Chapter 33 - His Opponent Is Zhou Yun (1/2)

Lin Yun’s abstention had caused a storm of great influence.

His fight with Zhang Han was supposed to be the best duel of Group Six, which included the previous incident of ‘deception’, and drew the attention of many disciples from the Outer to the existence of Lin Yun in Group Six.

His abstention from such a much-anticipated battle naturally caused controversy.

But the storm passed soon in the full swing of the Midyear Gathering.

After all, everyone fought their own battle and every group had splendid duels, so the spectacular event continued.

Lin Yun had three battles then.

There results were without any exception that the others actively chose to abstain to save their physical strength when they encountered Lin Yun.

“Congratulations, according to the extra points that you’ve gained before in your winning streak. You are now qualified for the next round, and you don’t have to fight against others.”

After winning the seventeenth battle, the referee informed Lin Yun.

It could not be better that he did not have to fight the remaining thirteen duels.

Lin Yun completely idled down; he started to wander among different groups in order to learn more about his opponents of the next round in advance.

He had a better understanding of the whole Outer after watching others fight.

There was formidable adversaries in every group, whose existence also led him to dread.

The reasons was that he only joined the Outer lately.

His cultivation could not keep pace with others. The first three in each group had almost achieved the seventh-level cultivation of martial art, and some of them might be hiding their trump cards like him.

Thinking of it, he had hidden the trump card of the superior Flowing Wind Swordplay, and so did Zhang Han.

“My trump cards were not enough.”

Lin Yun came to a conclusion after he watched several battles.

With his current capability, he was worried that he had no grasp of winning and becoming a disciple of Inner.

One reason was that his cultivation was inadequate; the other was his unique skills were not enough.

Neither of the two reasons could be achieved in a short time and it would take time to settle.

Those formidable opponents like Zhang Han and Wang Ning had been cultivated for at least two to three years in the Outer.

He only took two months to make his current achievement after joining the Outer.

Lin Yun could be regarded as a miracle in Qingyun Sect.

Above all, he used to be the Sword Slave at the lowest social status, which made his achievements even more incredible.

But it was far from adequate, Lin Yun was lost in thought.

The light of the setting sun faded away as night approached.

All group matches were declared over.

The eighty people who were qualified to compete for positions as disciples of Inner had been selected out, and they stood under the hathpace.

The patriarch and some elders granted their rewards.

And the forty lower-ranking disciples began to draw lots one after another.

Due to his abstention as well as his quality, which was not prominent among the eighty, Lin Yun was also ranked among the last forty.

According to practice of the Sect, people who went to draw lots would surely feel uneasy.

The person who chose Hu Zifeng, the First of the Outer, would definitely be dumbfounded on the spot.

“Congratulations, Wang Lang, you chose the No.1 disciple of the Outer, Hu Zifeng!”

Just when Lin Yun was pondering, one of the elders read out the name of someone’s chosen opponent on the hathpace.

The man suddenly turned pale, he staggered a few steps and almost fell down.

There were four rounds of the knockout match. And a single failure would result in loss of opportunity.

The eighth-leveled cultivation of martial art was dreadful, which was an impassable gap indeed.

All the other disciples who hadn’t drawn their lots were obviously relieved, and turned to look at that unlucky guy with a creepy smile.

“Thank you, elders.”

Wang Lang muddled along without any aim, looking depressed as all his effort this year was in vain.

He had to wait for another year to be an interior disciple.

“Lin Yun, come up here and draw the lot.”

Hearing the call of elders on the platform, Lin Yun went up quickly towards the box of lottery.

The qualified disciples of the Outer in the front row were standing in line under the platform.

And there were more than two thousand unqualified disciples standing in density around a hundred meters behind.

It was such a great honor to stand on the stage with the attention of all people.

Lin Yun handed his lot to the elders, and then stood there waiting quietly.

After a short pause, the elder announced with a strange facial expression: “Congratulations, Lin Yun, you just chose the No.5 disciple of the Outer, Zhou Yun!”

His announcement caused an uproar.

“Come on! What a coincidence!”

“Tut-tut, what a lucky Sword Slave! He chose Zhou Yun in the first round of the knockout.”