I Have A Divine Tree In My Heart Chapter 128

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Yan Yu'er was very powerful. She had fire talent and was also an advanced martial artist. Her physical realm had already reached 90%. She was a very young, qualified advanced martial artist with a limitless future.

However, at the moment, Lin Yao had reached his limit, and his physique had exceeded the Iron Person realm. With the three blessings—the Body of Light, the guardian holy seal, and the unlocked gene lock—his physical strength alone was comparable to that of an ordinary warlord.

As he moved his left foot backward, Lin Yao blew up his vital energy seed and assumed a sword-drawing posture. He had already unleashed and gathered his strength to the maximum.

Lin Yao could feel the invincible strength in his body. Upon seeing that Yan Yu'er, who was in front of him, had not turned her head around, he launched the Sword-Drawing Technique without any hesitation.

[Thunderbolt Sword-Drawing Technique—Lightning Flash]

Crack!

There were sounds of electric light flashing in the arena. After the combat skill was launched, a beam of flickering electric light moved forward like a sword.

“Oh no!”

“Hurry up. Dodge!”

“Stop it.”

The referees and the commentators in the arena were the ones shouting these words. As warlords, they had extraordinary eyesight and could sense that something was amiss. However, ordinary people had merely seen a flash of light and hadn't figured out what was going on.

Even Yan Yu'er, who was fighting against Lin Yao, didn't know what was happening.

She was in a happy mood after provoking Yan Yan and was in the midst of turning around with a wide smile on her face. She was quite relaxed and she wasn't turning her head quickly, or perhaps Lin Yao was too fast.

Lin Yao spent less than a second getting into a sword-drawing posture and unleashing a flash of light.

However, the outcome of the match had already been determined within the short time span of less than a second.

“Where is he? What's that?”

“Hurry up, dodge!”

The earlier words had been Yan Yu'er's doubts. After turning around, she lost sight of Lin Yao and could only see a trace of the flashing light.

The last words were hollered by the referee. Yan Yu'er could see the referee pouncing on her in a panic.

“Why is the referee…”

Boom!

Crack!

Yan Yu'er was wondering what had happened, but she soon couldn't do that anymore. Before she could come back to her senses, a massive, powerful force blasted her body from the front, and her petite figure was sent flying more than 20 meters away.

At the same time, excruciating pain seemed to be devouring her from the front, as if her entire body was shattering.

“Ah…”

A miserable scream was heard. Fortunately, she didn't have to endure the subsequent torture, as the terrifying blow had simply knocked her out.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.

As Yan Yu'er was completely hit away, Lin Yao's body also appeared amid the electric light. He then skidded five to six meters in the arena.

Glancing at the worn-out shoes on his feet, Lin Yao frowned.

‘The lightning flash stops immediately after a flash. I haven't practiced enough.'

While Lin Yao was lamenting his shortcomings, the entire stadium had already gone silent.

Tens of thousands of people stared at Yan Yu'er as she rolled on the ground several times like a rag doll in the arena. They then looked at the shirtless Lin Yao standing tall in the arena, and their hearts were filled with shock and fear.

After a long time, buzzing sounds were heard.

“What happened?

“Didn't the commentator say that Yan Yu'er is an advanced martial artist? This…”

“He defeated the enemy with one blow. Besides, this is an intermediate martial artist fighting against an advanced martial artist. What a joke.”

“She's so miserable.”

“What a poor thing. Yan Yu'er's chest must have been shattered.”

“Scoundrel. How can he bear to lay his hands on such a beautiful girl… If she had encountered me… I…”

“By the way, he's really fast. Did you guys see that?”

Below the arena, everyone was discussing the battle zealously. While they discussed, some changes had taken place. Earlier on, many people had been under the impression that the shirtless Lin Yao had a flamboyant personality and was either an indecent man or a maverick hooligan.

However, at the moment, all this had seemingly turned into callousness, and they felt fear and reverence for Lin Yao.

He had been merciless to a petite, adorable beauty. Therefore, the majority of the people present dared not reveal their hostility to Lin Yao.

Of course, the majority were people with hostile feelings for him.

