A hundredfold return: creating an Eternal Family

The two stood in the center of the square, their eyes met, as if there was lightning flashing.

They all knew that this battle was not only about their own honor, but also about the first competition of the Lin family, and no one wanted to lose.

Lin Fan was dressed in cloth, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. Although he was only gifted with upper-grade spiritual roots, he relied on his great perseverance to cultivate to the middle stage of the Qi Sea Realm.

His figure seemed particularly firm in the martial arts arena, and every step he took was steady and powerful, as if he could shake the entire square.

As a direct descendant of the Lin family, Lin Wuqing's talent was naturally extraordinary. He had reached the late stage of the Qi Sea at a young age, which should not be underestimated.

He stood on the other side of the martial arts arena, with an upright posture and a hint of coldness in his eyes, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, ready to tear the opponent apart at any time.

Then Lin Fan knew that his realm was far lower than the opponent, so he took up his sword and took the lead in attacking Lin Wuqing.

His swordsmanship was simple and direct, without any fancy moves, and every sword was full of power and determination.

The sword light flashed coldly under the sunlight, as if it could pierce the sky.

"Lin Wuqing, take my sword!"

"Sword drawing style"

Lin Fan shouted loudly, and the sound echoed in the square, shaking the surrounding air as if solidified.

Lin Wuqing sneered, flashed his body, and easily dodged Lin Fan's attack.

His speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to see his movement trajectory.

His voice rang in Lin Fan's ears;

"Lin Fan, your strength is not enough, my ghost shadow is a low-grade Xuan-level martial art"

Lin Fan was unmoved. He knew his disadvantages, but his heart was full of determination and faith.

He took a deep breath and attacked Lin Wuqing again.

This time, his swordsmanship was more fierce, and the sword light poured down like a rainstorm, covering Lin Wuqing.

Lin Wuqing's eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't expect Lin Fan to be able to exert such strength.

He did not dare to neglect it, and swung the long sword in his hand. Sword Qi swept out like a storm, colliding with Lin Fan's sword light.

The battle between the two instantly entered a white-hot stage, and every fight between them was thrilling.

"I didn't expect that Lin Fan, who was usually very honest, would fight so desperately."

Lin's members commented from time to time outside the field.

The atmosphere in the martial arts field was extremely tense, and everyone held their breath and stared at the two people in the field.

Finally, with a loud bang, the two took a few steps back at the same time. A gap appeared on Lin Fan's sword, and Lin Wuqing's clothes were also cut.

They looked at each other, their eyes full of respect and recognition for each other.

However, Lin Fan adopted a style of fighting with injuries for injuries. This style of fighting was extremely fierce, only attacking and not defending, and completely ignoring his own defense.

Every attack of his was full of determination and strength, as if he wanted to pour all his energy and spirit into the tip of the sword.

This desperate fighting style made Lin Wuqing feel great pressure.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, because in his expectation, Lin Fan should choose a conservative fighting style, rather than such a radical attack.

"Lin Fan, are you crazy? You will get hurt like this!"

Lin Wuqing couldn't help shouting when he dodged a straight stab.

There was a hint of confusion and worry in his voice, because in his opinion, such a fighting style would not be of any benefit to Lin Fan.

Hearing this, Lin Fan just sneered, his voice was firm and resolute;

"For victory, any price is worth it!"

As soon as the voice fell, he raised the sword again and rushed towards Lin Wuqing, the sword light cut through the void like a meteor, bringing the sound of wind and thunder along the way.

Facing Lin Fan's attack-only style, Lin Wuqing had to be more cautious.

He no longer launched attacks easily, but paid more attention to defense.

He knew clearly that if he was hit by Lin Fan's crazy fighting style, the consequences would be disastrous, but he had been observing the loopholes in Lin Bufan's moves and waiting for an opportunity.

The fight between the two became more intense, and every fight was thrilling.

The atmosphere in the martial arts arena was extremely tense, and everyone held their breath and stared at the two people in the arena.

Although Lin Fan's fighting style was crazy, it also showed his strong will and determination.

Each of his swords was full of power and speed, making it impossible to grasp its trajectory.

Lin Wuqing, relying on his excellent fighting skills and keen reaction ability, constantly resolved Lin Fan's attacks.

As time went on, the injuries of the two were gradually aggravated.

But they had no intention of retreating, but instead strengthened their beliefs. They allKnowing that this battle is about whether they will be valued by the top management of the Lin family, they cannot lose.

As the battle continued, both of them had been seriously injured.

Lin Fan's clothes were soaked with sweat and blood, but his eyes were still as firm as before.

Although Lin Wuqing was also injured, he remained calm and composed.

However, Lin Fan knew that he had to end this battle as soon as possible.

He took a deep breath, gathered all his strength, and prepared to use his killer move - the Misty Sword.

This sword, as if born from nothingness, was silent and fast as lightning.

It passed through the air and pointed directly at Lin Wuqing's vitals.

Although Lin Wuqing tried his best to dodge, he was ultimately unable to completely dodge and was hit directly by the sword energy.

Lin Wuqing's body shook violently, and then flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground. On his chest, a deep sword mark was shocking, and blood continued to flow out of it.

Lin Fan walked over, stood beside Lin Wuqing, and whispered;

"You lost." Although his voice was calm, it was full of the confidence of a winner.

Lin Wuqing raised his head with difficulty, looked at Lin Fan, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth;

"I did lose. Your strength is beyond my imagination. I didn't expect you to comprehend the sword meaning."

Although his voice was weak, it revealed a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.

Then, Lin Zheng, the deacon of the Lin family, stepped forward and announced Lin Fan's victory.

In the first game, Lin Fan won!

Their voices echoed in the square, causing cheers and applause.

Lin Fan's victory was not only his personal victory, but also a victory for the Lin family.

He used his strength and perseverance to prove that there are geniuses among the non-family members of the Lin family.

Although Lin Wuqing lost, his performance was already admirable.

His talent and potential will surely become the mainstay of the Lin family in the future.

On the high platform, the second elder Lin Bufan slowly spoke to the elders;

"Did you see it?"

"Yes"

"This is the sword intent, which can only be comprehended by those who have mastered the sword or great sword cultivators."

The elder Lin Zhentian said with some envy.

The elders nodded and agreed with the elder's point of view.

Maybe he is not a sword cultivator, otherwise he would definitely accept Lin Fan as his apprentice.