Chapter 276: Xin Zhuo’s Fortunes and Misfortunes (Part 1)
Chapter 276: Xin Zhuo’s Fortunes and Misfortunes (Part 1)
Won?
It was only after Xin Lin stepped off the arena that everyone came back to their senses.
Was the victor decided?
In the previous match, Murong Ziyue and Cheng Xingwu at least fought for several rounds.
But Xin Lin and Lin Zhong only exchanged a few words before the outcome was determined.
The question was, when did Xin Lin make her move?
Did she even make a move?
"Emperor, Xin Lin didn’t use any Spirit Art, yet Lin Zhong fainted. This woman, she’s the most cunning. I’ve said it all along, she won the Martial Arts Examination by cheating."
Jin Chen leapt forward, his face filled with righteous anger.
He didn’t see anything but Lin Zhong suddenly falling from the arena. If that wasn’t Xin Lin’s trickery, what was it?
"Young Master Jin, a lesser cultivation comes with a narrower vision, no blame there. But to play the fool in public, that’s where you’re wrong. Who told you that a Spirit Master must use Spirit Art against an enemy?"
Xin Lin gave Jin Chen an eye roll, the kind that said ’Are you an idiot? You really are an idiot.’
"Xin, who are you calling names?"
Jin Chen was furious.
"Shut up! You’re making a fool of yourself, now get back here."
Grandmaster Jin, furious, glared at Jin Chen.
With Jin Chen’s level of perception, he naturally couldn’t see clearly.
But to the likes of Grandmaster Jin, Emperor Longteng, and those other formidable ancestors, whether one had made a move was crystal clear.
Xin Lin had indeed made a move. Although it was just one punch, it was flawless and so fast it was imperceptible.
What astounded people like Grandmaster Jin the most was that Xin Lin’s punch showed no weaknesses or style, leaving them clueless about the boxing technique she used.
Jin Chen was gobsmacked by his father’s reprimand. Perhaps, he really did miss seeing it.
"If I remember correctly, this child was the second place winner in the Martial Arts Examination, an Advanced Spirit Master with Superior Talent?"
Emperor Longteng couldn’t help but take a few more glances at Xin Lin, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.
"Reporting to the Emperor, indeed it’s her. Perhaps there was an oversight on my part; her Martial Artist talent is also notable. I shall retest her Martial Artist talent shortly."
General Zuo was also somewhat surprised.
Xin Lin had clearly been tested for Martial Artist talent, she possessed no True Qi. If Xin Lin did have Martial Artist talent, even just a little bit, it would be enough to place her first in the overall scores.
But if she had no Martial Artist talent, how could one explain that punch?
"General Zuo, no need to blame yourself. It’s just a victory or defeat, not worth mentioning. Whether she has talent or not will be revealed in the upcoming rounds."
Empress Feng spoke with a smile.
People will only remember the ultimate victor; no one will remember a nobody like Xin Lin.
It was already a stroke of great luck for her to pass the Written Examination.
With Zhang Zhiqing present, unless Xin Lin defied heaven, she, along with Murong Ziyue and Little Xinzhuo, would only be stepping stones for Jin Chen to win first place in the Imperial Examination.
The third round, it was Little Xinzhuo against Jin Chen.
"Kid, you’re in for a show."
Jin Chen leaped forward, landing firmly on the arena.
His anger earlier, confronting Xin Lin without thinking, turned him into a laughing stock, and all his rage was now directed at Little Xinzhuo.
Jin Chen’s face was dark as he sent a palm strike towards Little Xinzhuo’s chest.
Little Xinzhuo might not have talent like Xin Lin’s, but he was also a Basic-level Spirit Master, and once he used his Spirit Art, he would be tough to handle.
Jin Chen’s preemptive strike aimed to stop Little Xinzhuo from chanting his Spiritual Mantra.
But his palm hit nothing but air, as Little Xinzhuo vanished in an instant.
Appearing suddenly behind Jin Chen, Little Xinzhuo emerged.
"Earth Spear."
The ground shook violently, and suddenly, multiple earth spears emerged from the soil, shooting up.
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