C57 Instant Kill Zhou Lei

Lin Xuan's agility was lightning-fast, and his strikes were equally swift.

Su Ya's face contorted in alarm, his heart pounding with shock.

But it was too late to evade; he could only react instinctively to defend himself.

A resounding crash echoed.

Su Ya was overwhelmed by an immense force he couldn't bear. His body was sent flying as if struck by a boulder, landing uncontrollably in the square.

Looking at his fractured arms, Su Ya could only muster a bitter laugh.

Lin Xuan lived up to his ruthless reputation.

Yet, compared to Wang Kui's severe injuries before, Su Ya fared relatively well.

He made his way through the crowd, seeking treatment for his wounds.

"Lin Xuan wins this round and advances to the top five!" the referee declared from the arena.

The crowd erupted in astonishment.

All eyes were on Lin Xuan, filled with amazement.

They had witnessed his formidable power once more.

He had taken down Su Ya in a single move.

How powerful was he, truly?

The crowd pondered in silent awe.

Perhaps only Chen Yuze could push Lin Xuan to reveal the full extent of his capabilities.

With all eyes upon him, Lin Xuan leapt from the arena and rejoined the onlookers.

He glanced at the attribute panel in the Void before him, noting the surge in energy points, and gave a slight nod of approval.

Indeed, the greater the shock he delivered, the more energy points he reaped.

In the upcoming bouts, he resolved to continue dispatching his opponents swiftly.

Lin Xuan silently affirmed his strategy.

The competition for the top three spots pressed on.

Before long, the last two matches concluded.

As expected, Guan Yuanshuang and Chen Yuze joined the ranks of the top five.

But Lin Xuan's performance had already set the bar.

Their matches failed to stir the same excitement.

They could only offer wry smiles in response.

Their misfortune was to encounter a prodigy like Lin Xuan.

Next to him, they seemed insignificant.

Deacon Zhang's voice resonated across the arena:

"The top five contenders are now confirmed.

The third round will proceed.

We move on to the clashes that will decide the top three.

First up, Lin Xuan versus Zhou Lei!

Gentlemen, please ascend to the arena!"

The crowd buzzed with anticipation.

Almost every eye in the room converged on them.

They hadn't anticipated just how fierce the competition for the top three spots would be.

The opening match was a showdown between Lin Xuan and Zhou Lei.

Lin Xuan, the rising star, was blessed with exceptional talent.

Zhou Lei, on the other hand, was a seasoned Outer Sect expert.

Apart from Chen Yuze, there was no one in the Outer Sect who could rival him.

Now that Chen Yuze had advanced to the Qi Transformation Stage, he was likely to move on to the Inner Sect after the tournament.

The title of the premier expert of the Outer Sect should have been Zhou Lei's for the taking.

But Lin Xuan's emergence had changed the equation.

The clash between these two was highly anticipated. Who would emerge victorious?

The crowd was buzzing with excitement.

Zhou Lei's eyes swept over Lin Xuan, who remained unfazed.

His demeanor caught everyone off guard.

Did Lin Xuan really regard Zhou Lei as unworthy of his concern?

This thought only heightened the audience's anticipation for the duel.

Irritated by the attention Lin Xuan was getting, Zhou Lei let out a cold snort.

They were about to step into the ring, and he was determined to best Lin Xuan!

The two combatants made their way to the stage.

"The match begins now!" declared Deacon Zhang.

He stepped aside, his eyes gleaming with expectation.

As a newcomer, Lin Xuan had already secured a string of victories.

Facing a true top-tier Outer Sect master, could he keep his winning streak alive?

Deacon Zhang was just as eager to see the outcome.

Zhou Lei didn't launch an immediate attack but spoke with a grave tone:

"Junior Brother Lin, as a newcomer, you've certainly demonstrated your strength.

But your experience is limited, and the next tournament will truly be your time to shine.

This round should be your limit."

"You think you can make me stop? Impossible!" Lin Xuan retorted with a scoff.

He wasted no more words and launched his attack.

Lin Xuan stepped forward, bearing down on Zhou Lei like an unstoppable boulder.

The air howled in his wake, seemingly tearing apart under his formidable power.

"Let's put it to the test, then!" Zhou Lei barked back, knowing that further talk would be futile.

Only by proving his strength could he make his point.

Zhou Lei unleashed a punch with ferocity.

"Rock Cracking Punch!"

As Zhou Lei's fist tore through the air, it crackled and burst, its power striking terror into the hearts of those who witnessed it.

The disciples in the plaza shuddered at the sight.

Truly, he was the second strongest in the Outer Sect; most at the Peak of the Qi Gathering Stage couldn't hope to withstand such a blow from Zhou Lei.

Even if his strength fell short of the Qi Transformation Stage, it surely wasn't far behind, was it?

Their gazes quickly shifted to Lin Xuan.

With Lin Xuan's notable strength, it was expected he would face Zhou Lei head-on.

So, who would prove the stronger of the two?

The answer was about to be unveiled.

Eyes filled with anticipation followed the two combatants.

In the arena, Lin Xuan acknowledged his opponent's effort.

"Not bad in terms of power," Lin Xuan remarked coolly, "but still not enough."

"Tyrant Fist!"

In an instant, Lin Xuan closed the distance to Zhou Lei.

Lin Xuan's punch, too, was unleashed.

His fist's force resonated through the air, emitting a series of chilling, tearing sounds, as if he could rip through the very fabric of the void.

The might behind Lin Xuan's punch was fearsome beyond compare.

Then, their fists met in a collision.

A deafening blast echoed throughout the space.

Shockwaves, like visible ripples, spread in every direction, pushing many disciples in the plaza to stagger back.

The two on the stage were even more astounded by the sheer force.

Such was the strength of the residual impact—how immense then was the true power of the attack?

A collective sense of awe struck everyone present.

Back on the stage, Lin Xuan withdrew his fist and stepped aside, his demeanor as calm as if the clash were a mere trifle.

Zhou Lei, however, stood frozen for a brief second before a scream escaped his lips. He was sent flying like a ragdoll hit by a cannonball, crashing down off the stage.

A mouthful of blood spewed from Zhou Lei's lips, his right arm clearly broken, his injuries severe.

The scene plunged the arena into a hushed stillness.

Eyes widened, faces frozen in disbelief, it took several moments for the crowd to process what had happened.

Then, a chorus of sharp intakes of breath filled the air.

The excitement in the arena reached a fever pitch.

"Am I dreaming?"

"Zhou Lei, the second strongest in the Outer Sect, just went down like that?"

"Zhou Lei was taken out in a flash?"

"Can this even be real?"

"Surely he's not just putting on an act, is he?"

The crowd was abuzz with astonishment as they watched Lin Xuan standing victorious and Zhou Lei, significantly wounded on the platform. They were utterly stunned.

They had anticipated a thrilling clash.

They had even considered the possibility of Lin Xuan emerging victorious.

But they expected a fierce battle that would last at least ten minutes, didn't they?

Yet, what was the outcome?

Zhou Lei was swiftly and decisively defeated by Lin Xuan!