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"Lin Yue, how dare you injure my brother! Below the stage, Wang Liang's older brother, the strongest member of the Wang Clan, Wang Yun, had a dark and gloomy expression on his face. He let out a roar as he clenched his teeth and shouted.

Lin Yue squinted his eyes and snorted. He said with disdain: "If I can defeat Wang Liang with one punch, I can do the same to you. Wang Lun, if you can block three of my punches, I will consider you awesome! Do you dare to let me hit you three times!? "

Wang Yun wanted to say something, but an elder suddenly stood up and said: "Lin Yue, we are fighting in an all-out battle, why should we let you punch three times first?! Could it be that you only know this technique!? "

Hearing the elder's words, everyone's eyes lit up, thinking that Lin Yue actually dared to participate in the competition, probably because of this method.

The other clan disciples who were in the second round all heaved a sigh of relief, the punch Lin Yue used was just too tyrannical, they knew that if they met head on, they would be in for a lot of trouble.

"Lin Yue, Wang Yun, you will fight for the top four places." The expert in charge of adjudication announced and retreated.

"The heavens are truly helping me, Lin Yue, take my punch!"

His strong body was like a huge wild beast, pouncing ferociously towards Lin Yue. His muscular arms were like pythons that were ready to pounce, and his hammer-like fists were thrown straight at Lin Yue.

"Wang Clan Hammer Fist Technique!"

Looking at the royal luck on the fist, everyone felt that it contained a shocking power that was hard to suppress, as if it could explode at any time.

The Wang family excelled in qi arts. Wang Yun's Hammer Fist Technique was also very powerful. His fist strength had reached 7500 jins! Even a silver wolf could be smashed into meat patties with a single blow.

"Lin Yue this brat is still not turning into a meat patty!?", the pale faced Wang Liang was supported by someone, seeing this scene, his eyes shot out a look of joy.

Below the stage, Bai Yucheng's pupils constricted, revealing a faint hint of disappointment.

"Lin Yue …" Yao's expression changed slightly as he clenched his small hands.

"Brother Lin Yue!" Outside of the crowd, Chu Ling'er followed Chu Yang and rushed over, upon seeing this scene, her eyes instantly widened, and she cried out involuntarily.

"Haha, Ling'er, you've come to cheer for me! You don't have to worry about me, just watch Brother Lin Yue send this guy flying! "

Hearing Chu Ling'er's voice, Lin Yue, who was on the stage, was immediately startled. Not only did he not show any fear on his face, he also looked at Wang Yun's fist that was smashing towards him.

The stronger you are, the more advantageous it is to wash off my reputation as a good-for-nothing!

"Martial Soul, it's up to you!"

Lin Yue's face surged with a craziness. He, who never had any self-confidence, was currently arrogant and proud. Facing the powerful might of the luck of the kings, he suddenly rushed forward against the current!

"Open for me!"

The shout was like a clap of thunder, shocking everyone below the stage until they felt dizzy.

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Thunder Fist Qi, five consecutive sounds, formed into a huge clap of thunder, a wave of power that felt like thunder exploded out of Lin Yue's fist.

"Crack!"

As the two fists crossed, Wang Yun's arm shook and his entire arm suddenly shrank backwards. From his shoulder, a ghastly bone could be seen, accompanied by fresh blood that gushed out, forming a terrifying scene …

Wang Yun's body that was rushing forward could not handle Lin Yue's punch anymore and flew back, falling below the stage. He spat out two mouthfuls of blood, and fainted.

Below the stage, there was a deathly silence.

It was too shocking!

What kind of power was this!? The Wang Family's Hammer Fist Technique, known as the number one hard body technique in the Eastern Forest Region, was actually ended by Lin Yue using a fist strike!

This punch of Lin Yue's, was at least eight thousand years of strength!

As for the elders of the Lin Family, all of them had faces full of shock, and expressions of disbelief, as they stared at the youth who was only fourteen years old.

The eyes of Lin's Patriarch Lin Nan lit up, and he secretly clenched his fist. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he suppressed the excitement in his heart.

"Five Thunderclaps!" Oh my god, Lin Yue unleashed five thunder claps! My Lin Family, another genius has appeared! "

Lin Feitu was also dumbstruck. He also heard the power of Lin Yue's punches.

Amongst the young generation of Lin's, only his eldest grandson Lin Hsing was able to accomplish such a feat. However, very quickly, he revealed a cold smile.

He was confident that as long as this second grandson took out his trump card, Lin Yue would definitely lose. The champion would definitely be Lin Qiang!

"Little Sister Ling'er, wait until I become the champion, I have something to say to you." Lin Yue's face carried a trace of pride, and at the same time, his eyes became exceptionally bright. He had been waiting for this moment for a very long time.

Chu Ling'er revealed a happy expression when she saw Lin Yue send Wang Yun flying with a single punch. Hearing Lin Yue's words, the girl strongly nodded her head and said loudly, "Brother Lin Yue, you will definitely win!"

"The next battle, Lin Yue against Zhao Feng!"

Zhao Feng was a sixteen-year-old teenager that was one head taller than Lin Yue. With a gloomy expression, he looked at Lin Yue and laughed sinisterly: "Don't think that you can become the champion just because of your brute force, our Zhao Family's Qingyan Body Art is so powerful that you cannot hit me. You are doomed to lose!"

"Is that so?"

Lin Yue smiled, revealing a mysterious smile.

Hehe, when you see this daddy's speed, I'm afraid the sh * t will be scared out of your wits!

Zhao Feng made his move. The Zhao Family's green smoke movement technique was unique. When it moved, it was like a green smoke was materializing in the air. This speed made it impossible for the enemies to track them.

"Tch!" The posturing technique is useless! "

Lin Yue's pupils constricted as he locked onto Zhao Feng's real body. He activated Thunder Fist and rushed towards the east.

"Hmph, you want to hit me? Do …" "Ahhh!"

Before Zhao Feng finished his "dream", he suddenly let out a miserable scream. Then, his body was blown away like a blue smoke. After landing on the ground, he rolled seventy or eighty feet away and finally stopped.

One punch!

Lin Yue wins!

Lin Yue had only used a single punch to defeat three people in a row!

"No way, the two champions were both killed by Lin Yue! Is Lin Qiang in danger!? "

The people below the stage, who had originally predicted that would become the champion, would be turned over with a single punch from this piece of trash who was least optimistic, and this made them faintly anticipate whether Lin Yue would go all the way through the explosion and kill Lin Qiang as well!?

Right now, only Lin Yue and Lin Qiang were left on the stage.

One of them wanted to bring honor to the Lin Family, and the other wanted to slap the face of the two who were both born with the same origin made the feelings of the Lin Family clan elders somewhat complicated.

"Lin Yue, you have indeed surprised me a little. A trash like you was actually able to enter the finals, but it's over now. I will cripple you, and then, make you a complete trash once again! "And I will bring the Nether Enlightenment Token to pursue a stronger world."

Lin Qiang stood with his hands behind his back, and his arrogant face was filled with disdain.

Finishing his words, Lin Qiang's expression turned cold. His body suddenly emitted a red light and a brutal bear soul appeared. Then, it fused into his body and Lin Qiang's aura instantly tripled!

"Martial Soul!"

"Bear Martial Soul!"

"Lin Qiang is actually a Martial Soul warrior!"

Everyone opened their eyes wide, looking at Lin Qiang's berserk Qi, the power of the Martial Soul, was able to raise the strength of warriors by a lot. Right now, Lin Qiang's strength was equivalent to the strength of a peak Grade 8 Martial Disciple! The strength of one punch weighed 8500 Jin!