As soon as Lin Huang’s words fell, the entire Martial Arts Arena practically exploded in an uproar.
The expressions on the crowd’s faces as they looked at him were too complex to describe. Some even picked at their ears, convinced they had heard wrong.
"Is this guy... crazy?"
"Hasn’t he been crazy this whole time?"
"Being able to slay Luo Hefeng, Hee Baichuan, and Yangg Yehai consecutively does give him the capital to look down on the Outer Sect. But that little bit of capital isn’t enough for him to declare war on everyone!"
"Come at him together? Tsk, tsk, is he trying to fight one against five?"
"Don’t forget, among those five are Wenn Daochang and Jiang Huaiyin! They are two cultivators at the Earth Element Fifth Heaven. Either one of them alone would be more than he could handle."
"I admire his courage... and his ignorance!"
"It seems that for a Martial Artist’s Cultivation, effort and talent are secondary. First and foremost, you need a brain!"
The crowd looked at Lin Huang as if he were a fool. Although he had some strength, trying to take on five people at once was an absolute death sentence.
This was their first time witnessing such a creative way to commit suicide. How novel!
"Sister Xuee, look at that guy. He, he, he... is really infuriating!" Yann Qing’er’s face was filled with indignation, and her finger trembled as she pointed at Lin Huang. In the end, she merely let out a heavy harrumph and said, "I’m going to find my father!"
Although Yann Qing’er had witnessed Lin Huang’s strength, she didn’t believe he could fight one against five. After all, such a battle record had only ever been achieved by Lin Cangxue in Piaoxue Palace.
"Don’t worry. He is Lin Huang!"
Lin Cangxue grabbed Yann Qing’er, her expression calm, though deep concern was hidden in her Starlight-like eyes.
Even Fatty Bai, who was usually laughing and joking, had a solemn expression. He plucked the Big White Cat off his belly and threw it directly toward the arena. Meeting the cat’s resentful gaze, he said sternly, "Go!"
Lu Han, on the other hand, didn’t show much shock or worry; he just secretly stole glances at Lin Cangxue from time to time.
"He really doesn’t know the meaning of death. But this is perfect—it saves me the trouble of doing it myself!"
Not far from Lin Cangxue, Yun Feifei’s rosy lips curled into a cold, delighted smile. Her entire demeanor suddenly seemed much more cheerful and radiant, and the smile on her face made many people’s hearts flutter.
Behind the arena, Nan Yunlie was overjoyed when he heard this, unable to hide the anticipation in his eyes. He never expected Lin Huang to be so arrogant as to fight one against five. Now there was going to be a good show.
Nan Yunlie was practically giddy with excitement. He stroked his beard to steady his inner agitation before putting on a solemn face and asking, "Are you sure about this?"
Lin Huang nodded.
"The fourth match of Battle Eight Directions: Lin Huang versus Duan Jianghan, Ning Wuyan, Guan Hanqing, Wenn Daochang, and Jiang Huaiyin!"
As soon as Nan Yunlie finished speaking, the named disciples leaped onto the arena with SWISH sounds, surrounding Lin Huang with bright smiles on their faces.
Originally, they had worried that given Lin Huang’s strength, they might very well lose in one-on-one combat. They never imagined that Lin Huang would be so foolishly naive.
This was truly a joyous turn of events.
However, the ones who stepped onto the arena were not five, but three. The two Earth Element Fifth Heaven cultivators, Wenn Daochang and Jiang Huaiyin, did not go up.
Lin Huang shifted his gaze and landed it on Wenn Daochang and Jiang Huaiyin.
"I apologize!"
Dressed in Baiyi, Wenn Daochang gave a free and easy smile, not feeling embarrassed in the slightest. He turned and walked in Lin Cangxue’s direction.
"Miss Cangxue, I offended you earlier and my words were quite disrespectful. I hope you can forgive me." Wenn Daochang walked up to Lin Cangxue, swiftly drew the sword at his waist, and stabbed it straight into his own chest. After a muffled groan, he lifted his pale face, grinned at Lin Cangxue, and said, "I hope Miss Cangxue can be satisfied with this!"
"Mm!"
Lin Cangxue looked at Wenn Daochang and just hummed calmly, seeming completely nonchalant. However, a sudden wave of bitterness washed over her heart—it was the ache of long-suppressed emotions finally breaking out.