Yan Yu'er had a petite, lovely external appearance. Although she somehow gave others the feeling that she was a little devil, this type of girl was very popular. She had a lot of suitors at No.1 High School. Some of these people could no longer endure seeing her in such a miserable state.

“Scoundrel, how dare you! How dare you! I won't let you off!”

As this furious holler was heard, a young man jumped onto the arena with a fuming expression. Lin Yao didn't say a word. He merely pinned the blood-stained ironwood sword (his competition weapon) to his waist. He then moved his left foot backward and leaned his body forward, assuming the posture of drawing his sword again.

Lin Yao spent one breath of time assuming this posture. Nevertheless, within this breath of time, an electric light had already flashed in Lin Yao's eyes, and terrifying strength was mounting in his body.

However, he didn't launch an attack in the end. As soon as that young man leaped into the arena, he was hit away by the referee. Simultaneously, a voice was heard.

“No. 1 High School, control your people. They are disrupting the competition. A reduction of 30 points for No. 1 High School. What is this student's name?”

While the referee was speaking, the instructor of No. 1 High School had already jumped forward in the arena and held down the young man. Some people also rushed to Yan Yu'er and gave her treatment, and some medical staff approached her with a stretcher.

Amid this bustle, the instructor of No. 1 High School also told the referee, “Li Peng.”

“Li Peng, right? He's disrupting the competition. We'll consider this a defeat. He will join the losers' group for the individual competition. Is he participating in the team competition?”

“Yes.”

“Find a replacement for that team.”

In China, the government calls the shots. Furthermore, it was wartime, and they were very strict about following the rules and regulations. Because he had disrupted the competition, the youth named Li Peng was deemed to have lost the individual competition and was disqualified from the team competition. He even caused No. 1 High School to lose 30 points.

Lin Yao was already very satisfied with this outcome and withdrew the powerful force mounting in his body.

However, the young man was very dissatisfied.

“He almost killed Yan Yu'er. He launched a sneaky attack just now. That's despicable…”

Before he could finish his words, the instructor of No. 1 High School covered his mouth. The referee also said furiously, “Student Lin Yao attacked when I announced the start of the game. Yan Yu'er didn't react in time. The problem is hers. If you say anything that disrupts the competition again, you'll lose the chance to participate in the repechage.”

“Okay, okay. We'll take him in hand properly. He's feeling agitated after seeing his classmate get seriously injured.”

Upon hearing what the instructor of No. 1 High School said, the referee in the arena nodded. Following that, he looked at Lin Yao and frowned. After hesitating for a while, he said, “This is an exchange of moves at a competition between students after all. You're too…”

“I've already restrained most of my strength.”

As he spoke, Lin Yao displayed the body of the ironwood sword. During the last moment of the battle, Lin Yao had used the sword to hit Yan Yu'er.

He didn't have a good impression of this devil-like girl. In addition, the enmity between her and Yan Yan had implicated him, and Lin Yao wanted to teach Yan Yu'er a lesson.

However, no matter how bad the crime was, she didn't deserve to die. Therefore, Lin Yao hadn't acted that viciously.

After seeing the blood stains on the sword, the referee also understood what had happened. Lin Yao had used the body of the sword to hit Yan Yu'er.

However, there was a flash of surprise in the referee's eyes when Lin Yao said that he had restrained most of his strength.

‘He's already that terrifying after restraining most of his strength? If he exerts his full strength…”

Lin Yao ignored the referee's surprise. He was also not bothered by the discussions swarming around him. After placing the ironwood sword on the weapon rack next to the arena, Lin Yao returned to his seat.

At that moment, the team of players from Ninghai No. 4 High School stared at Lin Yao with shock and terror in their eyes. Obviously, even they'd been taken aback by Lin Yao's aggression. He had defeated an advanced martial artist with a single blow. The strongest player from Ninghai No. 4 High School was only an advanced martial artist. This also meant that Lin Yao could possibly defeat the advanced martial artists from his school with a single blow.

Although Yan Yu'er had failed because she had underestimated Lin Yao and been distracted by provoking others, Lin Yao wouldn't have been able to seize the opportunity if he hadn't been as fast as lightning.

“What's happening? He could barely defeat Shi Qiang last time. How did he become so strong in less than a week?”

