One against Fifty

In the arena, Lin Xiaolu looked at the fifty or so children in front of him, relaxedly swinging his wrists and ankles, then stretched lazily. He wanted to adjust his body to the optimal state.

The senior brother in charge, upon seeing that both sides were ready, looked up at the elders on the high platform.

After getting a nod from the elders, he no longer hesitated and shouted loudly: "Begin sparring!"

"Ahhhhh!"

As soon as his voice fell, the fifty or so children immediately raised their palms, ready to form hand seals and cast spells, shouting loudly.

Lin Xiaolu also let out a weird yell, and his petite body immediately rushed forward, facing the fifty people head-on with his fist raised high.

Yu Chuchu, who was at the very front, had just shouted the name of her spiritual art when Lin Xiaolu had already run up to her. His swinging fist brought wind as it went straight for her face, stunning the little girl on the spot as her mind went completely blank.

The elders on the high platform were also stunned, each showing surprised looks at the scene below.

They didn't expect that facing fifty people, Lin Xiaolu would be so fearless and choose to attack first.

Clearly, these children below had no experience sparring or fighting. Being approached suddenly, they panicked and completely forgot about their own abilities.

"Bang!"

Warm nosebleed sprayed out as Yu Chuchu met only a glimpse of Lin Xiaolu's fist before being punched and flying out!

At this moment, the only thing she could think was: What is going on here? Wasn't it supposed to be her beating Lin Xiaolu until he cried out?

As Yu Chuchu fell to the ground, the boy wasted no time charging into the group of fifty some children, dodging left and right. His fists brought wind as they continuously swung, wide and powerful, moving extremely fast. In just seconds, many children were directly knocked down.

They didn't even have a chance to cast spells. Lin Xiaolu was too fast. His elbows and fists were like blades, hurting wherever they touched!

This scene was clearly unexpected for the elders on the high platform.

Not only was this Lin Xiaolu very agile, he also reacted extremely quickly with skilled moves.

Most importantly, he dared to attack!

In contrast, although his disciples had spiritual arts, they didn't know how to fight at all and lacked combat experience. Now with Lin Xiaolu rushing into the crowd, it was even harder to cast spells freely without risk of injuring teammates. The whole scene looked somewhat like a tiger entering a flock of sheep!

This also made their expressions very ugly. For cultivators to be beaten by a martial practitioner!

"Ha!"

With a loud shout, Lin Xiaolu's small body leapt high. He dodged the spiritual energy from a child midair, then kicked out a beautiful backwards whip kick. It brought howling wind as it swept across that child's neck!

"Boom!"

The child gave a muffled grunt as he was kicked and sent flying out, crashing into a large group of people.

"Slap!"

"Thud!"

"Bang!"

Sounds of strikes rang out continuously as the children in the arena were knocked down one after another by the boy.

"Ahhhhh!" One child was just about to raise his hand to use a technique when Lin Xiaolu's horizontal kick struck his neck. His eyes instantly rolled back as his limp body fell to the ground, the half-formed hand seal dispersing as well.

This scene astonished everyone again!

Li Mingru's disciple was actually so fierce!

Facing over fifty children who had learned spiritual arts, Lin Xiaolu was originally the one who should have been scared.

But at this moment, he had somehow made it seem like the fifty children were the disadvantaged ones!

And he was bullying fifty peers all by himself!

"Quick, spread out and use your arts!"

Seeing Lin Xiaolu's formidable fighting ability knocking down nearly ten children in one go, someone immediately yelled, "Spread out and attack from a distance!"

Hearing this, the children immediately dispersed, pulling back to cast their respective spiritual arts. In an instant, brilliant lights filled the arena as techniques were released accompanied by the shouts of many children!

"Myriad Images Seal!"

"Crescent Blade Aura!"

"Brilliant Flames!"

"Primeval Light Burst!"

"Phoenix Cry Arrows!"

Various mystic art names were shouted out. Although due to the children's low cultivation bases, the might of these arts was still insignificant, there were very many of them. Over forty beams of light carpeted the sky, bombarding the boy.

Seeing this scene, the elders on the high platform finally revealed a hint of smiles.

Lin Xiaolu's previous performance had exceeded all their expectations. Fortunately, none of their little disciples were fools. Coming to their senses now, they immediately found the appropriate counter.

Below the White Jade Platform, Li Miaoxin watched anxiously, worried her junior brother would get injured.

Li Yaoxi just looked at the dazzling scene and laughed coldly, "It can end now."

Little Yuer sat cross-legged, propping up her little head blankly, seeming not to fully understand what was happening on the platform.

The presiding senior brother also focused his gaze, ready to raise his hand to save Lin Xiaolu at any moment to prevent him from being harmed by the spiritual arts.

"Brother Mingru, your disciple is about to lose," Zhao Xuanyi said with a smile.

Li Mingru didn't bother with him, simply raising his head to drink his wine. In his mind, however, he recalled whipping out a dozen streaks of Qi arrows in a cave to temper Little Deer's reaction and evasion abilities.

Cultivators could look down on martial practitioners.

But in the early stages, it was still best not to underestimate a martial practitioner who was hardworking enough, otherwise you would suffer a big loss!

In the arena, seeing the dozens of oncoming beams of spiritual light, Lin Xiaolu's pupils slightly shrank. Then his body moved!

"Boom!"

Several beams missed as they struck the White Jade Platform. Like an agile little monkey, Lin Xiaolu's body flickered swiftly, dodging one ray of light after another.

Somersaults, sliding tackles, splits, jumping up and down, turning and shifting mid-tumble, all sorts of evasion methods were utilized as he dodged all the radiant arts. His speed was so fast it didn't seem like an eight-year-old at all!

This scene once again astonished everyone!

This brat could actually achieve this level!

"Ahhhhhh!" A child flung spiritual arts from both hands, summoning blade aura after blade aura. But Lin Xiaolu's evasion speed grew faster and faster until he was about to charge up to him.

The boy was startled and raised his hands to summon his full power, but Lin Xiaolu directly took one big step forward to seize his wrist just as he was about to form the seal. Then he shook his shoulder and heavily rammed into the child!

"Ha!"

"Bang!"

The boy immediately cried out in pain as his whole body was rammed and sent flying, even knocking down other children who were about to cast spells behind him.

"Whoosh!"

Piercing rupture sounds came again from both sides. Lin Xiaolu's body leapt up, spun horizontally in midair to dodge, then charged forward. He threw an elbow up, sending another child flying with a blow to the chest!

Level Eight - Heart Stopping Elbow!

At this moment, the children in the arena panicked. As first level Qi Condensation cultivators, their inner qi was already scarce. Having just exhausted it all to cast those arts, they now had no spiritual power left at all.

The elders on the high platform were also increasingly alarmed, and Zhao Xuanyi's eyebrows were tightly knitted together.

"Don't be afraid everyone, we have the numbers advantage! Charge together!"

The children shouted and screamed as they threw themselves at Lin Xiaolu, completely lacking a cultivator's bearing. Swinging their fists like monkeys, they pounced towards Lin Xiaolu.

Lin Xiaolu also did not hold back, waving his little arms and legs to messily batter them.

The fifty some children were knocked down by him one after another. Although they had the advantage in numbers, and their fists rained down on Lin Xiaolu like hail, it was completely useless. His body, tempered by horizontal training, was as hard as rock. He completely disregarded their ordinary strikes, and instead slammed down on the surrounding children, filling White Jade Platform with the sounds of children crying from being beaten.