Chapter 0303: Not Bowing Down

Chapter 0303: Not Bowing Down

Collisions are permitted during the race.

The Blue Spirit saints often undergo such training and are proficient in collision techniques. This competition is heavily skewed in their favor!

As expected, Ji Kailin and several other saints released a protective aura around their bodies, charging recklessly and knocking many warriors aside.

The warriors who were knocked down fell to the ground and were trampled, resulting in injuries.

It must be noted that at this moment, the warriors were each carrying a 20,000-jin (approximately 10,000 kg) heavy iron weight in both hands, making their body weight unimaginable. Being stepped on once would result in severe injuries.

Qin Yun stood at the starting line, his two iron weights already replaced with heavier ones. He would have to carry a total of 80,000 jin and run a hundred laps. Just the thought of it made it seem incredibly daunting!

Originally, Qin Yun had a high chance of winning this round.

But now, encountering such a situation, it made people secretly suspect that the Blue Spirit Holy Palace had secretly intervened, deliberately blocking Qin Yun from advancing to the second round!

Xie Wufeng sighed regretfully, "Brother Yun has no hope of winning now. Fortunately, he participated in the mystical inscription competition, so he can focus on that now!"

Lan Fengjin muttered a curse under her breath, "Ji Kailin and his gang are really cunning. If I get the chance, I will definitely teach them a lesson!"

Murong Daren said helplessly, "This grand event was originally meant to showcase the abilities and strengths of the Blue Spirit saints. Brother Yun's appearance stole their spotlight. If the final winner is not a Blue Spirit saint, this grand event of the Blue Spirit Holy Palace would be meaningless!"

Huo Zhong, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, whispered, "Maybe Brother Yun can create a miracle?"

"Impossible! That's close to 100,000 jin. If he had the time of a full incense stick, it might be possible. But now, with only half an incense stick's time, this punishment clearly aims to prevent him from passing this round!" Lan Fengjin shook her head and sighed.

The number of warriors on the track, originally four to five hundred, had now dwindled to just over three hundred. Nearly two hundred had been injured during collisions and had withdrawn from the competition. Most of these were from the Xuan-level martial academies and various other realms.

Among those still running, most had significantly slowed down.

However, those few Blue Spirit saints and disciples from the four palaces were still running fast and steadily, though they were panting heavily.

One-third of the incense stick had already burned.

The disciples from the four palaces and the Blue Spirit saints had run over fifty laps, nearly halfway through!

It must be said that in every aspect, they were stronger than the ninth-level warriors from the Xuan-level martial academies and various realms.

Everyone watched as many warriors collapsed on the track, sighing in sympathy.

Especially those warriors at the seventh or eighth level of the Martial Body stage, who were asking themselves if they could pass such a test if they reached the ninth level!

Half of the incense stick had almost burned out. The disciples from the Blue Spirit Star Palace had run eighty to ninety laps. Xue Ziyeh had also made it this far, though she was running quite slowly!

There were still quite a few warriors who had persisted to this stage, over two hundred. But at the start, there were five hundred, so less than half remained.

Finally, half of the incense stick had burned out. Ji Kailin had also completed a hundred laps, being the first to finish the assessment.

He stood proudly at the starting line, gazing at Qin Yun, who was waiting to begin his run.

"Qin Yun, you should just give up. Honestly, you should just participate in the mystical inscription competition!" Ji Kailin's mocking laughter was filled with arrogant triumph.

At this moment, those few Blue Spirit saints also completed their runs one after another.

The saint who had framed Qin Yun also successfully completed a hundred laps, proving that his foot had never been stepped on!

Qin Yun looked at these guys, his anger growing even more. To prevent these dirty tricksters from triumphing, he would never give up, never admit defeat, and never fear!

"Even if I have to crawl, I will finish a hundred laps, and I will never bow to you trash!" His tone was filled with determination, his stubborn and resolute eyes full of defiance.

"Qin Yun, start!" shouted the elder.

The spectators around the running track were immediately riveted, all eyes focused intently on Qin Yun!

Qin Yun immediately picked up two iron weights, each weighing forty thousand pounds, gritted his teeth, and charged ahead.

He didn't have much time left; he had to finish a hundred laps without stopping.

He couldn't hold anything back from the start!

As he ran, he mobilized the inner energy from his three inner cores and also used his spiritual energy to lift the two iron weights, lightening their load!

From the start, his speed was jaw-dropping, surprising many!

"He's going all out, running with everything he's got... He's pushing his body to the limit, and he won't last long!" Lan Fengjin felt a pang of heartache as she gazed at the defiant Qin Yun, his determination deeply affecting her.

Xie Wufeng watched expressionlessly, his eyes burning with rage. He could deeply feel Qin Yun's fury at the injustice, all orchestrated by Ji Kailin and his group!

Ji Kailin and his companions dared not look in Xie Wufeng's direction, but they could feel his piercing sword aura enveloping them!