For three years, she had been down and out. The indignation, sorrow, and despair accumulated deep in her heart had nowhere to be released. Yet, Wenn Daochang’s apology caused her long-sealed emotions to stir once again.
Lin Huang’s gaze fell on Wenn Daochang, and a hint of a smile inevitably appeared on his face. He then turned his head and stared at Jiang Huaiyin, who was hidden in a corner of the Martial Arts Arena.
Jiang Huaiyin looked up, meeting Lin Huang’s eyes. Without the slightest change in expression, he said lightly, "I am enough to kill you alone. Why should I associate with this bunch of trash?"
Jiang Huaiyin’s words caused Lin Huang and the three disciples on the arena to frown.
"It seems the three of you are abandoned orphans," Lin Huang said with a smile as he looked at the three people surrounding him.
"That is between us and him. It’s not your place to make sarcastic remarks here." Duan Jianghan stared at Lin Huang with awe-inspiring killing intent. The Longsword in his hand emitted a whining howl.
"Now, let us send you on your way!"
With an angry shout, Duan Jianghan took the lead and charged at Lin Huang, while the remaining two followed closely behind.
On the arena, Lin Huang’s expression tightened. The Demon-Suppressing Blade in his hand was suddenly drawn from its sheath, instantly drawing a magnificent arc of blade light in the air.
"Three Thousand Miles of the Godslaying Slash!"
"Asura’s Fury!"
The next moment, Lin Huang’s figure disappeared, weaving through the arena, leaving multiple afterimages behind. He was fast to the extreme.
The other three on the arena didn’t hold back in the slightest either. They directly mobilized their Martial Soul Power and their strongest Martial Techniques. Streaks of wind and thunder intertwined, while sword shadows and spear auras crisscrossed, forming a powerful attack domain that made it difficult for Lin Huang to approach.
The crowd below the arena held their breath as they watched the scene unfold, not wanting to miss a single detail.
"Great Vajra Technique!"
A look of determination flashed in Lin Huang’s eyes. Within his Profound Sea, where Primordial Qi surged, a supremely unyielding and masculine power instantly circulated throughout his body. It caused his skin to gradually turn silvery-white, rendering him indestructible, much like a grounded Vajra.
Then, Lin Huang fiercely charged into the three men’s attack range. Relying purely on the strength of his physical body, he forcefully withstood their attacks while swinging the Demon-Suppressing Blade horizontally at his opponents.
"Childish! To think you would try to use physical strength to resist attacks infused with Primordial Qi!"
Duan Jianghan let out a cold laugh. With a wave of his slender fingers, a long spear condensed from solid ice stabbed straight toward Lin Huang. The other two similarly struck out, swearing to make Lin Huang pay a bloody price for his foolish actions.
CLANG CLANG CLANG!
The fierce wind and thunder, along with the crisscrossing spear shadows and Sword Auras, continuously landed on Lin Huang’s body. What the crowd never expected was that Lin Huang actually managed to endure all of them head-on.
"I underestimated your physical body, but this is where it ends!"
Duan Jianghan smiled sinisterly. Wielding an Ice Frost Long Spear, he leaped directly toward Lin Huang like a hunting eagle. The spear tip was cold and merciless, emanating a bone-piercing chill.
Lin Huang raised his eyes, staring at the incoming Ice Frost Long Spear, and resolutely charged at Duan Jianghan to deliver the killing blow.
THUD!
A muffled sound rang out in the arena as the Ice Frost Long Spear in Duan Jianghan’s hands pierced straight through Lin Huang’s Great Vajra Technique, stabbing through the area beneath his ribs.
Seeing this scene, most people both on and off the stage showed expressions of joy. "This guy has finally reached the end of the line!"
However, a second after the Ice Frost Long Spear pierced through Lin Huang’s ribs, the Demon-Suppressing Blade swept cleanly across Duan Jianghan’s neck, freezing the latter’s smile on his face.
With a THUMP, Duan Jianghan crashed to the ground, dead.
With Duan Jianghan’s death, a gap appeared in the attack domain formed by the three’s combined efforts. Looking at the two people around him, a brilliant smile immediately bloomed on Lin Huang’s face.
Subsequently, Lin Huang’s figure moved like the wind, and a flash of blade light shot toward the two.
The situation in the arena had already reversed the moment Duan Jianghan died. His death caused the other two to panic, allowing Lin Huang to seize the opportunity to strike.
