Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

A figure unexpectedly shot out from the overwhelming waves of fire, appearing in front of Mu Yan in the next instant.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Lin Chen slammed a heavy palm onto Mu Yan's chest.

Mu Yan's body flew backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.

"Damn it!" Mu Yan crawled up from the ground, a menacing look on his face.

"Kid, I'm going to kill you!" To be knocked away by Lin Chen in front of so many people, Mu Yan felt utterly humiliated.

However, upon hearing Mu Yan's threat, Lin Chen's face showed a teasing expression.

Mu Yan got up from the ground and lunged toward Lin Chen again.

This time, however, the situation completely changed as Lin Chen's movement technique transformed, launching continuous attacks.

"Bang!"

Lin Chen struck out with another palm, directly hitting Mu Yan's shoulder.

Mu Yan retreated four or five steps, barely stabilizing himself, but just as he did, a fleeting palm shadow flashed before his eyes, striking him again.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

In what felt like the blink of an eye, Mu Yan received four or five consecutive hits.

At this moment, Mu Yan was completely on the defensive, with his clothes shattered into fragments by the force of Lin Chen's Inner Strength.

This pathetic sight made the audience burst into laughter uncontrollably.

Hearing the crowd's ridicule, Mu Yan was almost driven mad with anger, desperately trying to fight back.

Every one of his attacks hit nothing but Lin Chen's afterimages, failing even to catch a glimpse of Lin Chen's clothing.

Lin Chen's attacks, however, were unpredictable, leaving Mu Yan utterly passive in the face of the onslaught.

By now, Mu Yan had lost the earlier splendor, with bloody marks all over his body, his clothes nearly in tatters, panting heavily, and his face pale as paper.

"You're no match for me, concede!" Lin Chen paused his assault and spoke calmly.

In truth, Lin Chen had shown mercy earlier, or else after so many attacks, Mu Yan would have had no chance to stand on stage.

"Dream on if you want me to concede!"

A ferocious light gleamed in Mu Yan's eyes, and suddenly he thrust out a palm.

"Blazing Flame Eighth Wave!"

Flames surged in Mu Yan's palm, as he poured all his energy into this one move.

In an instant, Lin Chen was shrouded in flames once more.

Witnessing the scene, Zhang Cheng and others were taken aback, with many secretly shaking their heads, sighing that Lin Chen had underestimated the threat.

Boom!

Just as everyone thought Lin Chen was a goner, a large hand suddenly reached out from the flames, landing a palm on Mu Yan's chest.

Mu Yan staggered back four or five steps, watching a figure slowly emerge from the sea of fire.

"If it weren't for the consideration that we belong to the same clan, you'd already be a corpse now."

Mu Yan's face changed dramatically upon seeing Lin Chen emerge from the flames.

However, Lin Chen's figure flickered to form an afterimage, delivering a flying kick that sent Mu Yan soaring.

"Bang!"

Mu Yan's body shot out like a cannonball, crashing heavily onto the ground.

"Boom!"

This scene shocked everyone, none expecting the powerful Mu Yan to be so effortlessly overwhelmed by Lin Chen.

Throughout the entire match, Lin Chen was as composed as if he were strolling through a garden, easily toying with Mu Yan.

Though both were in the high levels of the True God Realm, Mu Yan's practical combat experience paled in comparison to Lin Chen's.

"In the first encounter, Lin Chen wins," Elder Xu declared, looking at Lin Chen with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

The Heaven Temple's first dispatched, Mu Yan, returned in defeat, causing the expressions of the other members to grow slightly serious.

The combat prowess Lin Chen had just displayed was astonishing, and what was even more incredible was that it seemed he treated Mu Yan merely as a warm-up.

"I'll go meet him," Hu Min snorted coldly, turning into a shadow as he leapt onto the stage.

"What speed!" Lin Chen's eyes narrowed at the shadow.

Hu Min, short in stature and known as "Earthly Walker," was characterized by his lightning-fast movement technique, and his cultivation focused on Body Refining, giving him formidable endurance.

Lin Chen furrowed his brow, realizing this was a far tougher opponent than Mu Yan.

"Kid, watch out!"

In almost the blink of an eye, Hu Min closed in on Lin Chen.

"Stone-Breaking Fist!"

Boom, boom, boom!

Fist shadows rained down like a storm, enveloping Lin Chen.

Hu Min's fists were not only fast but also extremely ferocious.

The platform's surface began to crack and splinter under the force of the iron-fisted Inner Strength.

Lin Chen maneuvered with a shifting step, weaving through the shadows of Hu Min's fists.

However, it was clear that Hu Min was much more difficult to deal with than Mu Yan, his fist shadows followed like a shadow, pressing tightly.

"Bang!"

Lin Chen pivoted and swung a punch, colliding heavily with Hu Min's fist.

With the clash of fists, Hu Min felt Inner Strength penetrate his body through his fist.

"Ugh!"

Hu Min grunted, retreating four or five steps, hurriedly gathering his energy to dissolve the Inner Strength.

Lin Chen, however, gave him no opportunity, launching continuous attacks.

On the platform, palm imprints rolled, and Hu Min stumbled back.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

With each dull thud, Hu Min's body bore a dozen wounds, and finally, a palm from Lin Chen sent him crashing off the platform.

"Bang!"

Hu Min's body hit the ground heavily, his face darkened.

The Inner Strength that had invaded his body was too strange; even though he had dissolved it, his body was still sluggish, leading to his defeat.

At this moment, the crowd around the platform buzzed with astonishment; no one expected that in a blink, two strongmen from the Heaven Temple would be knocked off the platform by Lin Chen.

After two consecutive losses, Yao Hui squinted slightly, saying to Xing Fei, who was about to step onto the platform, "Xing Fei, for this battle, don't engage him head-on. Find a way to stall him and exhaust his strength."

Xing Fei nodded, a sly smile on his lips, "Don't worry, Brother Yao, this is what I'm best at."

With that, Xing Fei leapt onto the platform.

"Kid, you're strong, but defeating me won't be so easy." Xing Fei sneered at Lin Chen.

"Is that so? Let's find out," Lin Chen didn't waste words, charging toward his opponent.

Xing Fei's movement technique was even more agile than the previous two, and he was far craftier.

"Eagle Claw Technique!"

Xing Fei reached out with both hands, claws spread, the fierce claws carrying a chilling presence, targeting Lin Chen directly.

The air resounded with snapping sounds, claw shadows enveloping Lin Chen in an instant.

Lin Chen snorted coldly, meeting the attack with his fists, the two figures weaving across the stage, moving faster and faster.

At first, the audience could still follow their movements, but soon only two afterimages remained, and dozens of exchanges had passed in the blink of an eye.

Lin Chen realized that Xing Fei's assault, though as swift and fierce as lightning, collapsed upon contact, never engaging Lin Chen head-on.

"Damn, this kid clearly aims to stall, trying to wear me out?" Lin Chen quickly understood his opponent's tactic.

Xing Fei's strength was far above the previous two, and he constantly maintained a defensive stance, never attacking proactively.

Moreover, this guy placed himself in a disadvantaged position from the start, cautiously launching strikes only when assured.

Under such stable tactics, Lin Chen scarcely found an opening against the opponent.

"You want to exhaust me? Too bad you're not qualified."

A cool voice rang out, Xing Fei suddenly noticed Lin Chen's figure and movements change, as a surge of powerful aura erupted forth.