing nine matches in the round-robin is too troublesome."

"Next time at the Provincial Examination."

He paused, his tone flat yet arrogant to the extreme:

"I think the rules can be changed."

"For example —"

"Let the rest of them come at me together."

"I'm in a rush."

Dead silence.

Then, total uproar!!!

"Crazy!!!"

"Too arrogant!!!"

"Let everyone come at him in the Provincial Examination?! Is he crazy?!"

"But... he seems to really have the strength for it!"

In the VIP seats, Colonel Zhao laughed loudly. "Good lad! That's a spirited thing to say!"

Director Zhang wiped his sweat. "Old Zhao, this... this isn't against the rules, is it?"

"Rules?" Colonel Zhao raised an eyebrow. "The strong are the rules."

Wang Teng had just been revived, and upon hearing this, he spat out another mouthful of blood and fainted again.

Su Muyu looked at Lin Fan on the stage with complex eyes, but she was smiling.

In Ye Qingxue's icy blue pupils, for the first time, there was Battle Intent.

Zhuge Ming pushed up his glasses. "Come at him together? That seems... kind of interesting."

[Ding! Publicly declaring to take on everyone, igniting the whole venue, prestige value + 1500!]

[Ding! Achievement unlocked: City-Level King!]

[Reward: Advanced Lucky Draw x 3! prestige value + 3000!]

[Current prestige value: 11180 points! Advanced Lucky Draw: 3 times!]

Lin Fan put down the microphone and walked off the Arena.

Wherever he passed, the crowd automatically parted, their gazes filled with awe as if looking at a god.

He knew that after saying this today, the Provincial Examination... would be very interesting.