Ten Thousand Dragons Technique-Chapter 64: Wangyue Pavilion Ranks First!

Incredible! Absolutely insane!

The crowd remained stunned for a long moment before a disciple suddenly broke the silence, clapping. "Lin Xuan is incredible!" he shouted.

The others erupted in excited applause, and even the elders were laughing and clapping along.

It was truly an eye-opening experience. Who would have thought Lin Xuan was this amazing? Regardless of whether he had a future or could become a Martial General, he had at least achieved the pinnacle of the Martial Artist realm.

The applause and cheers were incessant. The new disciples were going wild.

"Who says a Martial Artist can’t defy the heavens?"

"So what if you become a Martial General? A Martial Artist can still defeat one!"

Lin Xuan’s performance drove them into a frenzy.

Zhao Jie and Zhang Yang fell silent.

Elder Feng’s face was terrifyingly gloomy. In the end, he just snorted coldly. So what if he’s strong? He offended Ye Qingwu, so he’ll be kicked out of the Heavenly Dao Institute soon enough.

The match ended. As Lin Xuan walked off the stage, the surrounding disciples swarmed him.

"Lin Xuan, how do you train? You’re too incredible!" someone asked.

"Yeah, and you even perfected the White Cloud Sword Technique! It’s unbelievable."

"Lin Xuan, you’re on another level! I always thought Martial Artists couldn’t fight across cultivation levels and had no chance of beating a Martial General, but you did it! You’ve created a miracle!"

At that moment, everyone looked at Lin Xuan with fervent excitement. First, he had come to the Heavenly Dao Institute as the Young Pill King, causing a frenzy among countless new disciples. Now, he had become number one in Wangyue Pavilion, driving them wild all over again.

「Meanwhile」

The competitions in Star Pavilion, Tianyang Pavilion, and Purple Mist Pavilion were also concluding. As the first-place winners for each pavilion emerged, countless people exclaimed in surprise.

「Star Pavilion」

On the platform, Wu Ming stood tall as countless people shouted his name. He raised his chin high, a triumphant smile on his lips. He had won. He had defeated all the other geniuses to become number one in Star Pavilion.

Excellent. Next, I’ll fight my way to the top and become the ultimate Newcomer King.

「Tianyang Pavilion」

A buzz of excited discussion filled the air. "Luo Yang is so strong!"

"He overpowered everyone to take first place!"

"Luo Yang is invincible!"

"Just watch, he’s going to become the Newcomer King!"

「Purple Mist Pavilion」

Many disciples stared at the exquisite figure on the platform, momentarily dazed. Feng Qingxue was simply amazing—not only stunningly beautiful but also incredibly strong.

"A goddess! She’s my goddess!" many disciples shouted excitedly.

Feng Qingxue let out a soft breath. Not bad. I became number one in Purple Mist Pavilion.

Her gaze drifted into the distance, toward Wangyue Pavilion. I wonder if their competition is over? Lin Xuan should be number one, too. She felt a strong urge to go and see for herself.

Soon, the results spread like wildfire:

Star Pavilion’s number one: Wu Ming.

Tianyang Pavilion’s number one: Luo Yang.

Purple Mist Pavilion’s number one: Feng Qingxue.

Wangyue Pavilion’s number one: Lin Xuan.

"Lin Xuan?"

Everyone was baffled. "What’s going on? How did Lin Xuan become number one in Wangyue Pavilion? Wasn’t it supposed to be Zhang Yang or Zhao Jie?"

Sun Tian and Liu Ruyue were also in the crowd. Their own results had been average, but watching the battles between geniuses had made their blood boil with excitement. Just then, they heard the announcement: Lin Xuan was number one in Wangyue Pavilion. They were stunned.

"Heavens! How is that possible?"

"Is the news wrong?"

"How could Lin Xuan possibly be first?"

"He’s just a Ninth Grade Martial Artist! No matter how weak Wangyue Pavilion is, they have two Martial Generals. It’s impossible for him to defeat them!"

Sun Tian and Liu Ruyue couldn’t believe it. Neither could anyone else.

Everyone assumed the news was fake. Some even rushed to Wangyue Pavilion to confirm it for themselves. They soon returned, their faces pale. "It’s true! It’s absolutely true! Lin Xuan is really number one in Wangyue Pavilion!"

"What? It’s true?"

"Oh my heavens!"

"This is insane! The world has gone mad!"

"That Lin Xuan is defying the natural order!"

At that moment, everyone was completely floored.

Wonderful! A smile bloomed on Feng Qingxue’s face when she heard the news.

「On the other side」

Wu Ming clenched his fists, flames of anger flickering in his eyes. I’m not surprised Lin Xuan became number one. But so what? In the finals, I’ll defeat him in front of everyone and finally get my revenge.

「Tianyang Pavilion」

Luo Yang frowned when he heard the news. "What? The number one is Lin Xuan? That heaven-forsaken trash?"

"What is Wangyue Pavilion thinking, letting a piece of trash take first place?"

"Hmph. Truly a case of a monkey ruling the mountain when the tiger is away."

Many of Tianyang Pavilion’s disciples sneered, completely unaware of Lin Xuan’s true strength. In their minds, there was only one explanation for his victory: the disciples of Wangyue Pavilion were utterly pathetic, allowing a piece of trash to become their number one.

"So what if he’s number one? Even if he reaches the finals, how could he possibly compare to Luo Yang?"

"Exactly! Luo Yang could crush him with a single finger!"

"Hmph! Wu Ming could probably kill him with a single glare!"

The disciples from Tianyang Pavilion and Star Pavilion sneered relentlessly. Even those from Purple Mist Pavilion were full of disdain and joined in the mockery.

But then, Feng Qingxue spoke up. "Don’t underestimate Lin Xuan. His strength is greater than mine."

Hearing this, the disciples of Purple Mist Pavilion were bewildered. What is happening? Why would the Wind Fairy say something like that? Isn’t Lin Xuan just trash? A heaven-forsaken nobody? How could he possibly be stronger than a one-star Martial General?

They refused to believe it; they simply couldn’t accept it.

It wasn’t just the disciples; even the elders were discussing the matter.

Hearing the mockery from the other pavilions, the disciples of Wangyue Pavilion grew furious.

"What do you idiots know? Lin Xuan is incredibly strong!"

"How dare you look down on him! You’re the real fools!"

"Just you wait! Lin Xuan will defeat your champions!"

"Lin Xuan is the real Newcomer King!"

Having witnessed his power firsthand, they knew exactly how formidable Lin Xuan was. So what if the other geniuses are one-star Martial Generals? They will still fall to Lin Xuan.

"What? Are you saying our number one will lose?" The disciples from Star Pavilion and Tianyang Pavilion were enraged.

"Have you people from Wangyue Pavilion lost your minds? Supporting that loser?"

"That kid couldn’t withstand a single blow!"

"Hmph, he’s just the best of a bad lot. He might be number one in your pathetic pavilion, but he’d be dead last in the entire Heavenly Dao Institute!"

"Just watch! He isn’t even worthy of shining Wu Ming’s shoes!"

The two sides began to argue fiercely, their voices clashing.

Wu Ming felt the pressure mounting. He knew how miserable his fate would be if he lost. I can’t lose. I absolutely have to win. I need to find my senior brother. With that thought, Wu Ming turned and walked away.

「Half a day later」

He returned, beaming with confidence. This time, he had borrowed a powerful Profound-rank weapon: the Seven Star Gourd.

With this, I absolutely cannot lose. Lin Xuan, just you wait!