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

Wu Di's strength was originally higher than Lin Zhifeng's, even though he possessed the Water and Fire Swords.

However, that was when Lin Zhifeng was in the early stage of the Golden Core realm. Now, he had temporarily broken through to the middle stage of the Golden Core realm on the battlefield. Wu Di no longer felt so at ease fighting him. Several times, because he was too slow to dodge, he was swept by Lin Zhifeng's sword wind and suffered some minor injuries.

Their group is evenly matched. If this drags on, it will simply come down to who has higher cultivation and who can hold out longer, who will have a better chance of winning.

Lin Jun, engrossed in the game, decided to start a betting game to liven things up. He still favored Lin Zhifeng, after all, that guy was incredibly audacious.

Unfortunately, his betting scheme never took off.

The reason is simple: most of the people in the Sword Sect are honest to the point of being somewhat dull-witted. His "fellow acquaintances" are willing to get involved, but unfortunately, they don't understand anything and blindly side with Lin Zhifeng to win.

How can a betting game be run without an opponent?

While Lin Jun lamented that it wasn't fun, Lin Zhifeng had already won.

He was always quick-witted when he played holographic games, and he realized that if the game dragged on any longer, he was afraid he would lose.

So, despite the risk of injury, he took the blow to the shoulder. As Wu Di's sword pierced his body, he used his muscles to make the sword go straight into his shoulder joint. He then endured the pain and used the two bones of the joint to clamp Wu Di's sword between them.

Now Wu Di only has two choices:

One option is to abandon his sword and fight bare-handed. Since Lin Zhifeng's left-handed sword is already upon him, if he doesn't dodge, he'll be struck squarely. And if he chooses to abandon his weapon at this point, he's essentially doomed to defeat.

The second option is to twist the sword in one swift motion, crippling Lin Zhifeng's right arm. Then, use the sword to block part of Lin Zhifeng's left-hand sword attack. This would result in both sides suffering heavy losses.

Therefore, who wins and who loses is still unknown.

Lin Zhifeng's actions were somewhat risky; he was betting that Wu Di would make the first choice.

And in fact, he actually made the right bet!

Wu Di is a gentleman.

He believed that the Sword Sect's internal competition should be kept within reasonable limits. There was no need to hurt people for a small reward.

If he chooses the second option, even if he wins, it will be a Pyrrhic victory. Furthermore, he doesn't want his fellow disciple to suffer such a serious injury.

Although Lin Zhifeng can wield a sword with both hands, losing his right hand might not be a big deal.

But the more this happened, the less Wu Di wanted to hurt him. People from the sect should cherish him and not harm him.

Therefore, he withdrew from the battle without hesitation, saying, "I concede!"

Lin Zhifeng, having succeeded in his scheme, felt a pang of shame upon seeing Wu Di's apparent kindness. Had he really been so shameless in his pursuit of the system's luck points?

However, since things have come to this, I will remember Wu Di's kindness and repay him in the future when I have the chance.

Lin Zhifeng deftly sheathed his sword, pulled out Wu Di's sword, wiped it clean, and presented it to Wu Di with both hands, saying, "Senior brother, you are too kind!"

Wu Di readily accepted his sword, adding, "You absolutely mustn't take such a risky move in the upcoming matches. Those rewards are just material possessions, and rankings are nothing but empty titles. Don't be too attached to them, understand?"

Lin Zhifeng was so moved that he nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Seeing that he was obedient, Wu Di said, "Go and get some treatment quickly, don't leave any lasting effects. You're the only one among the younger generation of our sect who wields dual swords, so we must protect you well!"

Lin Zhifeng obediently went to the medical team for treatment.

The medical team was led by the Ninth Elder's son, Senior Brother Lin Hai, who was already at the Nascent Soul stage.

Senior Brother Lin Hai personally stopped the bleeding and performed an advanced healing technique. He instructed him to immobilize the affected side and abstain from alcohol and certain foods until he fully recovered.

As Lin Zhifeng thanked them, he thought to himself: Oh no, I won't be able to eat at the Zhenxiu Restaurant again today!

After recovering from his injuries, Lin Zhifeng returned to where his good brothers had gathered. Everyone rushed over to comfort him.

Lin Zhifeng said apologetically, "Thanks to Senior Brother Wu Di's mercy and Senior Brother Lin Hai's personal treatment, I am now mostly recovered."