At this moment, the Demon-Suppressing Blade in Lin Huang’s hands was like the smile of the Death God, leaving the two men on the arena in terrified unease.
In just a few breaths, the second person was mercilessly slain by a single slash from Lin Huang.
Followed by the third person!
Within half a quarter hour after Duan Jianghan’s death, the other two were also beheaded by Lin Huang’s Demon-Suppressing Blade.
"I forgot to tell you—when fighting against a joint assault of five people or fewer, once a gap is torn in the formation, it becomes very easy to pick them off one by one. The difficulty is practically the same as fighting one-on-one, not to mention you haven’t had any time to build chemistry. This is the experience I’ve summarized over ten years!"
Looking at the three bodies slumped on the ground, Lin Huang smiled coldly. He shook his blood-stained white robe, and his gaze shifted, landing on Jiang Huaiyin.
Meanwhile, the crowd in the Martial Arts Arena remained immersed in deep shock as they stared at the scene on the stage.
"Fighting one against three and he actually survived. How is that possible?"
"This..."
"How did this guy do it?"
Looking at a blood-drenched Lin Huang, the crowd swallowed hard, finding it difficult to express their complex feelings at this moment. At the very least, in their eyes, such a result was absolutely impossible.
Yet, the scene before them left them no choice but to believe it.
At the back of the Martial Arts Arena, the Big White Cat returned to Fatty Bai’s side looking thoroughly displeased and utterly unenthusiastic. Just now, it had been crouching by the stage, hoping to jump up and show off its prowess when Lin Huang’s life was in danger.
It never expected this outcome.
"This guy isn’t bad at all," Yann Qing’er said, patting her modestly developing chest with a charming giggle. Looking at Lin Huang’s figure, she harrumphed. "And to think I was worried about that idiot earlier."
The tense strings of Lin Cangxue’s heart finally relaxed, and she said gently, "Xiaohuang has already figured it out. Under a joint siege of five people or fewer, as long as you tear open a gap, you can defeat them one by one before the gap is filled. The difficulty isn’t as high as one might imagine."
"Sister Xuee, what are you talking about?" Yann Qing’er asked in confusion.
"You’ll understand when you’ve experienced countless bloody battles," Lin Cangxue said with a soft smile, patting Yann Qing’er on the head. "This kind of theory can only be understood through personal experience."
Beside them, Lu Han nodded thoughtfully, then shook his head. Truly dismantling a joint siege probably wasn’t that simple. It involved the level of synergy between the besiegers, the disparity in strength between the two sides, whether there was an element of suppression between the Martial Artists’ Martial Techniques and Martial Souls, and their mutual combat experience, as well as their respective levels of ruthlessness...
The fact that Lin Huang could pull this off made it look extremely simple, but someone who hadn’t gone through countless life-and-death battles couldn’t possibly do it so effortlessly.
In Piaoxue Palace, there were likely few who could see through the intricacies of this feat.
While Yann Qing’er and the others were naturally overjoyed by Lin Huang’s victory, Yun Feifei’s side turned completely gloomy. She hadn’t expected this at all, nor could she understand why it ended up this way.
If these three had besieged her, she could have dismissed their joint attack by relying on her Realm suppression.
But Lin Huang was merely at the Earth Element Third Heaven. What gave him the right to turn defeat into victory?
Looking at Lin Huang, who stood tall like a spear in his blood-stained white robe on the arena, Yun Feifei’s eyes were filled with icy frost. Her slender fingers clenched so tightly they turned pale. She wished she could step onto the stage right now and slay Lin Huang in front of Lin Cangxue’s face.
Facing the incredulous murmurs of the crowd below the stage, Lin Huang only gave an indifferent smile. His gaze remained firmly fixed on the black-robed youth in the corner of the Martial Arts Arena.
Jiang Huaiyin!
Among the eight people he challenged, this was the only person he couldn’t see through.
At this moment, Jiang Huaiyin pushed through the crowd and slowly stepped onto the arena. He took off the hood covering his head, revealing a long, somewhat gloomy face. His voice was dry, sounding remarkably like the caw of a crow.
"You are not bad... barely qualified enough for me to take your head!"
As Jiang Huaiyin’s words fell, Lin Huang’s expression changed. He only felt an aura of extreme danger well up in his heart, sending a chill throughout his entire body!