Ten Thousand Dragons Technique-Chapter 67: Vanquished Opponent!

"Next match, Lin Xuan versus Wu Ming!"

Upon hearing the elder’s announcement, the crowd erupted. The disciples from the Star Pavilion were especially ecstatic.

"Haha, this is a guaranteed win!"

"That kid is definitely not his match."

"Another point in the bag. It looks like Wu Ming is one step closer to becoming the Rookie King."

Wu Ming was equally thrilled. He had previously called himself the Rookie King, but that title was self-proclaimed. If he won this time, he would be the true Rookie King. Not only would he gain the title, but he would also receive countless rewards. Thinking of this, he clenched his fists.

He strode onto the arena stage.

The surrounding crowd turned to look at Lin Xuan. Someone commented, "This kid’s luck has finally run out."

"That’s right. He only got this far because Feng Qingxue threw the match. Otherwise, he would have been defeated long ago."

"This time, however, Wu Ming won’t hold back."

"So, he’s bound to lose."

"With his level of strength, getting on stage just to be defeated is humiliating. He might as well forfeit now."

A disciple from the Star Pavilion shouted, "Lin Xuan, just admit defeat! You’re no match for him."

Someone from the Tianyang Pavilion added, "There’s no need to fight. Just declare the result. Competing would be a waste of time."

In their eyes, it was impossible for Lin Xuan to win. The members of the Purple Mist Pavilion shook their heads helplessly. They still couldn’t understand why Feng Qingxue had conceded. This Lin Xuan was clearly just a piece of useless trash!

"Go, Lin Xuan! Whether you win or lose, just give it your all!" the disciples of the Wangyue Pavilion cheered. They no longer cared about the outcome; they just hoped Lin Xuan could make his mark and show everyone that disciples of Wangyue Pavilion were not to be trifled with. In truth, they didn’t really believe Lin Xuan could win either, but even in defeat, they had to lose with honor.

Lin Xuan stood up, nodded, and said, "Indeed, there’s no need to fight."

His words caused an uproar. Was this kid about to admit defeat?

"Hahaha, just as we expected!" the Star Pavilion disciples laughed.

The Wangyue Pavilion disciples despaired. "Lin Xuan, don’t give up!"

"Yeah, even if you lose, lose on the stage! Show them what you’ve got!"

"Why would you surrender without a fight?"

"Lin Xuan, you’ve disappointed us so much!" They couldn’t accept it.

Elder Feng snorted coldly. "What a disgrace! You’ve brought shame upon all of Wangyue Pavilion!"

But just then, Lin Xuan spoke again. "Wu Ming, you’re someone I’ve already defeated. You’re no match for me at all. Just surrender now," he said. "I can be merciful and let you off the hook this one time."

What? Elder Feng was dumbfounded. The disciples of Wangyue Pavilion were stunned. The disciples from the Purple Mist and Tianyang Pavilions were equally flabbergasted.

Lin Xuan wasn’t admitting defeat. He was telling his opponent to surrender! Was he insane? How could Wu Ming possibly surrender?

The Star Pavilion disciples sneered, "Are you dreaming, Lin Xuan? Do you think everyone is like Feng Qingxue and will just surrender on their own? Wu Ming will never admit defeat!"

"And what was that about him being ’someone you’ve already defeated’? Are you saying Wu Ming has lost to you before?"

"What a joke! How could Wu Ming possibly lose to you?"

The members of the Star Pavilion didn’t believe it. No one in the crowd believed it. Even the elders found it hard to believe.

"I can prove it. Wu Ming did indeed lose to him," Feng Qingxue said, stepping forward.

Her words caused an uproar.

Could it be true? Had Wu Ming really lost before? Everyone’s gaze shifted to Wu Ming.

The disciples from the Star Pavilion couldn’t accept it.

"Wu Ming, say something! That kid is lying, right?"

"He’s just bragging! How could you possibly lose to him?"

"He’s useless! He only got this far by pure luck!"

