Cosmic Trading System

"Wow, they're going to the deathmatch arena..."

"Let's go take a look..."

"A moment ago, someone mentioned that this guy ranked twenty-third in the preliminary contest, winning all ten matches. He must be quite strong. The guy who dared to challenge him on the deathmatch arena must also be strong."

"The preliminary rankings don't mean much. Many powerful participants can't be bothered to compete in all ten matches as long as they can advance. Lucky ones with weak strength can sometimes get the twenty-third place."

"Exactly. I've heard that some people bribe their way up the preliminary rankings. Losing one game in the preliminary contest doesn't matter much. Some people pay a bunch of money to get a good rank right off the bat. This guy's twenty-third place might also be due to bribery."

"The challenger, I know him. He's Xintang Lee from the Seven Injuries Sect, in the late Mingjin stage, quite strong. Most opponents at the late Mingjin stage are no match for him. I checked the leaderboard earlier, he won eight out of ten matches, ranking fifty-first."

"A late Mingjin stage strongman versus an undefeated preliminary contestant, this will be quite the clash of the titans."

Many onlookers were excitedly discussing the upcoming match.

Seeing two top hundred preliminary contestants compete in the deathmatch arena first thing in the morning was quite the spectacle.

"Ten consecutive wins? Twenty-third in the preliminaries?"

When Xintang Lee was walking towards the deathmatch arena and heard the surrounding discussions, he was slightly taken aback.

Lin Yun's preliminary rank was twenty-third?

This revelation weighed heavily on his heart.

Could Lin Yun actually be very powerful?

However, after recalling Lin Yun's age and hearing some disdainful remarks about him, he felt more relieved.

That's right, the preliminary ranks can be misleading. Maybe Lin Yun just got lucky and achieved his current rank. Nonetheless, he should still be cautious."

Thus thought Xintang Lee to himself.

"Lin Yi, brother, be careful. The signature martial arts skill of the Seven Injuries Sect is the Seven Injuries Fist, which hurts yourself before the enemy. This martial art has limited growth potential, but it's particularly lethal in the early stages."

Zhang Haoran quietly warned Lin Yun.

"Thank you for the warning, Brother Haoran. I'll be careful."

Lin Yun responded with a slight smile.

Despite what he said, Lin Yun didn't take Xintang Lee seriously at all. Xintang Lee seemed insignificant in his eyes.

So what if Xintang Lee was a martial artist in the late Mingjin stage, even with powerful martial arts skills? Could he be as formidable as Lin Yun, who had mastered over two hundred martial arts skills?

Moreover, he, Lin Yun, was at the initial stage of Dark Strength. Even the masters of the peak Dark Strength stage were no match for him. Was there any need for him to worry about a small fry like Xintang Lee? It would have made more sense if he had committed suicide by tofu.

On the deathmatch arena,

"Once you step onto this deathmatch arena, you bear responsibility for your own lives. Are both parties ready?" the referee asked.

"We're ready."

Lin Yun and Xintang Lee replied at the same time.

"Very well." With a nod, the referee began to exit the arena.

"Are you Lin Yi? A small-time martial artist from a remote area who dares to attend the Martial Arts Convention and even dreams of joining my Seven Injuries Sect? Today, I'll make you realize that you, people like you, are only fit to stay in a remote area..." Xintang Lee gave Lin Yun a cold smile and spoke.

"I advise you not to speak too soon." Lin Yun shook his head.

"Hmm?" Xintang Lee was taken aback.

"Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll be even more embarrassed later." Lin Yun said mildly.

"Yesterday, I promised my martial uncle that I'd only disable one of your arms. Now, you can choose which one you'd like to keep." Pausing slightly, Lin Yun continued.

"What? You promised your martial uncle that you'd only disable one of my arms?" Xintang Lee laughed angrily.

Would even a martial artist at the peak of the Mingjin stage dare to claim they could cripple his arm?

"Big words. Let's see how capable you are to be making such grand boasts." In the next moment, Xintang Lee roared angrily and swiftly charged towards Lin Yun, launching a punch towards Lin Yun's chest.

"Haha, what a cocky youngster..."

"This young man is speaking too wildly. A martial artist at the late Mingjin stage from the Seven Injuries Sect isn't so easy to deal with..."

"He was right just now. The more one boasts, the more one loses face. After making such grand boasts, if he loses in the end, he'll lose a great deal of face..."

Just as Lin Yun's words fell, some shook their heads and spoke.

"Since you didn't make a choice, I'll just disable this arm of yours..." However, before their words fell, Lin Yun spoke again as he took a step towards Xintang Lee.

The latter comes first. Lin Yun quickly grabbed Xintang Lee's outstretched arm and in the next moment, he twisted his palm.

"What!"

The moment Lin Yun stepped forward and reached out his hand, Xintang Lee's face changed drastically and he exclaimed.

He was extremely panicked at this moment.

As they say, an expert can be known with a single move.

With one step forward and one outreach of his hand, Lin Yun demonstrated strength that Xintang Lee had to admit was formidable. He had landed himself in hot water this time.

He tried his best to dodge, but his arm couldn't avoid Lin Yun's palm at all.

His heart sank further.

At this moment, a hint of regret seeped into his mind. However, his pride prevented him from uttering any words of backtracking or begging.

"Crack—"

The sound of a bone being displaced echoed from Xintang Lee's arm.

The fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain receptors in the arm are no less sensitive.

"Ah—"

Xintang Lee screamed in pain.

"Boom—"

At the same time, Lin Yun pushed Xintang Lee's body forward and swiftly slapped his chest, sending him flying off the deathmatch arena and crashing onto the ground.

The time between Xintang Lee's attack and this moment was no more than two or three seconds. Stay connected via empire

That was how abruptly the deathmatch came to an end.

Lin Yun turned around and walked off the arena.

"What?"

"A martial artist at the late Mingjin stage was defeated just like that?"

"He couldn't even withstand a single blow?"

"My god—such terrifying power!"

"What's this guy's name? He's bound to be a shining star in this rookie competition!"

Many people beneath the arena gasped in shock when they saw this.

Those who had just been mocking Lin Yun turned red with embarrassment.

Just a moment ago, they were still belittling Lin Yun. Before they even finished speaking, they had been made to eat their words, leaving them extremely embarrassed.

"Brother Lin Yi, defeating your opponent in one move... You were amazing..."

Zhang Haoran exclaimed excitedly, hastening towards Lin Yun.

"It is difficult to see this man's strength. His moves were too cunning, and his control of the battle was exceptional. Whether it was that one step or that one grab, he seized all timings perfectly..."

"Interesting, I didn't expect such a young expert to emerge in this martial arts convention..."

"In this convention, he won't be able to take a high rank. Despite his strength, no matter how strong he is, can he reach the Dark Strength level at his young age? The next martial arts convention will be his real stage..."

"He should not have reached Dark Strength. I didn't see him display any characteristics of Dark Strength..."

At a distance and at a high point, some young people watched the scene with faint smiles.