Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist

“Senior Brother Meng, I think we shouldn’t rush over there yet.”

Wang Chen hurriedly transmitted his voice, and Meng Bing looked at Wang Chen: “Junior Brother Wang, what do you mean by this?”

Junior Brother Wang was also one of the trapped disciples, so it stood to reason that Lin Chen was his savior. Why would he stop him from helping Lin Chen?

“If Lin Chen isn’t a match for the Martial Artist from the Eight Desolates Sect, Senior Brother Meng can step in later. For now, we might as well observe.”

There was a deeper meaning in Wang Chen’s words. He had witnessed Lin Chen effortlessly annihilate those four streams of Innate Fire, and he had a suspicion about Lin Chen’s strength, which was undoubtedly in the Innate Fourth Realm.

The Martial Artists from the Eight Desolates Sect this time included two from the Innate Fourth Realm; the others were all in the Innate Third Realm. Lin Chen might not necessarily suffer losses.

Meng Bing understood the implication in Wang Chen’s words, and his pupils narrowed: “You mean these Martial Artists from the Eight Desolates Sect aren’t a match for Lin Chen?”

Upon comprehending Wang Chen’s message, Meng Bing felt somewhat shocked. Even he dared not claim he could single-handedly defeat these Martial Artists from the Eight Desolates Sect. How long has Lin Chen cultivated?

“Senior Brother Meng, Lin Chen shouldn’t be treated as an ordinary Celestial Pride; waiting a moment won’t hurt.”

Wang Chen saw the doubt in Meng Bing’s eyes, but he didn’t know how to explain further. If he hadn’t witnessed Lin Chen annihilate those streams of Innate Fire firsthand, anyone telling him this would face even more skepticism than what Senior Brother Meng showed.

“Then let’s observe for now.”

Although still filled with doubt, Meng Bing eventually agreed to Wang Chen’s suggestion.

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“Esteemed members of the Thousand Mechanism Sect, this is an enmity between my Eight Desolates Sect and the Canglan Sect. I hope you all refrain from getting involved.”

Wan Xingyao did not rush to make a move but instead looked towards the Thousand Mechanism Sect. He was confident that they would not interfere.

This isn’t a simple grievance; it’s now an open war between the two sects. If the Thousand Mechanism Sect intervenes, it means they are entangled in the war between the Eight Desolates Sect and the Canglan Sect.

Such a major decision is not up to the Elder in the Thousand Mechanism Sect to easily make, let alone its Stewards and Disciples present.

Zeng Xi’s face showed urgency as he also looked at his family’s senior brother.

“Brother Zeng, don’t worry about me.”

Seeing the worry on Zeng Xi’s face, Lin Chen transmitted a message to him, feeling it unnecessary for a friend to fret over his predicament.

“Brother Lin, don’t be reckless. Try to find a way to break free later; I’ll persuade my senior brother to assist you secretly.”

Upon hearing Zeng Xi’s reply, Lin Chen’s lips twitched. It seemed to be a mistrust in his abilities.

Jiang Chen’s gaze also drifted between Lin Chen and Wan Xingyao. If it were up to him, he would prefer to lend Lin Chen a hand, but Wan Xingyao’s words were heavy, indicating that this was a Sect War between the Eight Desolates Sect and the Canglan Sect. His intervention would mean the Thousand Mechanism Sect was taking sides in this sect war.

Such a significant matter isn’t for him to decide.

“Since it’s a matter between the Eight Desolates Sect and the Canglan Sect, my Thousand Mechanism Sect certainly won’t intervene.”

Jiang Chen expressed his stance, and Lin Chen was unsurprised by Jiang Chen’s declaration. He did not view the Thousand Mechanism Sect poorly because, in his shoes, anyone would make the same choice.

“Lin Chen, if you continued hiding in the Canglan Domain, indeed, no one could force your hand, but stepping out means you’re digging your own grave.”

Upon confirming Jiang Chen’s stance, Wan Xingyao focused on Lin Chen, while other disciples from the Eight Desolates Sect further encircled Lin Chen, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

“Is that so?”

Lin Chen smiled, showing no sign of anxiety despite being surrounded. Even if the Martial Artists from the Eight Desolates Sect didn’t seek him out, he would hunt them down.

“Lin Chen, encircled by us, you won’t have any chance to flee.”

Another young disciple from the Eight Desolates Sect couldn’t resist speaking, his eyes eager.

“Enclosed?”

Lin Chen nodded, his mouth curving slightly upward: “Indeed I’m encircled, but not by you; rather, you are encircled by me.”

These words stirred a commotion among the surrounding Martial Artists.

One man had encircled twelve Martial Artists from the Eight Desolates Sect?

Such domineering words!

Wan Xingyao also froze, not anticipating Lin Chen’s audacity even in such a situation: “At death’s door, how dare you boast!”

“Let’s see if it’s truly boasting.”

With a soft whisper, Lin Chen’s aura suddenly surged, and all the Martial Artists relaxing on the plain, viewing the spectacle, wore expressions of disbelief upon sensing Lin Chen’s emitted aura.

“Let’s start with you.”

Like a war god, Lin Chen’s gaze fixed on the previously speaking young disciple from the Eight Desolates Sect, and he threw a punch!