Chapter 6 Rising to Prominence

"Wang Lin, the Inner Sect Grand Competition will be in three days.

Take this Flying Sword and this jade talisman, and refine them over the next three days; it will increase your strength considerably."

With three days remaining until the Inner Sect Grand Competition, Sun Xuan called Wang Lin to his side and handed the refined Flying Sword and jade talisman into Wang Lin's hands.

A look of moving emotion flashed across Wang Lin's eyes as he solemnly stowed the two treasures away.

In his heart, he was even more determined to make Wang Zhuo pay.

Three days flashed by in a blink, and the Inner Sect Grand Competition arrived as scheduled.

As an Elder, Sun Xuan was also called to watch the matches.

First were the matches between this newly admitted batch of Inner Sect Disciple; overall, it was just amateur brawling with nothing much to see.

The most dazzling performance turned out to be that of Wang Lin and Wang Zhuo.

Among this batch of newly admitted Disciple, Wang Zhuo's strength was among the very top, and his attacks were vicious, showing not the slightest bit of mercy.

Not a single Disciple who sparred with Wang Zhuo left without injury.

As for Wang Lin, his strikes were extremely neat and efficient; those who sparred with Wang Lin could rarely hold out for more than a few moves before being defeated.

He used the Gravitational Technique in his hands with extreme proficiency, often not even needing the Flying Sword gifted to him by Sun Xuan, defeating his opponents solely with the Gravitational Technique.

After barely half a day's effort, only Wang Lin and Wang Zhuo remained among the newly admitted Disciple.

On the sparring platform, Wang Lin and Wang Zhuo stood facing each other.

"Wang Lin, I didn't expect trash like you to improve your strength so quickly. Presumably, that trash Master of yours spent a lot of resources on you.

It's truly a pity for those resources; using them on trash like you is pure waste.

But it ends here. Today, I, Wang Zhuo, will let you see what a true Genius is."

Hearing this, the coldness in Wang Lin's eyes grew even more intense.

Toward this Inner Sect Grand Competition, Wang Lin originally had no interest at all.

His sole purpose in participating in the Inner Sect Grand Competition was to deal with Wang Zhuo.

Seeing this, Wang Lin raised his hand with a gesture, and a small cyan sword materialized in Wang Lin's hand. Then, guided by the Gravitational Technique, it fiercely slashed toward Wang Zhuo.

The moment Wang Lin brandished the Flying Sword, Wang Zhuo's expression changed instantly.

This was because ordinary Disciple could not wield a Flying Sword before reaching the fourth layer of Qi Condensation.

Yet Wang Lin's cultivation base was clearly the same as his, merely at the second layer of Qi Condensation, yet he was actually able to wield a Flying Sword to fight enemies.

This couldn't help but cause Wang Zhuo's heart to sink.

However, for this Inner Sect Grand Competition, Wang Zhuo had also prepared quite a few trump cards.

They were originally meant to deal with those veteran Inner Sect Disciple and strive for a better ranking.

But after Wang Lin used the Flying Sword, Wang Zhuo was forced to deploy them early.

Wang Lin's Gravitational Technique was extremely proficient; although wielding the Flying Sword was somewhat strenuous, its power was not small.

A cyan sword shadow plummeted from the sky, and Wang Zhuo's expression changed drastically as he raised his hand to throw a jade talisman.

The jade talisman flashed slightly, and an earthy-yellow shield shadow materialized in front of Wang Zhuo.

"Chi!"

Hearing only a soft sound, the earthy-yellow shield blocking Wang Zhuo's front only managed to stall the sword shadow for a moment before directly shattering apart.

The jade talisman suspended before Wang Zhuo's eyes also instantly cracked into pieces all over the ground.

Then the Flying Sword fiercely pierced straight through Wang Zhuo's chest, and a mouthful of fresh blood immediately gushed out from Wang Zhuo's mouth.

With this sword, Wang Lin avoided Wang Zhuo's fatal points, so Wang Zhuo was only injured at the moment and did not lose his life on the spot.

For one thing, no matter what, Wang Zhuo was one of Wang Lin's relatives; secondly, the Sect Grand Competition did not allow fellow Disciples to slaughter each other.

Therefore, Wang Lin did not take Wang Zhuo's life.

Seeing Wang Lin extend his hand and press down, the powerful pressure of the Gravitational Technique instantly acted upon Wang Zhuo's body.

Wang Zhuo, who had just climbed up, was instantly pressed down with a "bang" sound, dropping to his knees on the ground.

