Third Life Reincarnation: Finally Born Into a Magical World-Chapter 96: The Challenge with Lingyin City’s representatives (Part-11)

Chapter 96: The Challenge with Lingyin City’s representatives (Part-11)

Liu Yu had pushed the Remnant Cloud Palm to its absolute limit, unleashing power far beyond his usual level, yet Ryan blocked everything with ease. It was as though his most prized technique had become a child’s game.

Impossible.

This had to be an illusion.

But Ryan’s relaxed expression stood there plainly before him, mocking and undeniable.

The realization struck Liu Yu like a hammer, crushing his confidence.

Rage flared in his chest. "This damn... prick..."

Gritting his teeth, he forced even more strength into his palms, accelerating his movements and thickening the storm of strikes.

It made no difference.

Ryan’s hand was like an unmovable mountain. No matter how Liu Yu attacked, he could not break through.

Ryan let out a soft laugh, his voice dripping with scorn. "You said you’d win easily? This is your full strength? How laughable. Now, get lost."

With a light push of his palm, as effortless as brushing aside dust, Liu Yu’s body was suddenly lifted off the ground. He flew backward, tumbling out of the ring before crashing heavily onto the floor below.

The outcome was decided in an instant.

"Li Wei wins!"

As the referee’s verdict rang out, Wushuang Square erupted once more. Cheers surged like a tidal wave, rolling through Fengyue City and spilling into every street and alley. Li Wei’s name echoed again, louder than before, carried by countless excited voices.

Win again. Another victory.

Ryan had just defeated Liu Yu, a four-star Upper Elite cultivator.

If some people had still harbored doubts after Fang Tian’s defeat, thinking it might have been a coincidence or misjudgment, then this battle erased them completely.

Everyone had seen it with their own eyes. Ryan had blocked Liu Yu’s overwhelming palm technique with a single hand. No matter how fierce the attack, Liu Yu could not even get close.

This kind of dominance needed no explanation. Even a child could see the truth. Ryan’s strength was on an entirely different level.

On the high platform, Wang Zongyao smiled and turned toward Tang Wuying once again. "Brother Tang, Fengyue City has won another round."

Tang Wuying let out a cold snort. "So what? We’ve lost two. We still have three left." His words were stiff, and his expression had grown increasingly dark. Beneath that darkness, confusion churned violently.

He still couldn’t see Ryan’s level.

As an Upper Exalt, Tang Wuying could normally discern the cultivation of any candidate at a glance. The fact that Ryan remained completely unreadable unsettled him deeply.

Only three explanations existed.

Either Ryan had no cultivation at all, which was clearly impossible, or he possessed concealment-type equipment, or his strength exceeded Tang Wuying’s own.

The first option was laughable. The third was even more absurd in Tang Wuying’s eyes. Ryan was young, just a candidate. How could he possibly be stronger than an Upper Exalt?

That left only one conclusion. Ryan must be using concealment props.

And that conclusion made Tang Wuying’s heart sink.

If Ryan needed to hide his cultivation, then his true strength was certainly not low. At the very least, he had to be a five-star Upper Elite or above. That explained everything. Fang Tian. Liu Yu. Their defeats were no accident.

Tang Wuying finally understood why Wang Zongyao had remained so calm from the beginning. This Li Wei was his hidden trump card.

"Brother Tang," Wang Zongyao then said leisurely, seeing Tang Wuying’s expression grow uglier by the second, "You might want to polish that Armor in advance."

"Don’t get ahead of yourself," Tang Wuying snapped. "Our next candidate is also a four-star Elite. Whether your Li Wei can win is still uncertain."

Despite his words, the unease in his heart only deepened.

The third candidate from Lingyin City soon stepped onto the ring. His name was Qian Du, a four-star Elite cultivator, just as Tang Wuying had claimed.

But what followed was nothing short of humiliating.

Qian Du didn’t last long at all.

Ryan allowed him to unleash his strongest martial techniques, watching calmly as every ounce of strength was spent. Only then did Ryan make his move, knocking Qian Du cleanly off the ring with a single strike.

Lingyin City faced a complete defeat once again.

