That idiot from the Sword Sect turned out to be a lucky charm.

As the competition progressed to the end that day, 102 players remained.

Just as Lin Zhifeng had predicted, the 102-to-100 elimination was decided by drawing lots.

Without a doubt, Lin Zhifeng has definitely made it into the top 100.

The two "unlucky ones" who lost the draw at the end of the battle broke down completely.

Lin Zhifeng consistently received byes, which initially went largely unnoticed. However, he consistently failed to play. As the number of eliminated players dwindled, his behavior became increasingly conspicuous.

A discerning person, with a little attention and a bit of thought, would realize that such a lucky individual had infiltrated this place.

Who wouldn't be jealous?

Especially those who were eliminated at the last minute simply refused to continue, and the two of them went to the person in charge to question the fairness of the competition system.

The elder in charge of the Golden Core stage disciples' competition smiled slightly: "What? Don't you know? For cultivators, luck is also a form of strength. They advanced based on their own ability, what objection do you have?"

After speaking, the elder's smile faded, and he looked at the two people seriously, saying coldly, "Or do you think I'm helping him cheat, and are questioning my character?"

The two men were startled and quickly said, "No, no! Elder, you are a man of noble character and have always been fair and just. We have no doubt about that. We were just a little resentful that some people made it to the finals without even competing once. Since the elder said that luck is also a kind of strength, then we understand and have no further objections."

The elder said, "That would be for the best!" He then glanced at the two of them and slowly said, "From now on, you two should focus more on your cultivation. Since you're a bit less lucky, you need to have absolutely formidable strength. Do you understand?"

The two unlucky guys understood that this meant they had to work twice as hard when they were unlucky.

They quickly replied, "Understood! Thank you for your guidance, Elder."

After this little incident, those who had made it into the top 100 but had previously expressed disdain for Lin Zhifeng's luck all restrained their expressions.

The elder announced that the top one hundred people would come here in three days to draw lots to determine their opponents.

When Lin Jun and the others learned that Lin Zhifeng had actually made it to the "finals," although they were already used to it, they were still very happy for him. After all, this was the best result for these "underachievers."

Everyone said, "We must come and cheer for Lin Zhifeng. We'll stay here until Lin Zhifeng loses."

Lin Zhifeng was used to everyone looking down on him. It didn't matter; they would see who was the best on the field.

He has been following the competition closely these past few days and has discovered several formidable opponents.

For example, Jin Nan, the disciple of the Second Elder, is a swordsman in the late stage of the Golden Core realm. He wields a two-handed sword with great force and is very domineering and fierce.

There are also the Sixth Elder's disciples, Shui Yun and Sister Shui the Lawyer. These twin sisters are both late-stage Golden Core swordsmen of the water element. Both sisters are very powerful and are strong contenders for the top ten.

There's also Elder Yang Guang, the son of the Ninth Elder. Although he inherited Elder Yang's mantle and studied medicine, his wood-based swordsmanship at the late Golden Core stage is also quite formidable.

There's also Wen Xing, the disciple of the Second Elder, and Shen Wuji, the disciple of the Fourth Elder...

These were all people he couldn't defeat—not only because of the vast difference in their cultivation levels, but also because they were all among the best of the younger generation in the sect, possessing exceptional talent and rich combat experience. Lin Zhifeng, on the other hand, had a low starting point, short cultivation time, and zero combat experience, so it was normal that he couldn't win.

"Anyway, I won't be able to draw them, so it's not a big problem," said Lin Zhifeng, the Little Koi.

Three days later, Lin Jun and his group arrived at the arena early. This time, Lin Zhifeng was finally going to compete. Although they didn't think Lin Zhifeng would win, the brothers had to give him the proper respect.

Lin Zhifeng calmly went up to draw lots, and as expected, he didn't draw any of the "seed players".

Lin Zhifeng's opponent in this match was an ordinary inner disciple without a master. He was a late-stage Golden Core swordsman specializing in fire magic.

Of these hundred people, only Lin Zhifeng had the cultivation level of the early Golden Core stage.

Therefore, Lin Zhifeng's opponent felt very lucky; this match was practically a free win. He was two minor cultivation levels below Lin Zhifeng's; if he still lost, he might as well give up on being an inner disciple.

This opponent, named Yu Bin, was usually quite eloquent. At this moment, he spoke to Lin Zhifeng in a familiar manner, saying, "Junior Brother Lin, why don't you just admit defeat? Otherwise, I'm afraid I might accidentally hurt you during the match later."

