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

“If memory serves me correctly, he was humiliated by Zhou Yun in Trigger Hall before, and he said he would challenge him in two months.”

“Seems like you got what you wanted, ha-ha. Let’s see how he can abstain from the non-renounceable knockout match this time.

It was beyond everyone’s expectation that Lin Yun would pick his sworn enemy, Zhou Yun by luck.

Zhang Han, who was standing close to Zhou Yun, chuckled slightly: “Senior Zhou, I didn’t expect that you were chosen by the Sword Slave. I heard that you two had a bit of a history?”

“I don’t care. Whatever grudge the Sword Slave used to hold against me cannot change the result that he will be completely defeated.”

Zhou Yun said coldly with a straight face.

“Huh, that’s ominous. Ma Kui, the one who was on his knees, also said that before.”

Zhang Han took pleasure in the so-called coincidence, and continued to ridicule him.

Chuu!

As soon as his voices faded away, he sensed a piercing stare towards him.

It was Zhou Yun, who suddenly turned sullen.

All of a sudden, enormous pressure hit Zhang Han fiercely like tsunami.

How powerful!

There was only a fine line between him and the eighth-level martial art.

“Are you comparing me with the wreck, Ma Kui? Are you laughing at my strength, or are you satirizing that I would get down on my knees as well?”

Zhou Yun said coldly.

Zhang Han smiled embarrassedly and said in a hurry: “I dare not, I promise. You are being too serious, Senior Zhou.”

“Then just shut up!”

Zhou Yun only responded with a snort.

The Outer disciples nearby had all perceived Zhou Yun’s homicidal intent. Even Hu Zifeng, who stood in the first place, looked at him curiously.

Knowing the mighty power of Zhou Yun, they looked at Lin Yun on the stage and shook their heads slightly.

Lin Yun was also taken aback by the result.

But with a calm state of mind, he knew that things would be invariably unavoidable, and he would do his best.

After all, it was too early to be sure of who the winner is.

Chuu!

At the moment of his looking up, Lin Yun’s gaze met Zhou Yun’s.

They contended with each other and neither gave way to the other.

The tensed connection of their eyesight filled other disciples with a sense of anxiety.

“Menial Sword Slave!”

Anger welled up within Zhou Yun. How arrogant the Sword Slave was to provoke him on the spot!

He only considered the challenge two months ago as a joke.

If it wasn’t for Su Ziyao that day, he would have defeated Lin Yun easily.

It was unexpected that two months later, Lin Yun chose him in the knockout round in front of the whole Sect.

The commanding eye contact of Lin Yun made him feel out of sorts in front of thousands of people in the Sect.

“Well, you may leave now.”

The elder of the Sect saw that they were secretly saving up strength and neither of them would admit defeat. Realizing the tension between them, he interrupted the bout of their imposing manner.

Lin Yun knew that this would be a desperate fight.

The result of failure may not be just the elimination of him.

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After all the lots were drawn, the elder said: “Well, the random draw is over. All of you have been fighting for a whole day in the group stage, so you must be exhausted now. Some of you were even seriously injured and cannot recover in a short period. Therefore, we have decided that the knockout will begin fifteen days later. We hope you all have a good rest and fight at your best without regret.”

Fifteen days?

Lin Yun was slightly stunned. It was supposed to be a five-day break, so something unexpected must have happened this year.

The serious injury of some unknown disciples added ten days of rest, which might be the chance of a lifetime for him.

Lin Yun began to think about the strategies to deal with his opponent after returning to the wooden hut.

He could not estimate Zhou Yun’s strength because he did not show his abilities in the group match.

He could only tell that there was a fine line between his quality and eighth-level cultivation.

He just entered the realm of sixth-level martial art, and it was already hard for him to face the seventh.

His was under higher pressure when facing Zhou Yun, a martial artist who had almost achieved eighth-level cultivation.

The imposing pressure brought by a higher realm was as heavy as chaos, and he might not even be able to move if his vigour was suppressed.

Even with the superior Flowing Wind Swordplay, he did not have a grasp of winning.

“No, I need another trump card to compete with him.”

Speaking of trump cards, the incomplete copy of Innate Martial Art, The Fist Position of Tigers and Dragons immediately popped up in Lin Yun’s mind.