Defeating a Saint-level powerhouse—the personal disciple of the Martial God—with a single move, combined with Lin Lei’s fearsome transformation, delivered a stunning visual shock to everyone. Not a single sound escaped the eight thousand spectators on the arena.
Dead silence. A silence that was terrifying!
Blumer stared in horror at Lin Lei, who hovered in mid-air. Those emotionless, dark-golden pupils were fixed on him now. Blumer felt he could be killed at any moment. Extreme terror drove him to flee toward the position of Rock Sword Saint 'Heiderson'.
Quiet. No one dared to speak for a moment.
"Splat!" A vivid drop of blood fell from the Purple Blood Flexible Sword, splashing onto the arena stage and shattering. The crisp sound was louder than it had ever been before.
This blood was Kenyon's.
Kenyon stood wretchedly at the edge of the stage, using his muscles and Battle Qi to seal his wound and stop the bleeding. But he no longer dared to fight Lin Lei.
He was indeed a Saint-level powerhouse, but only at the middle rank of the Saint realm. In terms of comprehension, he was merely at the 'Momentum' stage—far below Lin Lei.
"Master Lin Lei." At that moment, King Qoan spoke up. His voice rang through the entire fighting arena, sounding particularly abrupt, drawing the gaze of nearly half the people present. However, King Qoan still wore a full smile. "Although I knew you were also a formidable warrior, I never expected your attainment in this field to be no less than your skill in stone carving."
King Qoan’s words clearly eased the atmosphere.
Moments ago, Lin Lei’s violent demeanor had made all eight thousand spectators afraid to even breathe loudly. But now, as soon as King Qoan finished speaking, a wave of murmuring discussion swept through the arena.
"Master Lin Lei? Ah, isn’t he the youngest stone carving grandmaster in the world of sculpture?"
"Master Lin Lei is from the Holy Alliance. I heard Baron Wotton also came from the Holy Alliance back then. A Dragon Blood Warrior—truly formidable!"
"How old is Master Lin Lei? He created that stone carving 'Dream Awakening' when he was only sixteen. Now, only eleven years have passed. A twenty-seven-year-old Saint-level powerhouse? Isn’t that even stronger than Lord Oliveria?"
Countless discussions about Lin Lei continued to arise. His sudden emergence, his identity as a stone carving master—many who loved stone carving remembered it clearly.
This was a figure who could rival Master Pruxus.
And now, this young master, merely in his twenties, had defeated the Martial God’s personal disciple, a Saint-level powerhouse, with a single move!
Without exception, many compared him to Oliveria.
Compared to Oliveria, Lin Lei was younger.
"Little brother Lin Lei, that move you just used was likely created from comprehending the law of the wind element, wasn’t it?" From the judges' platform, 'Rock Sword Saint' Heiderson spoke at that moment, his voice resonating.
As soon as Heiderson spoke, the arena fell silent. Everyone wanted to hear what this Rock Sword Saint would say to the newly emerged genius, Lin Lei.
"Yes, Mr. Heiderson," Lin Lei’s indifferent voice rang out.
"May I ask, what is the name of this move?" 'Rock Sword Saint' Heiderson was actually an ascetic seeking the path to godhood. He was curious about the insights of other Saint-level powerhouses, hoping they might trigger a moment of enlightenment and a breakthrough.
"This move is called 'Wind Fluctuation'," Lin Lei said, hiding nothing.
To learn a powerful move, one needed a certain understanding of elemental laws. Without that understanding, no matter how clearly someone explained it, you couldn’t master it.
Hovering in mid-air, Lin Lei glanced at Kenyon in the distance and said calmly, "You are Kenyon, correct?"
Kenyon had initially thought Lin Lei was someone below the Saint realm. When Lin Lei rebuked him, he was naturally furious. But now, Lin Lei was stronger than him.
Although anger still simmered within, Kenyon had already placed Lin Lei on equal footing, or even a slightly higher level.
"Yes," Kenyon nodded slightly.
"Mr. Kenyon, with your cultivation, you should have seen my brother’s injuries quite clearly. Since you saw clearly, you shouldn’t have said those things. Remember, when judging, at least be fair. We already admitted defeat—don’t go too far!"
Lin Lei said coldly, then immediately flew down toward his own group. His mind was still preoccupied with his brother’s injuries.
Kenyon, rebuked by Lin Lei like this, felt a wave of humiliation.
But he knew he was in the wrong. When the opponent had already admitted defeat, he had still acted that way—it was indeed too much.
"Wotton, are you alright?" Lin Lei reverted to his normal human form and flew to his brother’s side, kneeling half-way down, his voice filled with concern.
At this moment, many had gathered around, and even Nia had rushed over regardless of everything.
"Lord Lin Lei," a light-system mage beside them said with a smile. "Please rest assured. I just cast a healing spell. Lord Wotton’s injuries have already mostly healed. With Lord Wotton’s recovery ability, he should be fine in ten days to half a month."
"Big brother, I’m much better now." Wotton could also speak with relative ease at this moment.
Lin Lei finally felt relieved.
He was also somewhat satisfied with the arena’s preparations. He knew very well the healing ability of light-system mages. Ordinary low-level mages could only treat flesh wounds at most. For injuries to internal organs or broken bones, you needed a more powerful light-system mage.
Of course, the most powerful light-system mages...
They could even achieve instantaneous and complete recovery, as long as the patient wasn't dead. For example, when Lin Lei received the 'Grace of God' at the Church of Light, the trace of healing power carried by that stream of faith energy had allowed him, whose entire body’s muscles and bones were almost completely shattered, to recover instantly and fully.
Such healing ability was simply terrifying.
"Everyone!"
At this moment, the silver-haired elder hosting the match also stepped onto the stage. His face was full of smiles. "Today’s great battle must have been incredibly exciting and thrilling for everyone. Haha, even our arena stage has been destroyed because of this fight."
The eight thousand spectators looked at the cracked stage with its many craters and laughed as well.
Today’s viewing experience was truly worth it.
Not only had they witnessed the martial contest of two peerless geniuses, but they had also seen the formidable power of Wotton’s elder brother, 'Lin Lei'. That single move that defeated Kenyon.
Although the exchange between Lin Lei and Kenyon was short, its观赏 value was far higher than the great battle between Wotton and Blumer. After all, this was a battle between Saint-level experts. Many people would never see two Saint-level powerhouses fight in their entire lives.