Lin Zhifeng himself had practiced fire-based swordsmanship and knew that Yu Bin was just an ordinary inner disciple with limited resources. He guessed that Yu Bin, like him, had also learned advanced swordsmanship from the Scripture Pavilion.

Lin Zhifeng had also happened to watch one of his matches before, so he knew his swordsmanship routines very well.

Moreover, Yu Bin is clearly underestimating his opponent.

Lin Zhifeng himself is a water-type, which naturally counters fire-type.

Therefore, Lin Zhifeng really does have a chance of winning against him.

Lin Zhifeng clasped his hands and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Yu. I appreciate your kindness. However, I wanted to learn more from you through this battle, so I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. Please go all out, Senior Brother. If I get injured as a result, I will not blame you."

Yu Bin had initially hesitated to harm Lin Zhifeng, fearing he might get into trouble because Lin was the sect leader's son. Seeing Lin's ungratefulness, he thought, "Then don't blame me for being impolite! Swords have no eyes. Everyone saw it in public. I advised you to give up, but you wouldn't listen. Don't blame me if you get hurt."

At the elder's command, the competition officially began.

The audience at the top of the arena for the fight between Lin Zhifeng and Yu Bin was large—mostly Lin Zhifeng's friends and family.

Lin Jun and the others stood below, each of them holding their breath for Lin Zhifeng.

Lin Zhifeng, however, remained remarkably calm.

He drew his Crane Cry Sword, made a starting gesture, and said to Yu Bin, "Senior Brother Yu, please!"

When Yu Bin saw that his sword was actually the Crane Cry Sword, one of the four treasures of the Sword Sect, his envy and jealousy almost overflowed.

He thought darkly, "These privileged classes, isn't it all because they have good fathers? Everyone else gets swords under ten zhang long, but he got the treasure of the mountain. There's no way there isn't something fishy going on here!"

Actually, he wronged Lin Zhifeng and also misunderstood the Sword Sect. The Sword Sect's selection of swords is extremely fair!

After all, Lin Jun, who was also from the privileged class he mentioned, almost returned empty-handed back then. Moreover, the only "Blazing Fire" that he drew was a spirit sword located ten feet below the Sword Tomb.

Prejudice is not formed overnight, nor is it caused by one or two events.

Since Yu Bin was convinced that Lin Zhifeng was abusing his privileges and harbored jealousy, he wanted to take drastic measures to curb Lin Zhifeng's arrogance. Ideally, he wanted to beat him so badly he'd be utterly humiliated.

Therefore, he immediately unleashed a powerful move – Blazing Inferno.

Lin Zhifeng knew the power of this move and dodged it the moment Yu Bin made his move. Because of this successful prediction, Lin Zhifeng narrowly avoided the attack.

Seeing that his first attack missed, Yu Bin unleashed another area-of-effect attack skill – Mountain of Knives and Sea of ​​Fire.

This attack has a larger range than the previous one, and Lin Zhifeng probably won't be able to dodge it by simply trying to avoid it.

Yu Bin secretly wanted to see him burned beyond recognition.

Unfortunately, Lin Zhifeng did not do as he wished.

Lin Zhifeng knew this move was difficult to dodge, so he didn't try to dodge it.

If you can start fires, then I happen to be a water-based character, specializing in extinguishing fires.

So Lin Zhifeng used a rather energy-consuming area-of-effect attack skill – Overwhelming Force.

A gigantic wave suddenly rose up, extinguishing the sea of ​​fire that Yu Bin had unleashed, and then surged towards Yu Bin with its powerful waves.

Even though Yu Bin dodged in time and avoided a direct impact without sustaining any injuries, he was completely soaked from head to toe by the rushing water. Coupled with his already unattractive appearance—a pointed face and monkey-like features—his drenched state made him look so comical that it was almost unbearable to look at.

Lin Jun and his gang were no good people. They were worried about Lin Zhifeng getting hurt, but now that they saw Lin Zhifeng gaining the upper hand and making his opponent look so pathetic, they all burst into laughter.

Yu Bin became even more furious at the laughter of these "underachievers"—you trash who can't even stay in the league, what right do you have to laugh at me?

So he channeled his grief and anger into motivation, and became even more ruthless in his attacks.

Lin Zhifeng knew that he was far inferior to Yu Bin in terms of energy and stamina. A protracted battle was definitely not an option; he had to win by surprise.