Lin Xuan’s body screamed in protest as he pushed himself up from the ground. His muscles were sore, his qi reserves nearly depleted, but his eyes burned with determination. He had no time to rest.
Two days left.
He couldn’t afford to slack off. If he wasn’t prepared, Wang Renshu would crush him.
A VISIT TO THE MARTIAL HALL
After a quick recovery, Lin Xuan made his way to the Martial Hall, where disciples trained in different techniques. He needed to test his progress against real opponents.
The hall was packed with Outer Sect disciples practicing their sword techniques, fist arts, and movement skills. As soon as Lin Xuan stepped in, he heard a familiar voice.
"Oi, you! You’re the one fighting Senior Brother Wang Renshu, right?"
Lin Xuan turned to see a tall, burly disciple walking toward him. It was Deng Li, known for his brute strength and lack of patience.
Lin Xuan nodded. "Yes. Do you want something?"
Deng Li grinned, cracking his knuckles. "I heard about your crazy training. I want to see if you’ve actually improved!"
Before Lin Xuan could refuse, Deng Li shot forward, launching a heavy punch.
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Lin Xuan’s eyes sharpened.
Shadow Lightning Steps!
His body flickered to the side, dodging the attack with ease. He countered with a palm strike to Deng Li’s ribs, sending the big man stumbling back.
Deng Li coughed, rubbing his side. "Damn… that’s some serious speed."
Lin Xuan exhaled slowly. His movement was getting smoother, but it still wasn’t perfect.
Deng Li grinned. "Alright, kid. You might actually have a chance in your fight."
STRENGTHENING HIS QI
Lin Xuan didn’t waste a second. After training in movement techniques, he returned to his courtyard and focused on his qi control.
He sat cross-legged, circulating the golden energy from the inheritance. He could feel it pulsing within him, but it wasn’t refined yet. It was raw, powerful… but unpredictable.
"I need to stabilize it."
Closing his eyes, he concentrated on guiding the golden energy into his meridians. Hours passed as he slowly merged it with his own qi, making it more natural.
By the time he opened his eyes, night had fallen.
Lin Xuan clenched his fist. The power no longer felt foreign. It was his now.
THE FINAL TEST
On the last night before the battle, Lin Xuan met with Zhao Feng once again.
"Are you ready?" Zhao Feng asked.
Lin Xuan nodded. "Let’s find out."
Zhao Feng smirked. "Then don’t hold back!"
The two clashed instantly, their figures blurring under the moonlight. Lin Xuan dodged and countered, his movements faster than before. His strikes carried a sharper force, and each attack forced Zhao Feng to react with more effort.
After an intense exchange, Zhao Feng jumped back, panting. "Alright, alright! You win!"
Lin Xuan wiped the sweat off his forehead, his breathing steady. He felt… different. Stronger.
Zhao Feng grinned. "I’d say you’re ready."
Lin Xuan exhaled.
Tomorrow, he would step into the arena.
Tomorrow, he would fight for his life.