The most useless spiritual root at the beginning, I just want to play badly

Although this hidden weapon was not conspicuous, its exquisite design and streamlined structure seemed to better suit Lin Changan's needs. After a brief thought, he finally decided to take this crossbow into his possession.

"Then let's take this one." Lin Chang'an pointed at the crossbow and said with a hint of determination in his tone, "Help me pack this one up."

Seeing this, the waiter immediately nodded in agreement and started busying himself with wrapping the weapon for Lin Changan.

A few minutes later, Lin Changan got the crossbow and casually placed it into the system space. Although he didn't use it immediately, he still had some appreciation for this exquisite little object.

Lin Chang'an was walking back to the city, his eyes scanning both sides of the street when he suddenly spotted a ring erected in a nearby square, surrounded by a crowd. On the ring, several fighters were engaged in a fierce battle, the atmosphere was lively, and the spectators erupted in cheers and applause.

As he approached, Lin Chang'an heard people talking about the match. A passerby excitedly said, "This is a recent notice from the City Lord's Mansion, recruiting new members. Because the Demon Cult captured many people from the mansion, resulting in a talent loss, the City Lord's Mansion has begun organizing recruitment. This competition has already taken place several times, and today's match is particularly eye-catching."

"I see." Lin Chang'an understood. This method could not only test the new recruits' abilities, but also bring more talent to the City Lord's Mansion.

He walked towards the ring, his figure quickly obscured by the crowd. A duel was underway, the defender a man named Qin Tian. Qin Tian stood on the stage, his expression stern, his whole body radiating a powerful aura. He held a long sword, his posture as straight and upright as a pine or cypress.

"He took the Qi Gathering Pill!" someone whispered nearby, his tone full of shock.

Lin Chang'an smiled faintly, having already formed a judgment in his mind. The effect of the Qi Gathering Pill was obvious; it had enhanced Qin Tian's aura, greatly increasing his combat effectiveness in a short period of time. However, while this method could achieve victory in the short term, it would inevitably expose weaknesses in the long run.

At this moment, a young man stood up from below the arena. His temperament was completely different from Qin Tian's. His handsome face exuded a sense of righteousness. He was dressed in white and his gaze was firm. Lin Changan recognized his identity at a glance—Bing Hongbin, the son of the city lord.

"Bing Hongbin, come on!" Shouts came from the crowd nearby. It was obvious that everyone had high hopes for this young man.

Bing Hongbin stepped onto the stage, fully aware of the formidable opponent he faced, yet his eyes remained filled with fighting spirit. He gripped his sword tightly, ready to face the impending challenge.

"The first game begins!" With the referee's order, the game officially began.

The duel between Bing Hongbin and Qin Tian was incredibly intense, with sword energy surging and the atmosphere tense. Despite displaying considerable strength, Bing Hongbin still struggled under Qin Tian's pressure. Ultimately, in the first match, Bing Hongbin narrowly lost, while Qin Tian proudly raised his sword, earning cheers from the audience.

However, Bing Hongbin was not discouraged. He quickly stood up, his eyes determined, "I will continue to challenge!"

Lin Changan couldn't help but nod secretly when he saw this scene. He could see the integrity and indomitable spirit in Bing Hongbin. Such a person, regardless of whether he ultimately won or not, deserved respect.

The competition entered its second round, and Bing Hongbin and Qin Tian once again faced off on the ring. This time, Bing Hongbin significantly increased his offensive power, fighting Qin Tian with all his might. The two were evenly matched, ultimately ending in a draw. There was no trace of frustration in Bing Hongbin's eyes, but rather a firmer resolve to continue the challenge.

At this time, Lin Changan quietly approached the arena and stood beside Bing Hongbin. With a quick glance, he took out a talisman from the system space and gently handed it to Bing Hongbin.

"This is the booster spell I gave you. It can temporarily boost your aura, enhance your combat effectiveness, and help you defeat your opponent." Lin Changan said in a low voice.

Bing Hongbin was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Lin Changan to help him. He looked at Lin Changan gratefully and said, "Thank you, Holy Son."

Lin Changan nodded, his eyes still calm, as if he didn't care about all this.

The third match was about to begin. Bing Hongbin, ready, took a deep breath and silently recited the incantation. As the incantation's power was activated, Bing Hongbin's aura suddenly changed, his spiritual energy surged, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light. His swordsmanship also became more swift and fierce, and every move and form carried a powerful pressure.

Qin Tian felt the change in Bing Hongbin's aura and frowned slightly, but he remained calm and continued to confidently swing the sword in his hand.

"Come on, I'll wait for you!" Qin Tian sneered and prepared to face this new contest.

However, Bing Hongbin's state at this moment was clearly different from before. His sword flashes were getting faster and faster, his attacks becoming more and more powerful, and Qin Tian even felt a hint of pressure. Finally, under a fierce sword strike, Qin Tian's long sword was knocked away, and he was thrown back and fell to the ground.

"Qin Tian loses!" the referee announced loudly, and thunderous applause broke out from the audience.

Qin Tian stood up unconvinced, his eyes filled with anger, "You just got a lucky boost, how can you defeat me!"

However, Bing Hongbin ignored his roar and silently put away his sword, with a gleam of victory in his eyes.

Bing Hongbin stood at one side of the arena, staring intently at Lin Changan, his heart filled with admiration and respect. His recent victory had only strengthened his resolve to become a powerful warrior, and the mysterious man before him was the one he revered the most.

Just as everyone was cheering for Bing Hongbin's victory, a new opponent stepped onto the stage. This man, tall and handsome, dressed in a gorgeous robe, stood out from the crowd. The spectators immediately noticed his difference from the other contestants—his attire clearly didn't resemble that of an ordinary warrior, but more like that of a child from an aristocratic family.

"Look at that man, he should be the young master of the Xue family, right?" The audience on the side whispered.

Lin Chang'an frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the man's figure. The Xue family? He had heard some news about them before, a family with some influence in the city. While they weren't as powerful as some of the larger sects, they were also more than the average aristocratic family could match.

However, Lin Changan's attention did not stay on the reputation of the Xue family, but quickly shifted to a blood-red pill in the hands of the young master of the Xue family.