Unparalleled Sword Emperor/C17 The First Victory in the Clan Competition
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C17 The First Victory in the Clan Competition

Today marked the annual Clan Competition for the Ling Family's young disciples, turning the plaza into a sea of people. The air buzzed with endless chatter, creating an atmosphere of unmatched excitement.

In the past, a colossal Essence Measuring Stone would have been the centerpiece of the plaza, but now it was nowhere to be seen, replaced by four expansive Battle Platforms.

Across the way, the Ling Family Patriarch and three elders sat in elevated seats, their faces lit with welcoming smiles.

"Today, we gather for the Ling Family's Clan Competition. I extend my heartfelt thanks to all who have joined us," Ling Tianba announced, rising to address the throng with a warm smile. His voice boomed like thunder as he continued, "To the disciples participating in the competition, please proceed to the stage to draw lots. This will determine your Battle Platform assignment. Then, the champions of each platform will vie for the ultimate victory."

At his cue, a multitude of Ling Family disciples surged toward the first Battle Platform to draw their lots.

Ling Yunfan drew the first Battle Platform, while his cousin Ling Hong drew the second, Ling Jie the third, and Ling Xuan also the first.

"It looks like our clash will come sooner than expected," Ling Xuan remarked to Ling Yunfan, his tone laced with significance.

Ling Yunfan responded with a light chuckle, "Indeed, I'm eager to see just how strong you've become."

With that, he descended from the Battle Platform.

Once everyone had drawn their lots, the three elders and Ling Tianba assumed their roles as judges and observers at the Battle Platforms. Ling Tianba spoke up again, "The first match on the first platform will be Ling Yunfan versus Ling Chong."

Ling Yunfan was taken aback by the announcement; he hadn't anticipated being the first to enter the fray.

"What are you waiting for? Get up here!" Ling Chong called out, his impatience evident as he beckoned to Ling Yunfan from his position on the Battle Platform.

"Coming," Ling Yunfan replied, a smile playing on his lips as he stepped forward to face his opponent.

Ling Chong, confronted with Ling Yunfan's peculiar demeanor, felt an unsettling panic. It was as if Ling Yunfan exuded an eerie aura that overwhelmed him, a sense of being utterly outmatched. Though faint, the sensation was undeniable, and Ling Chong was certain it was no trick of the mind.

Rumors had been swirling that Young Master Yunfan had regained his once-legendary cultivation talent, and his powers had grown significantly stronger. Today, it appears those rumors are indeed true. Still, it remains to be seen who is the stronger between you and me." Ling Chong, poised and ready for combat, could no longer stand the stillness. With a thunderous roar, he unleashed the full force of his Body Refining Level Seven strength, launching an attack on Ling Yunfan, who stood motionless.

Ling Yunfan simply shook his head and casually extended his right hand to fend off the incoming assault.

"What's Ling Yunfan up to? Even with his cultivation talent restored, isn't this level of arrogance a bit much?"

"Exactly, he's trying to fend off an opponent with just one hand!"

"Has his cultivation level surpassed Body Refining Level Seven? He's so brazen!"

"It's not necessarily so. He might have an ace up his sleeve, or perhaps he's just bluffing."

As Ling Yunfan's effortless defense caught the spectators' eyes, the crowd erupted into a chorus of speculation.

Even Ling Tianba, seated in a place of honor, was taken aback by the display.

Tap, tap, tap... Ling Chong's attacks were relentless and fierce, yet inexplicably, they seemed to have no impact on Ling Yunfan. In fact, Ling Yunfan managed to effortlessly catch all the blows with a single hand.

"How can this be? Impossible! How can my attacks be so easily parried with just one hand?" Ling Chong, utterly overpowered by Ling Yunfan's one-handed defense, cried out in shock.

"Wuwaa!"

His words barely had time to echo before he was sent hurtling through the air with a pained scream.

Having dispatched Ling Chong with a single punch, Ling Yunfan then strolled to the edge of the Battle Platform and addressed him, "My cultivation has reached Body Refining Level Nine, while you are merely at Level Seven. It's only natural that you're no match for me. Moreover, without any trump cards, you shouldn't dream of probing the strength of an adversary whose capabilities you don't fully grasp with mere physical attacks."

With that, Ling Yunfan descended from the platform, all eyes fixed on him in awe.

"Is this truly Young Master Yunfan? How has he become so formidable?"

"Right, wasn't he just at Body Refining Level Six before? How on earth did he jump to Level Nine in a mere month?"

"I must be dreaming. This can't be real."

As Ling Yunfan swiftly concluded the battle and disclosed his cultivation level, the audience erupted in astonishment once more. Many among them couldn't bring themselves to believe that the events unfolding before their eyes were genuine.

"Hahahaha... Ling Yunfan takes the first victory on the Battle Platform!" On the other side, Ling Tianba, now over his initial shock, stood up, his face alight with excitement, and announced with great enthusiasm.

Realizing that Ling Yunfan's cultivation had reached Body Refining Level Nine, equal to Ling Xuan's, Ling Chong, sprawled on the ground, felt a measure of relief.

Meanwhile, Ling Xuan, spectating with keen interest, regarded Ling Yunfan with a newfound seriousness, his entire being radiating with battle intent.

Following Ling Yunfan's victory, Ling Hong, Ling Jie, and others also secured wins in their first matches.

"The second battle will feature Ling Xuan against Ling Qiong," Ling Tianba's voice boomed once again.

Upon being called, both competitors promptly made their way to the Battle Platform.

"My strength far surpasses the average practitioner at Body Refining Level Nine, but what about you, Ling Xuan? Are you average or something more? I'm quite eager to find out. Show me what you've got!" Ling Yunfan mused with anticipation as he watched from the sidelines, ready for the battle between Ling Xuan and Ling Qiong to commence.

Shortly thereafter, the two combatants on the Battle Platform wasted no time, launching their attacks without preamble.

It was clear to see that Ling Xuan, closing in on his opponent with rapid strides, had his fists clenched, with traces of swirling wind wrapped around them. Ling Qiong was doing much the same.

"Qi Fist."

Ling Yunfan, a scion of the Ling family, immediately recognized the martial technique employed by both fighters.

Bang!

"Argh!"

As their techniques clashed, Ling Qiong, merely at Body Refining Level Seven, was overpowered and sent hurtling through the air by the formidable force of Ling Xuan's strike. Accompanied by his cries of pain, he crashed outside the Battle Platform, signaling his defeat.

"Ling Xuan is victorious!" Ling Tianba declared the outcome without delay upon witnessing the match.

"He truly lives up to his reputation as the foremost among the Ling family's younger generation. His strength is remarkable."

"Absolutely, Ling Xuan's prowess is undeniable. It's likely he'll take the top spot on this Battle Platform."

"I'd say he's even set to claim the title of number one in the Ling family's Clan Competition."

The consensus was that Ling Xuan's win came as no surprise, and many were already speculating about the inevitable victor of the Clan Competition. This reaction was worlds apart from the commentary that followed Ling Yunfan's previous victory.

Despite the apparent partiality in these remarks, Ling Yunfan remained unruffled, continuing his meditative cultivation with eyes closed, as if the matter was of no concern to him.

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