On the martial arts stage, Da Meng's physique was formidable, and each step he took carried momentum.
Daoist Lin stood firm, completely unfazed.
"Old man, I'll send you down now!"
Da Meng sneered and, like pulling bamboo shoots, grabbed Daoist Lin's arm, intending to throw him off the stage.
However, to his surprise, Daoist Lin remained rooted in place. No matter how hard he tried, Da Meng couldn't budge him an inch.
Boss Chu frowned. He knew Da Meng's strength intimately. Daoist Lin's immovability suggested he was no ordinary person.
"Boss Chu, how do you feel now?"
Fatty Chen smiled, "Although his physique is strong, he's merely a normal person. How can he contend with a martial artist?"
"Fatty, don't get cocky too soon. Even if Da Meng can't move the old man, he might not lose," Boss Chu said seriously. "I'm eager to see what he's truly capable of!"
"Even now, you're still like this," Fatty Chen smiled. "You won't give up until you're at the Yellow River's edge, and I suspect even then you won't."
Boss Chu knitted his brows but said nothing more. He waited for Da Meng, his carefully chosen expert. If he couldn't win this match, he would lose face today.
"You possess brute force. Against an ordinary person, you would surely be their match," Daoist Lin smiled slightly and flicked a single finger. A powerful palm strike was applied to Da Meng.
Boom...
Da Meng, hit by the hidden force, was sent flying violently. His face turned extremely grim. "Old man, how can you unleash hidden force!"
"A duel between experts relies on more than just physical strength," Daoist Lin stated frankly. "My apologies!"
"I haven't lost yet!"
Da Meng, still unwilling to concede, grabbed Daoist Lin, intending to repeat his previous move. However, he was once again repelled by a palm strike from Daoist Lin and fell directly off the stage.
This caused considerable shock among the spectators, who couldn't fathom what had happened.
Daoist Lin appeared frail, but the techniques he displayed commanded respect.
"I'll kill you!"
Da Meng felt deeply aggrieved and wanted to force his way back onto the stage.
"Enough!"
Boss Chu stood up. "Have you not embarrassed yourself enough?"
Da Meng looked wronged and dared not speak up, can only retreat dejectedly. He had come here today hoping to gain fame in Jiangnan, but things had taken such a turn.
"Boss Chu, there's no need to be upset. It's merely the loss of a general,"
Fatty Chen smiled. "A martial arts match is just for entertainment."
"Hmph!" Boss Chu said nothing more, merely snorting before sitting down. Everyone knew that today's competition would determine the status of various forces in Jiangnan.
After defeating Da Meng, Daoist Lin went on to defeat numerous other experts one after another, causing quite a stir.
"If you were to make a move, how confident are you of defeating him?" Old Master Zhao asked.
"Don't worry, Old Master. His strength is merely at the Great Accomplishment stage. It shouldn't be a problem."
With a detached gaze, Black Rakshasa stated, "As long as no Grandmasters appear, the championship of today's martial arts tournament will undoubtedly fall into the Zhao family's hands!"
"That would be for the best!" Old Master Zhao nodded, a look of joy appearing on his face.
Meanwhile, Little White Dragon approached Han Yunhai. "I wonder where Mr. Lu has gone. I haven't seen him. The martial arts大会 is at a crucial juncture. I hope Mr. Lu isn't delaying."
"He shouldn't be!" Han Yunhai waved his hand. "You don't need to feel too much pressure. Mr. Lu personally came to Bailong Town; there won't be any mistakes."
Little White Dragon nodded, his expression becoming more serious.
At this moment, Daoist Lin was a lone standout on the stage. Any expert who stepped up could not withstand him for more than three moves, drawing widespread attention.
"Who else? I ask, who else!"
Fatty Chen, not being discreet, repeatedly shouted from the main seat.
Boss Chu's face was ashen, filled with immense dissatisfaction.
Old Master Zhao gestured, and Black Rakshasa prepared to make a move.
But just then, a figure leaped into the air and landed on the stage. Clad in black, the person looked at Daoist Lin with disdain.
"Another one coming to their death!" Fatty Chen shook his head. "This is the ninth one!"
Daoist Lin had not paid much attention, but looking at the person before him, his mind trembled slightly. "Your aura is terrifying. Are you also a martial artist!"
Shen Bihai let out a cold laugh and moved with astonishing speed. Before Daoist Lin could react, he had already seized him.
Everyone was slightly surprised. The man in black was exceptionally strong. As they watched again, they heard a crack. Daoist Lin was killed instantly.
"Is this all the strength you possess?"
Shen Bihai's expression was cold, as if he hadn't taken the matter seriously at all.
On the main platform, the various big figures exchanged glances, filled with immense surprise. They had never imagined that such a formidable expert like Daoist Lin would be so insignificant in the face of the man in black.
"The martial arts大会, how can one kill so casually!" Fatty Chen stood up abruptly. "Are you perhaps provoking me!"
"Speak one more word, and you die!" Shen Bihai suddenly turned, staring directly at Fatty Chen.
His icy gaze, coupled with his boundless killing intent, shocked many of the influential figures on the platform.
"This person's skills are extraordinary. If you were to make a move, what is your confidence level?" Old Master Zhao asked.
"Thirty percent!"
Black Rakshasa stated frankly. "His aura is too strong, and his strength is not low. To have thirty percent confidence is likely quite good!"
Old Master Zhao frowned. If this were true, wouldn't they all be made to look foolish today?
"Brother, your strength is formidable. Would you be willing to join my faction!" Boss Chu smiled lightly. "I will never treat you unfairly in the future!"
Shen Bihai glanced at them with disdain. Though these individuals were prominent figures in Jiangnan, in his eyes, they were no more than ants.
"By the West Lake, who dares to act!"
Suddenly, Shen Bihai's voice rang out. "My junior brother died unjustly. How can I allow the perpetrator to escape legal punishment!"
Everyone was confused, but Han Yunhai's expression shifted.
He had known for a long time that Yang Beitian had powerful backing. He hadn't expected them to appear at the martial arts大会.
Lu Fan stood within the crowd, a slight smile on his lips. He had been searching for this aura, and now that it had appeared, he would not let it go easily.
"Who dared to act, reveal yourself!"
Shen Bihai's expression was cold as he looked towards the crowd.
Sensing the icy killing intent, many people stepped back. Only Lu Fan did not retreat half a step.
To prevent his identity from being exposed, Lu Fan wore a mask and walked step by step towards the stage. "Yang Beitian was killed by me!"
Lu Fan spoke each word with immense killing intent. Though his steps were light, no one dared to underestimate him.
"Mr. Lu!"
Han Yunhai suddenly stood up, revealing his joy. He had been worried earlier, but seeing Lu Fan, he was finally at ease.
"It seems he's here for revenge!" Boss Chu chuckled awkwardly. "I was just about to bring him under my wing!"