Xue Ziyeh also completed a hundred laps, soaked with sweat and panting heavily as she sat by the track. Seeing Qin Yun pass by her, she softly called out, "Qin Yun, I believe you can succeed, and you must believe in yourself too! If you lose, it will be Ji Kailin's victory, and we can't let them have the satisfaction!"

Qin Yun, still running, glanced at her and nodded.

Xue Ziyeh gave him a gentle smile, her sincere expression full of encouragement.

She, who rarely smiled, had a smile that was a bit awkward, but it was the purest, simplest, and most genuine smile, incredibly beautiful!

Half of the half-stick of incense had burned, and Qin Yun was the only one left on the track!

He had run eighty laps in one go, astonishing everyone!

To think, if he were only carrying ordinary iron weights, with such strength and speed, he would have already completed a hundred laps!

This level of strength had already surpassed that of Ji Kailin and the other saints!

Qin Yun was desperately pushing his limits, gritting his teeth, carrying the iron weights as he ran. He felt his steps growing heavier, his body becoming more burdensome...

"His potential is terrifying! Has it finally run out?"

"To achieve this much, even if he loses, it's an honorable defeat!"

"If the iron weights he carried were the same as others', he would have finished a hundred laps long ago!"

Thud!

Qin Yun, his legs weak, suddenly fell forward, collapsing to the ground! He was only fifteen laps short of a hundred!

But his stamina and time were completely insufficient!

"I must stand up, I must not lose to those bastards!" Qin Yun gritted his teeth, let out a deep roar, and his formidable willpower caused the three golden inner cores within him to spin wildly.

The golden inner cores, his spirit wandering, three strands of spirit floated out of his body, frantically absorbing the Nine Sun spiritual energy!

Qin Yun felt waves of spiritual energy entering his body and slowly stood up, but his body still felt incredibly heavy, as if he were carrying a massive mountain on his shoulders, barely able to move.

"Fifteen more laps!" He glanced at the incense stick, which was almost burnt out.

"Go!"

Qin Yun roared, and somehow found the strength to start running again!

"He's still running! Where is he getting this strength?"

"You have to admire him; even knowing it's impossible, he still wants to finish this path!"

"Sigh, if he hadn't encountered that incident at the beginning, he would have passed easily!"

The onlookers in the hall were all moved by Qin Yun's indomitable spirit, sighing in regret.

Zhuochuan, who had come with Qin Yun, had only escorted him to the door before heading to the Essence Pattern Hall, so he wasn't present. Upon hearing about Qin Yun's situation, he and Lan Huayu rushed over immediately.

As soon as Zhuochuan arrived, he shouted to Qin Yun, "Qin Yun, you're overdrawing your life force! If you continue like this, it will greatly affect your bone structure and might even significantly impact your entry into the Martial Dao realm!"

Entering the Martial Dao realm is the goal of warriors at the ninth level of the Martial Body stage. If it truly would have a great impact, he should give up to avoid endless future troubles!

"Qin Yun, even if you lose here, you still have the Essence Pattern competition! With your strength, you're sure to do well there!" Lan Fengjin quickly advised.

Qin Yun's madness in surpassing his limits had tortured his body into a pitiful state, with blood seeping from his skin.

Even so, he continued to carry the two iron weights and run forward.

"This is bad; these are signs of Qi deviation!" Lan Huayu urgently said, "His thoughts are too extreme right now, which is very harmful to him!"

Qin Yun's eyes were bloodshot, his skin oozing blood, looking quite frightening. The most frightening thing was that, despite his condition, he could still carry the iron weights and keep running!

"Grandpa, what should we do?" Lan Fengjin was very anxious, "Quick, stop him!"

Xie Wufeng looked at Qin Yun and sighed, "It's up to him now, hopefully he'll suddenly come to his senses. Otherwise, if we forcibly intervene, it will only make his condition worse."

Lan Huayu nodded, "Indeed, it's up to him!"

Soon, Qin Yun ran another ten laps, now only five laps remained!

"Heavens, this is terrifying! Is he even human? With the cultivation of the ninth level of the Martial Body stage, he can carry eighty thousand jin iron weights and run ninety-five laps quickly!"

"He can give up now, having done this much, even if he loses, no one will laugh at him!"

"Brother Yun, you've done very well!" Huo Zhong shouted, "Stop now, if you continue, you'll really be ruined!"

Lan Fengjin, Xie Wufeng, Murong Daren... Qin Yun's friends were all urging him to give up, because if he persisted, his skeleton would fall apart.

Bang!

Qin Yun collapsed to the ground again, half-opening his eyes to look at the incense stick, which had only a little over half an inch left and wouldn't burn much longer.

"Have I really lost? Lost again to injustice, to these powerful figures?" He sighed inwardly, then looked at his friends and suddenly realized that he wasn't alone now.

Now, he had friends encouraging him, caring for him, and teachers guiding him. How bright everything was!

"I must win!" A surge of heroic spirit rose within him.

The Tree Totem, which had been attached to the Nether Sun Inner Pill, suddenly awakened...