Chapter 13 - Su Ziyao (1/2)

Inside the Trigger Hall, there was an uproar.

No one expected that Chen Xiao, a senior outer disciple, would lose to Lin Yun.

What shocked them most was that the swordplay Lin Yun used to defeat Chen Xiao should be the Flowing Wind Swordplay.

Flowing Wind Swordplay was well-known throughout the whole Qingyun Sect.

Although it was a middle-level swordplay, once one mastered it, its power even surpassed that of a high-level swordplay.

It was said that it was an incomplete script of an innate swordplay. Since some chapters were lost, it was assessed as a medium martial art.

The former disciple who had mastered this swordplay should date back to over a hundred years ago.

As sophisticated as Lin Yun was, he knew that there must be a reason Chen Xiao suddenly came to make trouble.

It was not safe here. He should leave now.

“Who allowed you to go?”

A chilling voice arose behind Lin when he hadn’t gone far.

Then the noisy Trigger Hall quieted down immediately.

Lin Yun felt a fatal threat at the time, so he stopped walking in a hurry.

He turned around and threw a punch without hesitation.

It was a killing move of Tiger Fist, Tiger Worshipped by All Beasts!

A warm current poured in his fist from the pubic region, which made his fist had a combination power with swordplay. The fierce boxing wind, like unparalleled light of sword, burst into a piercing whistle.

This was already the strongest power Lin Yun could exert in such a hurry.

Bang!

When the two fists bumped, Lin Yun muttered a painful groan, feeling that his whole right arm was almost broken.

Lin Yun was flown backwards, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, the strength of the sword-like fist neutralized most of the inner power from the opponent. Otherwise, all his internal organs might have been broken.

Even so, Lin Yun could barely come to a stop after backing dozens of steps.

In the event of a few more steps, Lin Yun would bump into Su Ziyao.

Lin Yun looked up and saw a man in a cyan gown with a cold face, who looked kind of like Zhou Ping.

“Zhou Yun!”

All outer disciples in the Trigger Hall gasped with fear. They never expected Zhou Yun would be here.

Zhou Yun was beyond Chen Xiao’s reach. He could rank top ten of all outer disciples every year.

He already reached the seventh level of martial practice, which was extremely terrifying.

So he was considered to be a strong competitor for indoor disciples in this mid-year assessment. It was rare to see him show up in front of ordinary disciples.

“Brother Zhou, I beg you to slaughter this sword slave. I want him to die!”

Chen Xiao, who was supported by others, came to Lin Yun and said viciously as if only by swallowing Lin Yun could relieve his hatred.

He lost to a sword slave in front of so many outer disciples. This was terrible humiliation for him.

Zhou Yun cursed in his heart, “Chen Xiao, you really suck! You can’t even defeat a sword slave.”

Zhou Yun did not intend to deal with Lin Yun on his own originally. He meant to hide in the dark and watch.

But things didn’t go smoothly.

Lin Yun turned the tide with his Flowing Wind Swordplay, which made Zhou Yun lose three of his Body Refining Elixirs.

Zhou Yun had no choice but to do it himself.

But now Zhou Yun had some doubts in his heart, because he already put 70% of his inner power in that punch, and it was a sneak attack, he didn’t expect that sword slave could withstand it.

Lin Yun was only a fourth-level practitioner!

“You are very bold, sword slave. You were just competing kung fu. How could you injure your peer so badly? If you abolish your cultivation right now, I will spare you!”

Looking at Lin Yun with a condescending attitude, Zhou Yun said indifferently.

With these words, his momentum of seventh level of martial practice pressed toward Lin Yun.

Boom!

Lin Yun immediately felt the enormous pressure coming from all directions. He couldn’t even move.

Seeing Lin Yun was still trying to resist under his overwhelming momentum, Zhou Yun snorted, “Kneel down!”

The powerful momentum from Zhou Yun strengthened again. Lin Yun’s heart jolted like getting struck by the lightning.

Lin’s legs were trembling. Under his opponent’s powerful cultivation, Lin Yun felt like an ant.

Fragile and vulnerable.