A great emperor master every day—the good-for-nothing young master is having a blast!

All eyes were on the illusory Fu Lin, watching helplessly as Fu Lin's fist pierced through his chest.

A dark red source of energy dissipated backward, leaving shocking wounds on the illusory Fu Lin's body.

If it were an ordinary person, that punch would have killed them instantly.

Fu Lin felt a sharp pain in his left arm and shakily withdrew his fist.

The punch, delivered with all his might, severely injured the illusory Fu Lin, but also severely injured himself.

Both arms have lost their mobility, and if he wants to continue fighting, he can only rely on the remaining source energy.

After rounds of battles, having successively defeated the illusory Chen Yue and the illusory Fu Lin, the remaining source power in his source sea was about to run out.

From a distance, Chen Yue saw Fu Lin's tired face through the illusory wound on Fu Lin's chest.

He then knew that Fu Lin was also putting on a brave face, and it was only a matter of time before he collapsed.

The illusory Fu Lin is seriously injured, and a large amount of source energy is needed to fully heal him.

Chen Yueyuan had less than one-sixth of his source energy left, so where would he find the energy to repair the illusory Fu Lin's body?

So all they could do was watch as the illusory Fu Lin gradually dissipated, and wisps of dark red source energy drifted into the air, wandering across the vast Tianyuan Continent.

Throughout the entire battle, Chen Yue was in much better condition than Fu Lin.

The two illusory replicas of the Source took on too much harm for him.

Chen Yue himself did not engage in a fierce battle with Fu Lin, and his injuries were less severe than Fu Lin's.

In contrast, Fu Lin's physical condition was marked by several bloody holes left after being pierced by ice spikes, and both arms were severed after fighting the illusory Fu Lin.

Even their auras began to become unpredictable, and anyone with discerning eyes could basically predict the outcome of this battle.

Although it's hard to believe, the facts are undeniable.

A Source Master at the Sun Wheel Realm actually lost to a Spirit Mansion Realm cultivator.

Especially Fu Lin's master, who never imagined that his disciple would face failure, and the geniuses from various sects present.

They were mostly Spirit Mansion Realm cultivators; not even a half-step Sun Wheel Realm cultivator could be found.

His disciple, Fu Lin, is a true Originator of the Sun Wheel Realm.

Despite such extraordinary conditions, it still ended in failure.

If he hadn't witnessed the entire battle, he would never have believed it.

The real reason for Fu Lin's defeat was not that he was too weak, but that his opponent was too monstrous.

The two fakes that Chen Yue conjured were ones that even he had never seen before.

But his intuition told him that it was definitely not an ordinary technique.

As the person who knows Fu Lin best, there is no point in continuing to stand on the stage.

Because he knew that Fu Lin had already given his all in the previous battle, but still hadn't been able to defeat his opponent, leaving him covered in injuries.

Even if we continue, the outcome will not change.

The other four people remaining on the field stood tacitly at a distance, not interfering in Chen Yue and Fu Lin's affairs.

They knew that even if they intervened, the other side would immediately stop them.

The four are evenly matched, and no matter how much they fight, they cannot determine the outcome of this battle.

Shen Ye, who had lost the ability to fight, struggled to open his eyes and check the situation on the field.

Seeing that Chen Yue had gained the upper hand, a smile appeared on his lips.

Everyone from the king-level forces present was amazed by this disciple from the Xuan Yun Holy Land.

The king-level forces in the Lingyuan Mountains were particularly surprised, as they had never heard of such a figure emerging from the Xuanyun Holy Land in all this time.

All eyes turned to the location of the Xuan Yun Holy Land, and the fervent gazes filled everyone with a sense of pride.

The back of the Taoist Xuanyun, bent for many years, straightened as straight as it could be at this moment, and he slowly stroked his long white beard.

He stood at the very front of the crowd, striking a pose like a hermit sage.

The elders were even more exaggerated, going so far as to visit other king-level forces and shower Chen Yue with praise.

Sun Rui and Wu Yonghuai, as old friends of Chen Chu, were very pleased with Chen Yue's performance on the field.

All previous worries vanished, and he finally understood why Daoist Xuanyun wouldn't harm Chen Yue.

Such talented disciples are too good to be true, let alone be eliminated.

The two uncles couldn't help but feel proud of their nephew's success.

At the same time, Chen Yue on the stage slowly walked up to Fu Lin.

He sincerely advised, "The situation is already very clear, just admit defeat."

Fu Lin said defiantly, "Impossible..."

Chen Yue asked in confusion, "Both of your arms are broken, and your injuries are very serious."

"What are you waiting for if you won't admit defeat? Use your remaining, insignificant source energy to resist me?"

Fu Lin's expression remained resolute. Although he was reluctant to admit Chen Yue's words, he was indeed right.

Continuing to fight would do him no good, as he could clearly sense that Chen Yue's aura was on par with his own.

Putting aside the difference in cultivation level, Chen Yue's current condition is undoubtedly better than his.

"Let's use one last move; the battle between us is not over yet."

Fu Lin mobilized the last bit of source power within his source sea, condensing several azure blue arms behind his back—this was the limit of what he could do.

After launching this attack, he will most likely lose consciousness and collapse on the spot.

Even so, Fu Lin was unwilling to admit defeat. Only after this move would the outcome be clear.

Chen Yue never expected Fu Lin to be so persistent, looking at the several arms rising behind him.

His aura surged to its peak, and he gripped the Heavenly Crimson Hammer tightly with both hands, pouring all the remaining source power into it.

This hammer blow was also Chen Yue's final strike, and the contest between the two would come to an end at this moment.

With a roar that shook the heavens and the earth, Fu Lin's fist slammed towards Chen Yue like a meteor.

Confronting him was a giant hammer engulfed in flames, its surface constantly burning with dark red source energy—Chen Yue's final will to defy Fu Lin.

The two attacks collided, each strike causing the battleground to tremble and crack in the ground.

The four people standing not far away didn't dare to breathe loudly at the sight, for fear of affecting Chen Yue and Fu Lin.

Chen Yue gripped the Heavenly Crimson Hammer tightly and swung it with all his might for the last time.

In front of everyone present, he ruthlessly smashed the arm that Fu Lin had conjured.

Fu Lin coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell backward, completely losing consciousness.

A flame ignited from Chen Yue's right hand, and the Heavenly Crimson Hammer returned to the mark on Chen Yue's right hand.

Chen Yue had only a trace of source energy left in his body. Apart from some pain in his arms, he felt no other abnormalities. He slowly straightened up and breathed rapidly.

"I...I won."

Chen Yue looked at Fu Lin in disbelief, never expecting that he could defeat a Sun Wheel Realm expert on his own without any help from anyone.

Just then, the entire arena cheered for Chen Yue, celebrating the end of the third battle.

Chen Yue slowly looked at the two opponents who were not yet eliminated, his eyes seeming to say, "We are the victors in this battle."