Chapter 178 This Sky Will Belong to Me

"It's him..." At that moment, Zong Hentian's expression changed as he looked at the figure who had stood up in the Nine Heavens Sect.

"Who is he?" Lin Fan asked.

"He is a genius disciple of the Nine Heavens Sect, very powerful. I saw him once before in the forbidden land. He's strong." Zong Hentian now felt somewhat uncertain.

He hadn't paid attention at first, but now hearing the name, he remembered.

In the first match, the Sacred Sect suffered a major defeat, which affected the sect's morale. Originally, Zong Hentian had planned to take the second match, secure a win, and stabilize morale, but now it seemed things were not so simple.

"Fellow disciples, I couldn't win." At that moment, Chou Tianran walked over with his head lowered, his expression somewhat dejected. Clearly, he was brooding over his loss and felt helpless about facing Xin Feng in the first match.

"Junior brother, don't blame yourself. This Xin Feng is probably only someone that the uncle master can contend with. For you to have the courage to fight him is already the greatest victory," Zong Hentian said.

"En." Chou Tianran looked at Zong Hentian and then nodded. "Senior brother, the next match is yours. Good luck."

Zong Hentian nodded, but he wasn't very confident about it.

Lin Fan looked at Feng Xiaoling from the Nine Heavens Sect. Given Zong Hentian's current strength, winning this match would be very difficult, with little chance.

Although Feng Xiaoling's strength was not as great as Xin Feng's, he was still a formidable figure.

Damn it.

The more Lin Fan looked, the more irritated he became. What was wrong with the Sacred Sect? Compared to other sects, they were all as weak as anything.

But thinking about Mie Qiongqi, Lin Fan understood.

If Mie Qiongqi hadn't made a mistake, he would probably be invincible among the genius disciples.

Even Xin Feng might not be his match. Now that Mie Qiongqi had made a mistake and was tamed by Lin Fan, unable to participate, naturally no one could overpower the opponent.

"Brother Wuyai, although Feng Xiaoling is not as good as my disciple, he is still one of the top geniuses in the sect. I'm afraid your disciple is also destined to lose," Liang Yichu said with a smile.

Wuyai glanced at the sect master. Seeing that the sect master's expression was calm and peaceful, unaffected by the disciple's loss, he sighed. "It's still uncertain who will win or lose. Brother Yichu, don't capsize in a ditch."

"That's impossible." Liang Yichu waved his hand. One shouldn't overthink; with their cultivation levels, who was strong and who was weak was clear at a glance.

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"Hentian, how confident are you in winning?" Lin Fan asked.

"Thirty percent." Zong Hentian hesitated for a moment before giving the most likely estimate.

Zong Hentian was not a modest person. If he were sure to win, he wouldn't be so worried. But the key was that he really wasn't confident now.

In the forbidden land, Zong Hentian had never fought him, but he had seen him in action and knew how strong he could be.

"Your uncle master can make you win for sure, but you'll have to endure some pain." Although Lin Fan was the final trump card, losing two matches in a row would be inappropriate. At the very least, they needed a draw.

"Uncle master, as long as I can win, I can endure any pain." At that moment, Zong Hentian looked at Lin Fan excitedly. As long as he could win, he could bear even the greatest pain.

Lin Fan looked at Zong Hentian's determined face and finally nodded. Then he beckoned, "Come, come, surround us."

The other genius disciples, though not understanding what Uncle Master Lin meant, followed his orders and surrounded Lin Fan and Zong Hentian, blocking the outside view.

At that moment, Lin Fan tore off his sleeve. "Here, stuff it in your mouth. Don't scream."

Lin Fan was about to go all out, ruthlessly attacking his own people.

The "Crotch-Kicking Technique" had two effects. The first was to instantly incapacitate the opponent. The second was that, if the strike was insufficient, it would drive the opponent into a frenzy, unleashing their full power.

Although the effects were different, the pain was exactly the same.

Seeing Uncle Master Lin's serious expression, Zong Hentian took a few deep breaths, stuffed the sleeve into his mouth, and then nodded heavily, signaling for Uncle Master Lin to proceed.

"Spread your legs!" Lin Fan said.

Zong Hentian didn't hesitate and immediately spread his legs.

At that moment, Lin Fan's expression changed slightly. His eyes fixed on Zong Hentian's crotch.

His brain instantly began calculating factors like angle, force, and so on.

A thin layer of sweat formed on Zong Hentian's forehead. It wasn't from pain but from extreme nervousness. He didn't know what Uncle Master Lin was going to do to him.

What method would he use to ensure his victory?

But seeing Uncle Master Lin's serious expression, he knew the method was definitely not simple.

"Alright, hold on." At that moment, a gleam of light flashed in Lin Fan's eyes. The crotch-kicking kick, carrying supreme momentum, tore through layers of void and struck fiercely at Zong Hentian's crotch.

"Bang..."

A dull sound rang out. Zong Hentian's body trembled violently, as if he had stopped breathing altogether.

Zong Hentian's originally slightly ruddy face suddenly turned bright red. Veins bulged on his neck, bloodshot eyes were densely packed, and even his breathing became rapid.

Zong Hentian slowly took the sleeve out of his mouth, then closed his legs, his body slightly bent. His mouth open, it seemed he had a lot to say, but the pain made him unable to utter a single word.

"Good, hold on, hold that breath, charge up, and knock him down." Lin Fan knew Zong Hentian must be in great pain, but if he wanted victory, he had to endure.

"Please both contestants come on stage." The ordinary elder shouted.

Feng Xiaoling, a smile on his lips, floated gracefully onto the stage. His long hair fluttered, his face handsome. With a flick of his fingers, the folding fan in his hand opened silently.

This aura, this posture, made countless people feel inferior.

Although the female disciples of the Sacred Sect should cheer for their sect, seeing Feng Xiaoling, who was like a male god, they were also captivated.

"What a handsome young man." Lü Mingyang, seated on the stage, couldn't help but exclaim.

Liang Yichu smiled upon hearing this. "He is number one on our sect's charm ranking, the ideal partner for countless female disciples. He possesses both strength and appearance—a perfect disciple."

Seeing Liang Yichu so smug, Supreme Elder Wuyai glared at Lü Mingyang. Wasn't this boosting the enemy's morale and deflating their own?

Lü Mingyang, seeing Senior Brother Wuyai's expression, could only smile helplessly.

At that moment, Zong Hentian came on stage.

But then a shocking scene occurred.

Zong Hentian walked onto the stage with his legs together, as if something was wrong with them. His comical appearance made Supreme Elder Wuyai's old face darken, unable to bear watching.

Shameful, the sect's face was completely lost.

"Brother Wuyai, this disciple's entrance posture is quite unique—a rare sight in a thousand years," Liang Yichu said with a loud laugh.

"Haha... Is that guy sick?" The genius disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect burst into laughter, pointing at Zong Hentian.

"The Sacred Sect truly produces talents."

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At that moment, Zong Hentian felt that only by keeping his legs together could he alleviate his pain.

As for Uncle Master Lin's method, Zong Hentian hadn't yet experienced any difference. Apart from the pain in his crotch, there was no enhancement.

But he believed that Uncle Master wouldn't deceive him.

Uncle Master Lin had told him.

The moment he stood up straight, this sky would belong to him, Zong Hentian.