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The preliminary rounds for Lin Yun and Zhang Haoran had ended after ten matches.

They both headed to a restaurant at the foot of the mountain.

The results of the preliminaries would not be known until the next day.

"Eh? Is that the person who just competed against me?"

In the restaurant lobby, Zhang Haoran suddenly looked at a figure and expressed surprise.

Lin Yun also looked and found it quite a coincidence.

Because the man was precisely the disciple from Seven Injuries Sect who had battled against Zhang Haoran.

At that moment, the man was surrounded by a group of people, talking with some of them. Judging from their identical attire representing their sect, they must all belong to the same sect.

Could it be that all these people were from the Seven Injuries Sect?

Lin Yun thought to himself.
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"Guangwei, don't be disheartened. You're only 24 now, and you will be 29 in five years. By then, you will definitely break through to the Late Mingjin Stage. At the next Martial Arts Summit, for the Rookie Competition, your name is sure to be among the top hundred." At that moment, a middle-aged man was patting that man's shoulder, speaking jovially.

"Yes, martial uncle," the man replied, looking dejected.

"For this Martial Arts Summit, our hopes are on Xin Tang. Xin Tang has mastered the Seven Injuries Fist. Even among those at the Late Mingjin Stage, he is a formidable presence. This time, Xin Tang won seven matches in the preliminaries. He is sure to make it to the top hundred.

Let's wait and see how far he can go in tomorrow's ranking competition..." The middle-aged man nodded and again turned to another slightly older young man, saying with a smile.

"Seven wins in the preliminaries, senior brother Xin Tang is indeed mighty. I believe Xin Tang will definitely make it to the top fifty, and may even break into the top thirty."

"Yes, indeed. Xin Tang is only 26 this year but has already achieved this level. In the world of martial arts, he is truly a prodigy..."

"Regrettably, senior brother Xin Tang turns 26 today. If he were a year younger, five years from now, he could participate in the next Martial Arts Summit. By then, he will undoubtedly have reached the peak of Mingjin stage. With such prowess, he could even aim for the top ten..."

Around them, several young disciples echoed these thoughts with an undertone of flattery in their conversation.

Being 26 and at the Late Mingjin Stage, one's future was boundless. By getting in their good graces now, they might reap significant benefits in the future.

"The martial uncle and all my junior brothers and sisters overpraise me. At this Martial Arts Summit, gathered here are all the country's martial arts prodigies. My skills are really nothing noteworthy..." Senior Brother Xin Tang laughed and waved his hands dismissively.

Though this was what he said, there was no hint of embarrassment on his face, only a hint of smug satisfaction.

Being at the Late Mingjin Stage at age 26 and achieving seven victories in the preliminary rounds was indeed something to be proud of.

His martial arts talent and his capabilities - anyone from any corner of the country would view him as a martial arts prodigy and a master of martial arts.

"Junior brother Guangwei's skills are not lacking either. He was just out of luck. But there's still the revival competition. Guangwei should attempt it. I'm sure you will go through. At that time, as martial brothers, we will win honor for our sect..." Subsequently, Senior Brother Xin Tang looked at the young man named Guangwei and said with a smile.

"Thank you for your consolation, senior brother Xin Tang. Throughout these preliminaries, I was indeed short on luck. In the revival competition, I'll undoubtedly pass." Guangwei quickly assented, his tone filled with gratitude.

Observing this sight, Lin Yun shook his head slightly.

This Guangwei had bad judgment and was simple-minded. Did he really believe the words of the other were comforting?

In reality, senior brother Xin Tang was just trying to show off his magnanimity.

Lin Yun didn't need to use his lie detector to perceive this. His strong mental strength allowed him to sense it.

However, Lin Yun soon came to terms with it.

Not everyone was endowed with his exceptional mental strength.

Besides, even if the words were not sincerely spoken, they were still pleasing to the ear.

In conclusion, this guy was highly sociable, which made him very popular.

This was indeed the case. After senior brother Xin Tang spoke, although some people's eyes fell on junior brother Guangwei, more people admired senior brother Xin Tang even more.

He had won, yet he wasn't arrogant. He even comforted others. How could they not admire such a person?

"Excuse me, I hope I'm not interrupting..."

Just then, a voice rang out.

A young man appeared beside the group. His handsome face and medium height stature, coupled with his energetic eyes, were remarkable.