"He has no real strength at all! How could he possibly beat you?"

The Wangyue Pavilion disciples, on the other hand, were dumbfounded.

"What? Lin Xuan defeated Wu Ming? Is that for real?"

"Damn, Lin Xuan is incredible!"

"I knew it! Lin Xuan is the invincible one!"

"Hahahaha! I just have to ask, who else is there?!" At this moment, the Wangyue Pavilion disciples were ecstatic.

Zhang Yang and Zhao Jie were also stupefied. If Lin Xuan had really defeated Wu Ming, then their own losses to him didn’t seem so disgraceful anymore. Thinking about it that way, they could almost accept it. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Wu Ming, however, felt like he was going insane. He never expected such a humiliating event to be exposed in public. It was a complete disgrace. He wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into, but this was the final match. He couldn’t run.

He snorted coldly. "It’s true, I lost to you when I was just a Ninth Grade Martial Artist. But so what? Now, I am a One-Star Martial General! I’m not the same as I was before, and I will not lose again!"

His admission caused another stir. It seemed Wu Ming really had lost to him before. This Lin Xuan was simply heaven-defying!

But someone else countered, "That was in the past! Haven’t you seen how strong Wu Ming is now?"

"Wu Ming can’t possibly lose again."

"That’s right! This time, Lin Xuan is the one who will surely lose!"

The Star Pavilion disciples chanted, "Wu Ming, go all out! Defeat him and grind him into the dust!"

"Lin Xuan, come up here and fight me! I will show you my true strength," Wu Ming said coldly.

"Alright, as you wish." Lin Xuan’s figure flickered, and he appeared on the stage.

Lin Xuan looked at Wu Ming and stated calmly, "So what if you’re a One-Star Martial General? You’re still no match for me. Zhang Yang and Zhao Jie are both One-Star Martial Generals, yet I defeated them. Even Sun Hao, also a One-Star Martial General, lost to me. You will be no different. Why struggle any longer? Wouldn’t it be better to just surrender obediently?"

Hearing their names mentioned, Zhang Yang and Zhao Jie lowered their heads in shame. The rest of the crowd was baffled.

What? Sun Hao lost too? Sun Hao was a second-year senior! Even though he was also a One-Star Martial General, his strength far surpassed that of any freshman. Even a seasoned expert like him lost? Was this real? They felt like they were in a dream.

Sun Tian, who had been watching the spectacle from the crowd, was enraged when he heard this. He roared, "Nonsense! How could my brother possibly lose? Don’t believe him, everyone! He’s just bragging! There’s no way he could defeat a second-year senior!"

Indeed, almost no one believed it.

But Wu Ming knew it was the truth. He had seen Sun Hao lose with his own eyes. Therefore, he didn’t dare to be the least bit careless. With a wave of his hand, he summoned the Seven-Star Gourd.

He stared at Lin Xuan and declared, "No matter how strong you are, you are guaranteed to lose before my Seven-Star Gourd."

Was he using his trump card already? The crowd was stunned. No one had expected Wu Ming to bring out the Seven-Star Gourd right from the start. It was clear that Wu Ming was thoroughly enraged.

"Haha, that kid is done for now!" the Star Pavilion disciples cheered excitedly.

The hearts of the Wangyue Pavilion disciples were in their throats, and they all worried for Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan, however, was completely unconcerned. He waved a hand dismissively and said, "Bring out whatever tricks you have."

HUMPH! Wu Ming gave a cold shout and unleashed his Spiritual Power. A massive amount of Spiritual Power poured madly into the gourd in his hand.

The Seven-Star Gourd began to glow, and then a beam of starlight shot out from it, flying straight toward Lin Xuan.

"It’s over, kid," Wu Ming sneered. The Seven-Star Gourd was incredibly powerful. The beam of starlight it produced could defeat any One-Star Martial General; only a Two-Star Martial General could hope to block it. Lin Xuan was merely a Ninth Grade Martial Artist. There was no way he could possibly stop it. His defeat was certain.