Wang Zongyao laughed until his shoulders shook. Tang Wuying’s face darkened to the point of gloom.

Third match. Ryan wins again.

A four-star Elite still couldn’t force Ryan to use even a fraction of his strength.

The cheers of Fengyue City grew even more fervent. Ryan’s presence in the ring was dazzling, almost blinding. Meanwhile, the expressions of the Lingyin City candidates grew heavier with each passing second.

Clenching his teeth, Tang Wuying sent out the fourth candidate.

This time, the atmosphere shifted.

The fourth candidate was Hua Xiang, a five-star Elite cultivator.

Two entire levels higher than Fan Wei. This time, whether Hua Xiang could win or not, Tang Wuying atleast expected that Ryan would be forced to reveal his true strength.

Yet reality was merciless.

Hua Xiang stepped onto the ring and unleashed everything he had. Iron fists, whirlwind legs, killing palms. His techniques flashed one after another, force roaring like thunder, light flickering across the ring. Each strike carried terrifying power.

And Ryan didn’t move.

He simply raised a hand here, blocked there. Up or down, left or right. Every attack dissolved like water meeting stone. No matter how ferocious Hua Xiang became, he could not even brush Ryan’s sleeve.

In the end, Ryan casually extended his hand and sent Hua Xiang flying off the ring.

Fourth consecutive victory.

The tide had fully turned.

Even after four intense matches, Ryan wasn’t panting, wasn’t sweating. He stood tall on the ring, posture straight, a faint smile still on his face, calm and unhurried.

At that moment, he looked dazzling beyond words.

"Li Wei is incredible!" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"He’s the pride of Fengyue City!"

"So handsome! Beat those Lingyin City dogs into the ground!"

"Li Wei is our hero!"

"I want to marry Li Wei!"

"Dream on, look at your waist! If anyone has a chance, it’s me!"

"Wait, aren’t you a man?"

"Li Wei’s charm transcends gender!"

The square was in an uproar. Admiration poured in from all directions. Women gazed at Ryan with starry eyes, while even men looked at him with open reverence.

Amid the cheers, Fan Wei snorted sourly. "What’s so special? Let him beat the fifth candidate first."

His words were bitter. Many of the cheers once meant for him now belonged to Ryan, and that realization left a sour taste he couldn’t swallow.

"I didn’t expect him to be this strong..." Not far away, Mu Xianling stared at Ryan, who stood on the arena bathed in cheers and light. She murmured softly to herself, her gaze tangled with emotions she couldn’t quite sort out.

She still remembered that bet all too clearly.

If Ryan lost, he would hand over the beast. If she lost, she would serve Ryan for three years.

Back then, she had agreed without hesitation. In her eyes, Ryan was still that infamous "big waste." Serving him? That option was never even in her thoughts.

But now... things were different.

Even without a direct match between them, Ryan had already crushed four candidates from Lingyin City. More importantly, he had defeated Fang Tian, the very person who had beaten her with ease.

Anyone with eyes could see the truth.

Ryan was stronger than her.

This fact made Mu Xianling feel strangely conflicted. The thought of becoming Ryan’s servant for three years should have filled her with disgust and resistance. Yet, without her realizing it, that resistance had been eroding bit by bit.

She no longer hated Ryan as fiercely as before.

Otherwise, why would she have cheered for him earlier? Why would she have wished for his victory?

If this had been the Ryan of the past, she wouldn’t have spared him even a glance, let alone encouragement.

Her heart sank into deeper confusion.

As Ryan stood tall on the ring, his figure straight and confident, Mu Xianling suddenly noticed something she had never wanted to admit. Like many of the girls in the audience, she found herself thinking that he looked... handsome.

The more she looked, the more natural it felt, as if this realization had been waiting quietly for the right moment to surface.

The feeling struck suddenly and fiercely, occupying her heart before she could stop it.

For a brief instant, she almost wanted to shout his name like the others, to let her emotions spill out freely. In the end, she forced herself to hold back.

Yet the question remained, circling endlessly in her mind.

Should she honor the bet?

One answer had once been absolute. Now, it had split into two.

Do I want to?