Only then did everyone feel relieved.

Lin Jun said, "Little Lin, you were too reckless. You almost lost an arm."

Feng Ping, who had successfully avoided relegation thanks to him, couldn't help but scold, "You're not going to the outer sect just because you lost, so why are you working so hard? If you hadn't been lucky enough to meet Senior Brother Wu Di, try it with someone else? They would have crippled you!"

Lin Zhifeng said, "Brothers, I was really wrong! I don't know what came over me at the time, I got a little carried away and got stuck on one thing. I won't do it again!"

After saying that, he added apologetically, "Brother Lin Hai just told me not to drink alcohol or eat meat, so I'm afraid I'll have to delay everyone again. Our get-together will probably have to be postponed."

Lin Jun flicked his forehead and scolded, "What time is it? Still thinking about food? We can eat a few days later. We've already waited for you for so many days. Besides, there will probably be a draw for the next round of 25 people. Knowing your nature, you'll probably get a bye this time."

Others chimed in, "That's right, that's right."

A short while later, the elders announced that the twenty-five winners would go up to draw lots.

Lin Zhifeng casually drew a card with his left hand, and sure enough, he got a bye again.

He then stood below the ring to watch the match.

There's practically no one on the field weaker than Lin Zhifeng right now. Aside from a few seeded players who quickly won their matches, the others played evenly and very excitingly.

The final twelve winners, plus Lin Zhifeng, made a total of thirteen people.

To be honest, the Sword Sect is too casual. Even a theoretical competition would have been better than the previous one, where they narrowed it down from thirteen to ten. I don't know if the elder in charge was trying to be lazy, but they still used a lottery system.

The twelve who had just won were numb, each wondering if they would be the one eliminated at the last minute. Everyone had begun to accept that Lin Zhifeng was one of the ten who would be eliminated, and the others would have to compete for the remaining nine spots.

It has to be said that if this sect competition were to determine who is the luckiest, then Lin Zhifeng would definitely be number one.

Let's skip the lottery process and look at the results directly. As expected, Lin Zhifeng has made it into the top ten.

Lin Zhifeng felt a little guilty at this moment, after all, if the three senior brothers who had just been eliminated were to beat him, it would be a piece of cake.

Lin Jun and his friends didn't care about anything else and cheered. If Lin Zhifeng hadn't been injured, they would have tossed him into the air in celebration!

The elder presiding over the competition announced: the top ten will compete in a single round-robin tournament a week later, and the final ten will be determined by their scores.

Lin Jun and the others spent the whole day with him, and although they didn't get to eat a big meal, they were all very excited. They figured they'd definitely get one next time, so why not treat it as a celebration banquet for Lin Zhifeng making it into the top ten? Wouldn't that be great?

Everyone happily went home.

Qingfeng shed many tears because of Lin Zhifeng's injury. While wiping away his tears, he busied himself with changing Lin Zhifeng's clothes. He even said that he would stay in Lin Zhifeng's room that night to take care of him in case the young master's arm was still inconvenient.

Lin Zhifeng smiled and said he was fine; he wasn't used to having someone in the room when he slept. Besides, he needed to check the progress of his system task, so he ultimately declined Qingfeng's offer and sent him away.

When Lin Zhifeng was alone, he opened the system control panel. Sure enough, the rewards for entering the top ten of the sect competition had been distributed. He gained another fifty luck points. His total luck points reached eighty-one, and after deducting the ten points from upgrading Little Koi, he still had seventy-one usable luck points left.

Lin Zhifeng was smug, feeling that he was one step closer to the next upgrade.

However, he also knew that he could no longer get rewards through the sect competition, since today's top ten were all due to luck.

After the sect competition ends, I should hurry up and cultivate to break through to the Nascent Soul stage as soon as possible.

Lin Zhifeng was about to close the control panel and take a break, after all, he had played two games today and was injured.

The system popped up at this moment, "Master, your points have now exceeded fifty, and you have obtained the purchase permission of the beginner system shop. You are injured now, would you like to spend one point to exchange for a high-grade healing pill? This high-grade healing pill is very useful, even if Master's arm is completely broken, it can grow back."

Lin Zhifeng exclaimed in surprise, "Such a good thing? Isn't this high-grade healing pill like a magic pill?"

He suppressed his curiosity and asked the system, "What other good things are in the shop? Let me see quickly."