Chaos Sword Body Technique: The Sword God is invincible!
Chapter 376: Inner Sect Ten Saints

Chapter 376: Chapter 376: Inner Sect Ten Saints

"Xu Qing, how dare he sit in that seat?"

Lin Yi’s choice to sit in the front row immediately aroused dissatisfaction among the Inner Sect Saints.

That seat, according to seniority, should not have fallen to Lin Yi, a newly promoted Inner Sect Saint.

Although Lin Yi had reached the Eighth Level of the Sword Realm,

his talent in the Sword Dao was said to be unrivaled in the entire Heavenly Sword Holy Land.

But his actual strength had yet to be verified.

He did not have the right to sit in the front row.

Yet Lin Yi chose to ignore those discontented glances. After all, no matter what he did, he would be disliked by these people, so why should he care?

He could do whatever he wanted—did he really need others to point fingers and tell him what to do?

However, before Lin Yi could get comfortable, the first person to instruct him appeared.

It was a young Sword Cultivator who looked to be about forty, named Jiang Yunhe, one of the Inner Sect Ten Saints. His aura was profound and his cultivation was solid.

Jiang Yunhe looked at Lin Yi with an icy face. He and Gu Shentong were close friends and obviously held contempt for the one who had "caused the death" of Gu Shentong.

"Xu Qing, you might be qualified to sit here at the next tournament, but this time, you do not yet have that right."

However, Lin Yi remained indifferent and lightly said, "How do you know I’m not qualified to sit here?"

"Is this seat decided by seniority or by strength?"

Jiang Yunhe sneered, deliberately leaning in closer, and said coldly, "Whether it’s seniority or strength, you don’t qualify."

"Do you understand?"

The next second, however, a terrifying surge of momentum exploded from Lin Yi, sending Jiang Yunhe flying dozens of meters away, nearly falling to the ground in a very awkward state.

Lin Yi laughed, "If someone with your strength can sit in this first row, I see no reason why I can’t."

"Brat, you’re asking for a beating!"

Enraged, Jiang Yunhe immediately drew his longsword from his waist. His aura erupted like a volcano, and he slashed towards Lin Yi!

Facing Jiang Yunhe’s furious strike, Lin Yi’s face remained calm as ever. He slowly lifted the Sword Scabbard and parried.

Clang!

The sword light and the Sword Scabbard clashed, sending sparks flying.

However, the result was Lin Yi standing unmoved, while Jiang Yunhe’s body was sent flying dozens of meters away once again.

"What?"

This scene caught the eyes of the nearby Inner Sect Saints, who were astonished.

They had hoped that Jiang Yunhe would give Lin Yi a good lesson on their behalf, but could it be that Lin Yi hadn’t even drawn his sword yet and just the Sword Scabbard had repelled Jiang Yunhe, one of the Inner Sect Ten Saints?

It was a clear-cut result.

"Xu Qing, I didn’t expect you to be so well hidden; I had underestimated you!"

Having lost face in public, Jiang Yunhe, with nowhere to hide his embarrassment, retorted, "But just now was only a probe; I used less than thirty percent of my strength. Now, the real fight begins!"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the other Inner Sect Saints showed a sudden realization. Jiang Yunhe had only used thirty percent of his strength, no wonder he was no match for Lin Yi.

However, that Lin Yi could defeat Jiang Yunhe at thirty percent strength meant he was somewhat capable.

Among the Inner Sect Saints, he should be able to make it into the top twenty.

"Enough!"

Just as Jiang Yunhe was pretending and seemed to want to fight Lin Yi to the end, a stern shout suddenly came from not far away.

It was Half-Saint Xuan Yu,

the host of the tournament.

"The tournament is about to begin. If you want to fight, take it to the Battle Platform."

"Yes."

Half-Saint Xuan Yu’s intervention provided Jiang Yunhe with an opportunity to save face; he quickly bowed to Half-Saint Xuan Yu and then swiftly left.

Half-Saint Xuan Yu’s gaze fell on Lin Yi, "You kid, even before the tournament has started, you’ve taken a seat in the front row; aren’t you afraid of being beaten down?"

"Saint Elder jests. If the disciple dares to sit here, naturally, I have the confidence to do so."

Lin Yi replied with a light smile.

"Oh?"

Half-Saint Xuan Yu raised an eyebrow, "It seems you’re very confident you can make it into the top ten of the tournament."

Lin Yi didn’t respond. Results weren’t achieved by boasting; they had to be fought for and won in reality!

"I look forward to your performance in the tournament."

After leaving those words, Half-Saint Xuan Yu, too, vanished in a flash, appearing on a nearby platform.

He began to announce the rules of the tournament.

The tournament rules were simple—the Inner Sect Saints would be divided into ten groups for martial arts exchanges.

To ensure fairness, each group would include one of the Inner Sect Ten Saints as a seeded player.

Ultimately, the first from each group would be the top ten of the tournament.

The tournament, held only once every three years, served as a selection for the Saints of the Holy Land over three years.

Every tournament would see the rise of talented Sword Cultivators who would reveal their edge and stand out.

As the saying goes, new generations replace the old—it was the same here.