Cosmic Trading System

"Boom——"

Lin Yun dispatched the third opponent with another swift strike of his sword.

With three wins under his belt, Lin Yun achieved a fifteen-win streak.

Compared to the rules of the competition, this achievement was nothing remarkable. Many of the top-ranked competitors had already achieved thousands or even tens of thousands of consecutive victories.

The farther one went, the faster their score increased.

If Lin Yun challenged those leading competitors and won, he would secure half of their scores and rapidly ascend the rankings.

Unfortunately, the rules of the competition stipulated that if one's own score was too low, they couldn't challenge competitors with much higher scores.

Otherwise, everyone could challenge the leading competitors and it would be utterly chaotic.

"Sorry, I'm resting for this match!"

Another competitor on a different stage saw Lin Yun flash past. His face slightly changed, and he rushed to announce.

Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly dashed down from the stage, fearful that the referee might misunderstand and declare the start of the match between him and Lin Yun.

With Lin Yun's triad of victories, not to mention his fifteen-win streak, which included formidable opponents like Little Ice God Ao Qiong, he started attracting the attention of participants with similar scores.

Despite his seventeen-win streak, this competitor knew all too well that he was no match for Little Ice God Ao Qiong.

Even Little Ice God Ao Qiong had lost to Lin Yun, so there was no point in seeking defeat for himself.

His current score was hard-earned; he didn't want to throw it away in vain.

Luckily, he'd already battled three times and could rest for this match.

Seeing this, Lin Yun slightly furrowed his brows.

However, since the other party had already descended the stage, Lin Yun did not pursue him.

Thankfully, he did not need to be picky about his opponents. As long as he found an opponent with a similar win rate, it was pretty straightforward.

Whoosh!

With these thoughts in mind, Lin Yun quickly flashed over to another stage.

"Um...sorry...I'm also resting this round!"

The competitor on that stage saw Lin Yun approaching and instantly paled, hurriedly calling out.

Whoosh!

In a blink, he also darted down from the stage.

However, not everyone had already fought three rounds.

Swiftly, Lin Yun commenced battle with the fourth competitor.

The fourth competitor had not fought enough rounds and couldn't leave the stage; he had no choice but to face off against Lin Yun.

Without a doubt, Lin Yun won once again.

Then followed the fifth victory.

And the sixth.

In the process, some competitors swiftly retreated as soon as they saw Lin Yun taking the stage.

Those who faced off against Lin Yun hadn't yet fought three rounds or were just oblivious of Lin Yun's strength.

As Lin Yun's victories mounted, those who had retreated early heaved sighs of relief.

"This young man is really powerful..."

"No wonder he could defeat Little Ice God Ao Qiong..."

"There's also that genius from the Clark Family, his strength is not inferior to Little Ice God Ao Qiong. He just started participating and lost to him. I don't know if that's bad luck or good fortune. But from this, one can discern that this young man is certainly extraordinary..."

"It's a good thing I withdrew earlier. Otherwise, I would have been among the ones losing to him now!"

Previously retreated competitors all sighed with admiration.

The universe was vast, and there were countless pieces of information every day. Many news were suppressed by the new information about the Heavenly Principle Fruit competition. Not everyone knew about Lin Yun, but with Lin Yun making headway, more and more people recognized him.

"What? That's Lin Yun!"

"He's Lin Yun? The Lin Yun who killed Bloodthirsty Demon Nanweng?"

"He's the Lin Yun who has faced off against super warriors like Black Dragon King and Lord of All?"

"Heavens! He's actually participating too!"

"Isn't this picking on others?"

Many who recognized Lin Yun exclaimed in surprise.

"Boom——"

Another opponent of Lin Yun was thrown off the stage.

The seventh victory.

"... earned a fifty-nine-win streak!"

The referee on the stage announced.

Fifty-nine wins attracted numerous eyeballs.

The identity of Lin Yun also gradually spread.

"Damn, is he that extraordinary twelfth-level peak cultivator Lin Yun?"

"Bullying! This is bullying!"

Many competitors were dumbfounded once they found out Lin Yun's identity.

"He... He's the legendary... Lin Yun? I... I was actually his first opponent?"

The Seven Difficulties Taoist soon discovered Lin Yun's identity. He was incredulous and tremblingly said.

At that moment, he felt a shiver run down his spine.

My God!

The legendary, terrifyingly powerful twelfth-level peak cultivator Lin Yun... he actually battled him!

Ordinary super warriors could kill cultivators like him like mere playthings.

The other party's strength was beyond an ordinary super warrior. If he wanted to kill him, it would be even simpler.

Yet… he didn't sustain any serious injuries...

"This Lin Yun... showed more than ordinary mercy... God, I still bear a grudge against him, I deserve to die!" moaned the Seven Difficulties Taoist, fright mixed with remorse.

"Earlier, I even said he didn't qualify to participate in this Heavenly Principle Fruit competition. If he doesn't qualify, who among us does? He... heard it and didn't bear a grudge against me, how magnanimous. Compared to him, I feel so petty!" The Seven Difficulties Taoist turned beet-red.

However, he also vaguely grasped a fact.

This Lin Yun, despite his extraordinary talent, despite his powerful backing, despite his possession of... the legendary Bloodthirsty Sword, did not seem to be a man of poor character!

"Maybe, only persons like him deserve the Bloodthirsty Sword!"

The Seven Difficulties Taoist muttered to himself.

At that moment, his views changed. His resentment and disgruntlement toward Lin Yun transformed into admiration.

The eighth victory.

The ninth victory.

The tenth victory.

Lin Yun kept accumulating victories, his score rising rapidly.

Soon, almost all the cultivators present knew about the competitor, Lin Yun.

"Is that Lin Yun?"

"He doesn't seem as strong as the stories say. That Yi Family genius, I could have disposed of him with a single sword strike, but it took him so many!"

"Hmph! His talent is mediocre. If he wasn't from the Immortal Origin Holy Land, his strength would be much less than it is now..."

"If I was from the Immortal Origin Holy Land, I would be a hundred, a thousand times stronger than him!"

Some talented competitors looked at Lin Yun on the stage and scoffed dismissively.

The world was never short of jealous individuals. They were extremely envious of Lin Yun.

They envied Lin Yun's origin, they envied Lin Yun's background, they envied Lin Yun's talent, they envied Lin Yun's current strength, they envied Lin Yun's Bloodthirsty Sword...

"Lin Yun, right? Let me battle you!"

Finally, one talented competitor couldn't hold back anymore. He flashed onto the stage where Lin Yun was and declared coldly.