On the arena stage.
"Is this the effect of the Blood Boiling Art?"
Lin Xuan looked at Zhang He, raising an eyebrow with a hint of seriousness.
The power of this Blood Boiling Art exceeded his expectations.
With Zhang He's qi and blood, after activating it, he could reach the late stage of the Aperture Opening Realm.
He estimated that if he himself were to use it, he'd at least reach the peak of the Aperture Opening Realm, right?
If used well, it could serve as a decent trump card.
As for Zhang He at this moment, through the Blood Boiling Art, he had boiled his qi and blood, barely reaching the late stage of the Aperture Opening Realm.
Compared to a true late-stage Aperture Opening Realm martial artist, he still fell short.
But he far surpassed the mid-stage Aperture Opening Realm.
Not to mention the early stage.
That's why everyone present didn't favor Lin Xuan.
Yet Lin Xuan remained calm, only slightly more composed.
"To gain more energy points, I'll need to show a bit more strength this time," Lin Xuan thought to himself.
On the surface, he remained expressionless.
Across from him.
Zhang He, feeling the surging power throughout his body after activating the Blood Boiling Art, couldn't help but laugh out loud.
His confidence had returned.
Though he felt some stiffness and pain.
Compared to the immense power now, it was nothing.
Facing Lin Xuan to claim first place, he was now full of confidence.
Looking at Lin Xuan, he laughed loudly:
"Lin Xuan, I told you, I would win this match!
Now, it's time to make it happen!
Fall!"
With that, Zhang He charged at Lin Xuan like a boulder, crushing layers of air, reaching Lin Xuan in a single breath.
His speed was extreme.
Many Aperture Opening Realm martial artists on the field could only see a blur, their expressions shifting slightly.
They felt even more regretful for Lin Xuan's fate.
"Mountain-Shaking Fist!"
Zhang He shouted, throwing a punch.
It was the same technique, with the same level of mastery.
But now, executed by Zhang He, its power had surged, several times greater than before.
The fist's momentum shook mountains, its might unmatched!
"Is this your trump card?"
At that moment, Lin Xuan's mocking voice rang out.
Lin Xuan shook his head and said coldly:
"With this, you're far from defeating me!"
Then, he too threw a punch.
"Jade-Shattering Fist!"
It was the same technique as before.
But now, its mastery had greatly increased, its power terrifying.
Several times stronger than before.
The surrounding crowd erupted in uproar, greatly shaken.
So Lin Xuan had also hidden much of his strength.
Perhaps, from start to finish, no one had forced Lin Xuan to reveal his true power?
Thinking this, everyone was deeply shocked.
At the same time, they gained a bit more confidence in Lin Xuan.
Though still not optimistic, they no longer thought Lin Xuan would definitely lose.
Across from him, Zhang He, sensing the power of Lin Xuan's punch, also changed expression slightly.
He couldn't believe it.
Lin Xuan had knocked him flying with a single punch earlier, nearly sending him off the stage and losing, yet he hadn't even used his true strength.
So how high was his talent?
Zhang He felt he couldn't even imagine it.
But he quickly recovered.
No matter how strong the talent?
In this match, he still had to lose!
The winner would still be him.
He didn't believe that no matter how talented Lin Xuan was, he could cross two realms.
The next moment, under the gaze of everyone present.
The two fists collided with a bang.
A deafening explosion rang out.
Echoing across the square, lingering long.
Then, the two separated.
This time, Lin Xuan didn't stand still but retreated repeatedly.
He retreated a full seven or eight meters before barely stabilizing.
The crowd sighed inwardly.
Indeed, no matter how strong the talent, it couldn't match true cultivation realm.
In this match, Lin Xuan would still lose...
But before they could think further, Zhang He, who had been standing still, suddenly changed expression drastically.
Pfft!
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
That wasn't all; then, blood sprayed from all over Zhang He's body, staining him like a blood-soaked figure.
Horrifying.
With a scream, Zhang He flew back like a torn sack, crashing off the stage with a dull thud.
Watching this scene.
Everyone's expressions froze on their faces.
The arena instantly fell into dead silence.
Almost everyone stared blankly at the scene, filled with shock and disbelief.
It took several breaths before people gradually came to their senses.
Hiss...
Then, a wave of sharp intakes of breath spread across the entire square.
The arena erupted into chaos.
"What the hell, am I seeing things?"
"Zhang He, at the late Aperture Opening Realm, was sent flying by Lin Xuan, who's at the early Aperture Opening Realm, with one punch?"
"This is too strong!"
"No wonder he's the top genius of Qingyu City!"
"With this strength, among the younger disciples of Qingyu City, no one can match him!"
"..."
The crowd buzzed with discussion, but their eyes were all fixed on Lin Xuan.
Full of disbelief, incredulity, and immense shock.
Because the scene before them was too stunning.
Zhang He had used some method to reach the late Aperture Opening Realm.
But even if it wasn't as good as a true late-stage, it was still far stronger than the early stage.
Yet, in a direct clash with Lin Xuan, who had only broken through to the Aperture Opening Realm less than a month ago.
Lin Xuan retreated seven or eight meters.
This was the farthest Lin Xuan had retreated in the competition so far.
But Zhang He was covered in blood, turned into a blood-soaked figure, and flew off the stage, losing on the spot.
Far more miserable than Lin Xuan.
Originally, everyone thought Zhang He might win this match.
But the result was the complete opposite.
Lin Xuan crushed Zhang He.
The gap between imagination and reality was so vast that everyone was utterly shocked, unable to believe it for a long time.
Even after coming to their senses, the intense shock in their hearts didn't fade.
On the viewing stands on both sides, the high-ranking members of various forces and the four major powers were equally stunned, shocked by Lin Xuan's displayed strength.
Even Zhang He, who had reached the late Aperture Opening Realm, couldn't withstand a single punch from Lin Xuan!
How strong was Lin Xuan?
And Lin Xuan was only at the early Aperture Opening Realm; his strength came from his talent.
So how high was Lin Xuan's talent?
They felt they couldn't even imagine it.
This had surpassed their imagination.
Because in the entire history of Qingyu City, such a feat hadn't occurred in hundreds of years.
They had never even heard of it, with no comparison, how could they imagine it?
On the eastern viewing stand.
In the Lin family's area.
After the Lin family members came to their senses, they were both deeply shocked and overjoyed.
Lin Xuan had sent Zhang He flying off the stage with one punch, defeating him, and securing victory in this match.
In the entire competition field, no participating disciple was a match for Lin Xuan.
This meant Lin Xuan had already claimed first place.
After more than ten years, the Lin family finally had a disciple win first place in the competition.
Everyone was overjoyed.