"Wang Lin, what do you want to do?!"

Wang Zhuo never expected that he would lose. At this moment, being pressed by Wang Lin into a kneeling position on the ground, his eyes instantly turned bloodred as he roared angrily at Wang Lin.

"Wang Zhuo, back then in the Sect main hall, you publicly insulted my Master. Today, before so many fellow Disciples, apologize to my Master!"

Wang Lin's gaze was cold and piercing as he stared down condescendingly at Wang Zhuo and spoke.

"Don't even think about it! You trash merely relied on the advantage of a Magical Artifact to barely defeat me. If it weren't for that Flying Sword, I, Wang Zhuo, could defeat you with a flip of my hand!"

Wang Zhuo stuck out his neck, his hair disheveled, covered in blood, and looking like a malevolent ghost as he roared furiously at Wang Lin.

"Stubborn and unrepentant!

Today, I will crush your bones one by one and make you pay the price for what you said that day!"

Hearing this, a flash of cold light crossed Wang Lin's eyes as he exerted force with his hands. The Gravitational Technique was like a giant peak pressing down from above, compressing Wang Zhuo's entire body of bones until they creaked.

Everyone off the stage was dumbfounded.

No one had expected that this Genius Disciple, Wang Zhuo, would be defeated so easily in Wang Lin's hands.

"Enough!"

Right at this moment, Wang Zhuo's Master, Elder Daoxu, with a gloomy expression, raised his hand and waved out a stream of spiritual light, instantly breaking Wang Lin's Gravitational Technique.

Moreover, the remaining force did not abate, smashing toward Wang Lin's body with an unstoppable momentum.

"Hmph!

Senior Brother Daoxu, isn't it a bit too much for someone of your status to bully someone younger?"

Just as the spiritual light was about to strike Wang Lin, a cold hmph rang out, and a sheet of cyan light instantly arrived from behind Wang Lin.

In the blink of an eye, it dissolved the spiritual light that was about to hit Wang Lin.

Seeing this, Elder Daoxu opposite him flashed a look of surprise in his eyes.

Although that stream of spiritual light was something he casually cast, its power was not small.

He hadn't expected Elder Sun, who had always kept a low profile, to be able to catch it.

Daoxu suddenly felt that he was losing face, and with an even gloomier expression, he spoke:

"Junior Brother Sun, this Disciple of yours is far too vicious. Since he won, he won, so why must he resort to heavy hands to crush someone else's bones?"

Hearing this, Sun Xuan chuckled lightly and said:

"Matters between juniors—why should you and I interfere too much?

Furthermore, this Disciple of yours has repeatedly spoken insolently and brought disgrace to the Sect. Wang Lin disciplining him on your behalf is only right and proper.

Don't you agree, Senior Brother Daoxu?!"

Hearing this, Daoxu's expression changed abruptly as he glared at Sun Xuan and shouted furiously:

"You…"

Before his words finished, Master Huanglong, who was at the side, shouted out:

"Enough!

Take your respective Disciples down.

The Inner Sect Grand Competition continues."

With Master Huanglong speaking, Daoxu had no choice but to resentfully shut his mouth.

However, his expression was unsightly to the extreme.

Meanwhile, Master Huanglong's gaze toward Wang Lin carried a look of satisfaction.

Zhang Kuang's previous death had left the Inner Sect lacking an elite Disciple, causing Master Huanglong considerable headache as he wondered who to put forward for the exchange sparring with the Xuandao Sect four years later.

He hadn't expected Wang Lin to suddenly burst forth today, displaying no weak talent.

This caused Master Huanglong to develop the thought of thoroughly cultivating Wang Lin and then using him to fill the vacancy left by Zhang Kuang.

Although Wang Lin seemed to have borrowed the power of the Magical Artifact Flying Sword to defeat Wang Zhuo,

being able to wield a Magical Artifact Flying Sword at the second layer of Qi Condensation was already a manifestation of strength in itself.

Next were the matches of the veteran Inner Sect Disciple; newcomers like Wang Lin had no need to enter the arena again.

However, the title of newcomer champion for this Inner Sect Grand Competition had already fallen upon Wang Lin.

Along with it, Sun Xuan, who had always been looked down upon by his fellow Disciples in the past, saw his status rise considerably.

However, Sun Xuan didn't care about these superficial titles at all. Anyway, this Hengyue Sect could only exist for another four years anyway.

Once the four years were up, it was bound to be destroyed by the Xuandao Sect.

Within these four years, elevating his strength was Sun Xuan's primary goal.