Chapter Four: Kill Me? You’re Not Capable!

[Lost Soul Points +80]
[Alchemist Level +1]
[Realm +1, Current Realm: Peak of Dou Qi Stage Eight]
[Xuan-grade Battle Skill: "Demonic Blood Finger"]
Staring at the data provided by the system, Lin An suddenly felt as if he were playing an online game—defeating bosses, looting gear, gaining experience...

At the same time, his lost soul points had reached one hundred and thirty-seven. If he chose to use these points to advance his realm, it would only take fifty points to break through to the ninth stage of Dou Qi.

However, Lin An did not do so. During the recent test, his strength was at the peak of Dou Qi stage five. Though not many paid attention, some still noticed him.

To break through from stage five to stage nine in just ten days would be far too conspicuous.

At Lin An’s age, stage eight of Dou Qi was already considered a genius; after all, even Nalan Yanran’s openly declared realm was only at stage eight.

Currently, the Yama System granted Lin An little authority. To upgrade the system to the next level required a hundred thousand lost soul points. Without triggering large-scale battles and countless deaths, slowly collecting souls like this would take an eternity to accumulate enough points for an upgrade.

Soon, dawn arrived.

Today’s competition would not only see Nalan Yanran appear, but even Sect Master Yun Yun would attend in person.

Thus, many people had gathered early at the martial arena.

When Lin An arrived, many disciples who had registered were already eager to prove themselves, dreaming of becoming Yun Yun’s second apprentice.

“You’re the new disciple who just joined Cloud Mist Sect this year? How arrogant. Not just anyone has the right to covet the position of Sect Master.”

Lin An was unfamiliar with those around him and simply found a secluded corner to rest with eyes closed. Yet even so, trouble still sought him out.

“Who are you? I don’t recall the selection having any restrictions,” Lin An replied coolly.

“You don’t even recognize Young Master Qian? He’s the grandson of the Seventh Elder—a genius second only to Nalan Yanran in Cloud Mist Sect. Useless trash like you can only look up to him your whole life.”

Qian Qixian, a prodigy of Cloud Mist Sect and grandson of the Seventh Elder, possessed a background few dared to challenge. He had always admired Nalan Yanran, openly pursuing her within the sect.

Yet, despite his efforts, Nalan Yanran never once regarded him seriously. Even so, she remained his bottom line—he would never tolerate anyone else laying a finger on her.

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“So what?” Lin An replied, somewhat impatient.

It seemed no matter the era, lackeys were eternal.

“So what? Do you believe I can’t cripple your hands right now, ensuring you don’t even get a chance to compete today?” Sun Zhi sneered.

“Disciples who just joined Cloud Mist Sect like you were probably hotshots in your family—proud and arrogant. But here, there are countless like you. Only men like Young Master Qian are true geniuses. You don’t even qualify to tie his shoes,” another person mocked.

“Then let’s meet on the martial arena,” Lin An said, unwilling to waste further words, and walked away.

Seeing Lin An rebuff him so thoroughly, Qian Qixian’s gaze was cold and unforgiving.

“Don’t worry, Young Master Qian. You won’t see trash like him on the arena,” Sun Zhi assured.

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Soon, it was time for the drawing of lots.

When Lin An saw his opponent, he could not help but feel speechless.

His adversary was none other than Sun Zhi, who had mocked him earlier.

If Lin An believed such coincidences, he’d be a fool.

Sun Zhi’s talent was decent, currently at the eighth stage of Dou Qi—otherwise he would not qualify to accompany Qian Qixian.

It was said that a month ago, Qian Qixian had already reached stage nine of Dou Qi. With the Seventh Elder’s relentless cultivation, his current strength was at least the peak of stage nine, and if he wished, advancing to the rank of One-Star Dou Fighter was entirely possible.

He was a popular candidate to become Yun Yun’s apprentice.

Lin An observed carefully. All competitors were at least at stage eight of Dou Qi, most at stage nine.

After all, Cloud Mist Sect was the top sect of the Jia Ma Empire—if they couldn’t muster such disciples, they’d be a laughingstock.

Yet, even within the same realm, there were levels of strength. Qian Qixian reportedly possessed the ability to challenge across realms, once defeating a One-Star Dou Fighter.

Quickly, it was Lin An’s turn.

Sun Zhi stepped onto the arena early, gazing coldly at Lin An as he approached.

“I was going to break your legs myself, teaching you a lesson you’d never forget. But now, I’ve changed my mind.”

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“I’ll not only cripple your legs, but destroy your Dou Qi completely, turning you into a worthless cripple.”

There was no denying Sun Zhi’s cruelty. In this world where the weak were prey and strength ruled, those without power were doomed to the lowest ranks.

This was fully evident in Xiao Yan’s own experience.

“Is that so? Then let’s see if you have the skill to do it!” Lin An replied.

“Dou Qi stage five? I have to admit, you’re bold!”

As the words fell, Sun Zhi attacked.

His speed was swift and his approach ruthless, as though convinced Lin An stood no chance. He didn’t even bother to toy with him.

“Huang-grade Battle Skill: Iron Sand Palm!”

A pale white light wrapped around Sun Zhi’s palm, carrying the strength to shatter stone. In the same realm, a single strike could break bones—let alone against a disciple whose strength was far inferior.

Many saw through Sun Zhi’s malicious intent and shook their heads helplessly.

This new disciple, Lin An, was far too impatient.

With mediocre strength, he dared participate in such a challenge.

“Rest assured, I won’t kill you,” Sun Zhi’s voice sounded in Lin An’s ears.

“Is that so? Even if you wanted to, I doubt you could!”

Just then, Lin An grinned.

To Lin An, Sun Zhi’s speed was like that of a tortoise.

Sun Zhi looked up in surprise at Lin An.

Lin An’s gaze was full of mockery and disdain, and for reasons unknown, Sun Zhi suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

But with the arrow already drawn, there was no turning back. Even if Lin An had some hidden trump card, his realm was clear for all to see—how much trouble could he possibly cause?

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