Amongst the many of them who were feeling shocked, Zhang Feng felt the most indignant. After being defeated by Lin Yao's Heavenly Thunder, he hadn't despaired. He had since recovered from his injury and found out that Lin Yao could guide thunder and lightning but not forcibly activate them. Therefore, he was confident about defeating Lin Yao on a bright and sunny day. However, he was suffering from an emotional meltdown at the moment. What made him feel worse was that Lin Yao was advancing too quickly.

Besides Zhang Feng, Tu Hong was also stupefied.

While Lin Yao had been away to improve himself, he had been pestering him to attend the group training. In his opinion, strength advancement was a gradual process that took time and effort. One would not be able to improve much within a short duration of less than a week. It was thus better to train in a group to make the team stronger.

However, judging from the scene before him, it was obvious that he had been wrong. There were differences between humans.

Nevertheless, feelings of joy welled in his heart after his initial astonishment.

Zhang Feng felt bitter because he was lagging far behind Lin Yao. Now, he couldn't compete with Lin Yao at all and could forget about the Bodhi Leaf. Nevertheless, Tu Hong and Lin Yao didn't have a conflict of interest. In fact, the stronger Lin Yao was, the more rewards Tu Hong would get, as he was Lin Yao's instructor.

“Good. Excellent. You're right. Regardless of what you do in the future, just give me a call to keep me informed.”

Geniuses could not be restrained. Tu Hong gave Lin Yao the greatest freedom. Lin Yao naturally responded by thanking him.

Although Tu Hong wouldn't be able to stop Lin Yao in any case, Lin Yao was happier when dealing with less trouble. Following that, Lin Yao turned his gaze to Yan Yan, who was staring blankly in the direction where Yan Yu'er had landed on the ground.

“Sorry, I beat your sister badly.”

“This is an arena competition, and one has to be mindful of being injured when one is up there. Besides, I'm not on good terms with her.”

Lin Yao was left somewhat speechless by Yan Yan's expression.

‘There is neither sorrow nor hatred or resentment on her face. Only melancholy that likely stems from the fact that she didn't defeat her personally. In other words, there isn't a trace of sadness in her even though I beat her sister up that badly. This pair of sisters have a really poor relationship. It should be due to family reasons. Perhaps they have the same father and different mothers? Is this some family melodrama with a campy plot?'

Of course, Lin Yao wouldn't speak his mind. After saying a few words to the few people he was familiar with, he returned to his seat and waited for the team competition to begin in the afternoon.

‘The arena competitions held in the city are rather standard. They take into account the players' physical strength, injuries, and various factors. At the individual competition, each person can only participate in one battle a day. There is also only one round of team competitions per day.'

What happened in reality was not a game. One would need time to recover from physical exhaustion and injuries. Resting time was necessary between battles. The current competition that Lin Yao was taking part in was at most considered a qualifying round in the youth category. The real competition was more than that. Each battle would require a long period of recuperation, and there were also reserve players in each team.

While waiting, Lin Yao looked at the gold combat skill he had just used [Thunderbolt Sword-Drawing Technique—Lightning Flash].

Although it was also a Sword-Drawing Technique, it was unlike the Clear Mirror Sword-Drawing Technique, which had a strange style. The Thunderbolt Sword-Drawing Technique used thunder and lightning to stimulate the body to take the explosive path. This was similar to the principle of the electric current stimulating the body. It was also because of this that Lin Yao had been able to attain real success in this combat skill in a short time span of two to three days.

After all, Lin Yao had practiced the electric current stimulation of the Thunderbolt Sword-Drawing Technique and sword drawing for a long time. The combination of these two was naturally fast.

There was only one reason Lin Yao had chosen this Sword-Drawing Technique technique—it was different from the defense, counterattacks, and sneak attacks of other Sword-Drawing Techniques. Its style was one of rapid advancement.

The crux of the Sword-Drawing Technique was the union of the body and mind, gathering one's strength at a focal point, and determining life and death with one sword move. On the other hand, the Thunderbolt Sword-Drawing Technique could converge the strength at the foot and then unleash its full power. When that time came, Lin Yao's speed would be akin to a booming thunder tearing across the sky. He could then close in on the opponent at lighting speed and defeat them with one blow.

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