This young man was Lin Yun.

Since he had run into so many people from the Seven Injuries Sect, he reckoned he should go up and ask some questions.

Although Zhang Haoran's opponent was there and might have left a bad impression on them, it's impossible for everyone to have a bad impression of them, right?

"Brother Lin Yi, are you..."

Zhang Haoran, who was following behind Lin Yun, wanted to say something but hesitated.

He didn't know why Lin Yun had approached these people. Was he responding to their discussion? Considering some of them were powerful, if Lin Yun were to say something inappropriate, it could lead to trouble.

"It's you!"

At this moment, the young martial brother Guangwei recognized Zhang Haoran and was instantly enraged.

"Senior Brother Guangwei, you know them?"

"Junior Brother Guangwei, are they looking for you?"

Some of the young men exclaimed in surprise.

"That's him! He barely won against me earlier. Now what? Are you here to humiliate me?" Guangwei pointed at Zhang Haoran, scoffed coldly, and said.

"What? He barely defeated Senior Brother Guangwei, and now he's back to taunt him?"

"That's audacity!"

"Do they genuinely think we, the Seven Injuries Sect, are easily bullied!"

Several young men promptly got upset and expressed their anger.

"What? You've beaten us and it's not enough, so you're back for more?" Junior Brother Xin Tang asked with a slight smile, coming forth.

"You've misunderstood. I'm trying to find Senior Martial Uncle Zhu Haoran of the Seven Injuries Sect. Is this your sect, and if so, did Zhu Haoran attend this martial arts meeting?" Lin Yun responded, giving a bow.

"You are looking for Martial Uncle Zhu?" Brother Xin Tang asked, his gaze twinkling a bit.

"What a joke! Martial Uncle Zhu is not someone anyone could easily meet. You're shamelessly arrogant." A young man scoffed and retorted.

"Kid, get lost and stop hindering us." A young man who was friends with Guangwei spoke impatiently.

Ever since learning that someone beside Lin Yun had defeated his friend and cost him the chance to advance in the preliminaries, his impression of Lin Yun and Zhang Haoran had been very unfavorable.

Lin Yun frowned slightly.

Unexpectedly, the disciples of the Seven Injuries Sect, his master's clan, largely seemed to lack character.

"Silence!" At this moment, a middle-aged man from their sect glared at the young disciples and rebuked them.

Then he turned to Lin Yun, gave him a polite bow, and asked, "Young man, who are you, and why are you looking for Martial Uncle Zhu?"

It wasn't that he was gentle and polite, but this was a nationwide martial arts conference, attracting disciples from martial arts sects and families from across the country. Some participants were highly influential figures whom the Seven Injuries Sect didn't dare to offend.

Though the Seven Injuries Sect wasn't weak, it was far from the most powerful in Huaxia's martial arts world.

Speaking here without understanding the opponent's background could be reckless.

"My master, Yan Dashan, was once a disciple of the Seven Injuries Sect. I am here on his behalf to inquire after Zhu Haoran and deliver a letter to him," Lin Yun spoke calmly.

"Yan Dashan? Your master is Yan Dashan?" A gleam flashed in the eyes of Xin Tang, and he hinted a slight smile.

"Brother Lin Yi, are you a disciple of the Seven Injuries Sect? No, wait, was your master a disciple of the Seven Injuries Sect?"

Behind Lin Yun, Zhang Haoran also showed a subtle surprise.

In his mind, Lin Yun was very powerful, possibly from a prestigious martial arts sect... He hadn't expected that Lin Yun's master was merely a disciple of the Seven Injuries Sect, a relatively obscure group.

Could it be that Brother Lin Yi's master later joined another sect?

Zhang Haoran thought secretly.

However, it might not be the case. History had many martial arts geniuses, and since Lin Yi could remember any martial arts routine after watching it once and even identify its problems, his aptitude for martial arts was obviously exceptional.

Therefore, even if Lin Yi wasn't from a prestigious background, he might still possess immense martial arts skill.

Yan Dashan... Zhang Haoran pondered this name, which he had not heard of before in the martial arts world.

However, he had heard of Zhu Haoran, who shared his name. Zhu Haoran was one of the elders of the Seven Injuries Sect, a renowned figure in the martial arts world, particularly in the regions close to the sect. Rumor had it that he had recently reached the peak of the Dark Strength stage.