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He fell to the ground under the ring with a bang.

Zhao Hao immediately struggled to get up.

"Haha, Zhao Hao, you also have failures."

"This Zhao Hao is not that great. He was actually defeated by Lin Haiyang."

……

In the stands, many spectators burst into laughter and mocking voices.

After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Zhao Hao slowly stood up.

Seeing this, Lin Haiyang's face suddenly darkened.

"Zhao Hao, what's wrong? You still want to fight me? Don't forget what Elder Lin said just now. Whoever of you can't hold on first will lose." Lin Haiyang said coldly.

As soon as Lin Haiyang said this, Zhao Hao's expression instantly froze and stiffened.

"Junior Brother Zhao Hao, give up. This is the rule."

"Yes, Junior Brother Zhao Hao, don't be so stubborn."

Several members of the Lin family hurriedly tried to persuade them.

"Damn it! Hateful!" Zhao Hao clenched his fists, feeling extremely angry.

However, Lin Haiyang was right. According to the agreement, if Zhao Hao couldn't hold on any longer, even if he lost, he would have no way to go against Lin Haiyang's will.

"Brother Zhao Hao, we admit defeat!"

Several disciples of the Lin clan hurried over and helped Zhao Hao down to rest and heal his injuries.

Warm applause suddenly broke out around the ring.

The shouts of the Lin clan disciples were even more deafening.

"Alright, the sixth round of assessment is over, and the winner is Elder Yang's disciple, Chen Haoyu!"

"Elder Yang's disciple, Chen Haoyu, wins!"

As the referee's voice sounded, the noise around the square suddenly became much quieter.

"Lin Haiyang, it seems that you have high expectations for your disciple." The great elder Lin Zhengnan, who was sitting in the VIP area, smiled.

"Well, he should be able to pass the test this time." The Great Elder nodded.

In the opinion of Lin Haiyang and other elders, Chen Haoyu should be a sure winner.

"I hope so." The Great Elder murmured.

Lin Haiyang and the Great Elder's gazes were once again focused on the arena.

In the arena.

"Zhao Hao, you have already lost. Admit defeat. Otherwise, once I attack you, you will probably suffer serious internal injuries." Lin Haiyang stared at Zhao Hao.

"Hmph, then go ahead and try it!" Zhao Hao said with a firm expression and gritted teeth.

Zhao Hao knew that Lin Haiyang’s attack was very powerful, but as long as he continued to resist and delay, he would lose when he couldn’t hold on any longer!

"Since you are so stubborn, I will grant your wish!"

As soon as Lin Haiyang finished speaking, he quickly mobilized his spiritual energy and merged it into the sword.

Rumble!

A dazzling light suddenly flashed on the long sword, blindingly bright.

next moment.

"The eighth move of the Nine Mysterious Swords, Ghost Cry and Wolf Howl!"

"go with!"

With a loud shout from Lin Haiyang, Lin Haiyang, holding the sword, slashed directly at Zhao Hao with a terrifying power like a raging storm!

In an instant, the air seemed to be torn apart, making it suffocating!

"What kind of attack is this?"

Many members of the Lin clan around the arena were startled.

Such terrifying attack power is difficult to possess even for an ordinary Huagang realm cultivator!

boom!

Accompanied by a loud roar and explosion, the long sword chopped down Zhao Hao with overwhelming force.

puff!

Zhao Hao vomited blood and fell to the ground again, with blood gushing out of his mouth.

"Hiss."

Lin Haiyang couldn't help but gasp when he saw this.

"Zhao Hao actually lost again? The power of Lin Haiyang's move just now was too exaggerated, right?"

"Although Zhao Hao lost to Lin Haiyang, this level of attack power is still terrifying!"

"Yes! As expected of Lin Haiyang's direct disciple!"

……

All the members of the Lin clan sighed and lamented.

In the arena.

Zhao Hao, lying on the ground, had fallen into a coma.

"I lost……"

Zhao Hao's weak voice slowly came out of his mouth.

Although Zhao Hao was unwilling, he did lose, and he also understood that he was indeed no match for Lin Haiyang, so he chose to admit it.

"you lose."

Lin Haiyang said these three words indifferently, then put away his sword and left.

Lin Haiyang's face was full of pride.

"Zhao Hao lost? Has this year's disciple assessment finally come to an end?"

"Lin Haiyang, Lin Haiyang won!"

"Lin Haiyang actually won? How is this possible!"

Suddenly, cheers and shouts rang out around the ring, and the scene was boiling.

Lin Haiyang is recognized as the number one talent among these contestants!

His performance is destined to be recorded in the history of the Lin clan!

……

On another stage.

"Lin Haiyang actually won? How is this possible!"

Lin Dongyang's face was pale.

He originally thought that his son Lin Donghui would win, but he didn't expect that Lin Haiyang's strength was much stronger than Lin Donghui!

"Dad, what should we do?" Lin Dongyang looked at his father beside him.

"Let's wait and see." Lin Dongyang frowned slightly.

In the arena.

Chen Haoyu looked at Lin Haiyang outside the ring and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Lin Haiyang, I didn't expect that you have become so strong." Chen Haoyu whispered.

Chen Haoyu knew that if he fought alone, he would never be a match for Lin Haiyang.

Lin Haiyang's cultivation resources and skills are far superior to his, and Chen Haoyu has long been aware of this.

He was not surprised that Lin Haiyang could beat him.

"Chen Haoyu, admit defeat. You have tried your best." Lin Haiyang said lightly.

"How could I, Chen Haoyu, admit defeat?" Chen Haoyu's eyes were firm.

Seeing this, Lin Haiyang said no more.

Then, Lin Haiyang showed his sword: "If that's the case, then let's continue!"

"Come on!" Chen Haoyu also showed his weapon.

"Nine Swords of the Mysterious Underworld, the ninth move, the Sword of the Underworld!"

"kill!"

Lin Haiyang rushed directly towards Chen Haoyu, and at the same time swung the sword in his hand fiercely.

Swish!

The sharp sword light cut through the sky with extremely terrifying power, like a dragon extending its claws, and suddenly struck forward.

The power of this sword is much more ferocious than before, as if it can destroy the world!

"Hiss, this sword seems to be even more powerful!"

"Can Chen Haoyu handle it?"

……

When Lin Haiyang attacked with his sword, the members of the Lin clan around him couldn't help but gasp.

"Lin Haiyang, this move is indeed very powerful, but I'm not bad either. Nine Swords of Xuanming, the seventh move, Xuanming Ghost Fire!" A cold light flashed in Chen Haoyu's eyes.

In an instant, the Yuan Ling in Chen Haoyu's Dantian began to circulate wildly and poured into the long sword.

"call out!"

Black flames erupted from the long sword, like a giant beast, crashing into the oncoming sword light.

boom!

The collision of sword light and flames caused wave after wave of terrifying aftermath, sweeping out and even causing ripples in the barrier surrounding the arena.

boom!

After the swords of both sides clashed, Chen Haoyu was knocked back several steps.

"Chen Haoyu, do you still want to fight?" Lin Haiyang asked coldly.

"I... I give up." Chen Haoyu shook his head.

He lost, and there was no reason for him to continue fighting.

"Thank you." Lin Haiyang bowed.

After all, Lin Haiyang is the elder of the Lin clan, so he naturally knows how to respect his juniors.