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The queue of challengers gradually advanced.

The disciples were fighting with real intensity, and Zhang Gonglian was struggling more and more to cope. The wounds on his body gradually increased, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Various challengers took the stage in turn.

With the previous examples as a warning, everyone went all out.

In the elders' seats, several Daoist masters nodded frequently, even starting to comment on the spot, pointing out the strengths and weaknesses of each disciple.

A gauntlet battle originally aimed at the Heavenly Master unexpectedly evolved into a grand examination for the entire Longhu Dojo.

And the instigator, Lin Mo, leaned back in his chair leisurely, watching Zhang Gonglian gradually get battered on the stage, revealing a smile of someone who simply loved watching a good show.

Now this is interesting.

During the battle, the invisible shackles on Zhang Gonglian's body were being stripped away inch by inch with each fierce collision and spell bombardment.

The light of the Golden Light Spell flickered on his body. Occasionally, a wisp of uncontrolled spiritual energy would burst forth from a newly unsealed acupoint, only to be forcibly suppressed back down by him.

This feeling was like driving a runaway carriage that was constantly being modified, thrilling and extremely dangerous.

Lin Mo would also restrict these Longhu Dojo disciples depending on the situation.

Only in this way could Zhang Gonglian's state be squeezed to the absolute limit.

And only under extreme pressure could one's control over power reach the realm of perfection.

The afterglow of the setting sun completely sank below the horizon. The tall streetlights around the martial arts arena lit up one after another, illuminating the entire venue as brightly as day.

Another disciple was sent flying backward by Zhang Gonglian's Yang Five Palm Thunder, landing on one knee and panting heavily.

Alright, wrap it up!

Lin Mo clapped his hands, his lazy voice echoing throughout the arena.

That is it for today! Those who haven't had their turn do not need to rush. We have plenty of time tomorrow. I promise everyone will get a chance to come up and beat the crap out of our Heavenly Master!

Although he said beat up the Heavenly Master, under Lin Mo's manipulation, it was almost always an evenly matched fight.

There was absolutely no one-sided crushing.

Zhang Gonglian would get hit by the disciples in every match, which fit the theme of the duel, but relying on his sufficiently formidable physique, Zhang Gonglian did not lose a single match.

Lin Mo walked over to Zhang Gonglian's side.

At this moment, Zhang Gonglian's Daoist robe had long been reduced to rags, stained with blood and mixed with dirt, looking incredibly wretched.

But he still stood as straight as a javelin, letting sweat mixed with blood slide down his forehead.

He took a deep breath, his gaze slowly sweeping over his fellow disciples sitting cross-legged around him. His chest heaved a little violently, but his voice carried a unique hoarseness and calmness.

Today's duels have benefited me greatly.

He paused and nodded slightly to the crowd.

I hope the same goes for all of you.

Zhang Gonglian's senior brothers also walked over from afar at this time. Looking at Zhang Gonglian in the arena, who was battered but whose eyes were growing clearer, they nodded in gratification and looked at the other disciples.

Sharpening the axe will not delay the woodcutting. These few days will not delay your cultivation too much, but they will allow you to truly see the path under your feet and recognize your own Dao.

Regarding this internal affair of Longhu Mountain, Lin Mo tactfully did not interrupt, merely standing aside with his arms crossed.

He glanced at Zhang Gonglian; the other party's condition was actually on the verge of its limit.

From beginning to end, he did not use his miraculous healing skills to treat his injuries.

This was also to torture... temper Zhang Gonglian.

As for Zhang Gonglian's tribulation, it was also approaching.

Lin Mo intended to thoroughly enjoy the show.

The Heavenly Master's bedroom.

The quaint room was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood and old scrolls. The bookshelves on the four walls were crammed with Daoist texts, and the talismans hanging on the walls loomed in the dim light.

It was similar to the Heavenly Master's office, just with an extra bed.

It was just that the current Zhang Gonglian no longer needed to sleep.

This bed did not have much use.

Zhang Gonglian sat cross-legged on a futon, took out a pale yellow talisman from his robe, and stuck it to his chest.

He mobilized the meager amount of spiritual energy in his body, his fingertips trembling slightly as he activated the talisman.

A warm current instantly spread to his limbs and bones, dispelling the fatigue that had seeped into his marrow.

Every inch of his drained muscles greedily absorbed vitality under this power.

He slowly exhaled a breath of impure air, and his tense body relaxed.

If the fighting had continued, he definitely would have been the first to fall.

Human strength has its limits; even as the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, he could not defy this principle.

That guy Lin Mo had probably seen through his limits long ago, which was why he stopped at just the right moment.

Through this duel, the spiritual energy sealed by layers of shackles in his body had actually loosened.

He could clearly feel that the originally dried-up Hand Yangming Sanjiao Meridian and Hand Jueyin Pericardium Meridian had both restored their flow of spiritual energy.

Unfortunately, the spiritual vortex in his dantian still looked like a half-dead stone mill, turning sluggishly and only grinding out tiny specks of spiritual energy.

Although his spiritual energy reserves had increased, the generation speed could not keep up.

Zhang Gonglian sighed softly, harboring mixed feelings.

Fortunately, there was this duel...

Just as the words left his mouth, he froze.

Wait!

Something is not right!

He suddenly woke up to the reality, as if a clap of thunder had exploded in his mind.

If that bastard Lin Mo had not sealed his power, how would he have ended up in this state today? And why would he need to rely on such a frustrating contest to recover his strength?

This was completely putting the cart before the horse!

An indescribable anger rushed straight from the bottom of his heart to the crown of his head.

He abruptly turned his head, his sharp gaze sweeping to the other side of the room.

The instigator was sitting cross-legged without any regard for his image on his bed made of thousand-year-old Phoebe zhennan wood, leisurely playing on his phone. The screen's light reflected on his face, his expression focused.

That was the Heavenly Master's bed! The place where generations of Heavenly Masters meditated and cultivated!

And this guy just lay on it like that!

At this moment, Lin Mo's fingers were tapping rapidly on the screen.

Lin Mo: I am at Longhu Mountain.

Xie Yuling: You are actually at Longhu Mountain? You went out to play without taking me.

Lin Mo: Definitely next time.

Xie Yuling: Does Longhu Mountain still have a Heavenly Master now?

Seeing this message, Lin Mo subconsciously glanced at Zhang Gonglian, who was looking quite displeased not far away, and his fingers quickly typed a line.

Lin Mo: Yes, he is a blockhead. I will introduce you to him if there is a chance.

Xie Yuling: Not interested.

Lin Mo casually sent a few photos of the sea of clouds and ancient buildings he had taken earlier to Xie Yuling.

The girl was obviously more interested in this ethereal scenery.

Lin Mo: I will bring you here to cultivate when the time comes.

Xie Yuling: No need, I can already make paper airplanes fly and fly and fly now, [Cute Kitty.jpg]

Looking at the cute sticker sent by the girl, a smile crept onto the corners of Lin Mo's mouth.

Chatting with a beautiful girl was indeed much more pleasant.