Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

The Sword Bone elder waved his hand grandly:

"Now, the mixed battle begins!"

With the Sword Bone's command, the initially noisy arena suddenly fell silent. Those who were chatting also went quiet, looking at each other warily, afraid of any sudden attack.

A total of a thousand people, with eighty percent to be eliminated, leaving only two hundred! This demonstrates the brutality of the first round of the mixed battle!

However, this quiet atmosphere did not last long. Finally, a disciple from the Crimson Flame Sect couldn't hold back and roared, drawing his weapon and attacking a nearby Sunlight Sect disciple.

With that strike, it seemed to set off a chain reaction, and the originally calm arena burst into battle instantly.

Lin Chen, Mo Wan'er, and Li Ping were not together, but not far apart. If Lin Chen wished, he could support them both in a few steps.

No matter what, they were Lin Chen's friends, and he wouldn't stand by and watch them get eliminated in the first round.

The arena turned into a battleground, with divine energy overflowing, filled with shouts of fighting and killing everywhere.

Lin Chen, standing near a corner and being at the fourth stage of Divine Sense, neither too high nor too low, found himself unbothered for a while.

Yet, he remained vigilant, the divine energy within him flowing slowly, ready to counteract if attacked. He extended his Divine Sense, observing the situations of others around him.

Throughout the large arena, battles erupted everywhere, with disciples targeting those weaker than themselves to knock them out, increasing their chances of making the top two hundred.

In any sect, disciples like the top five of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion's outer sect are rare. Most disciples don't reach that level; many are even at the first or second stage of Divine Sense.

Some low-level disciples are extremely cautious, fearing attack and elimination, while the stronger ones can attack freely, knocking anyone they dislike off the stage.

At this moment, Qian Jin had a sullen face, constantly searching for targets. Upon spotting a disciple from another sect who was not too strong, he would attack and defeat them.

What is Qian Jin's level? Ninth stage of Divine Sense, near peak combat power. Despite losing an arm, reducing his combat power, he remained a top presence on this stage, overpowering disciples like a tiger among sheep, with no one able to withstand a single move of his.

Qian Jin, face dark, relentlessly attacked those weaker disciples, clearly venting his dissatisfaction by taking his anger out on these innocent disciples, showing no mercy.

Chu Hanrou and others frowned upon seeing this but understood Qian Jin's feelings. Since Qian Jin targeted disciples from other sects, they chose not to intervene, simply resting with eyes closed and staying alert against personal attacks.

However, in this mixed battle, no one would attack these top-strength individuals. Even if someone slightly stronger existed, defeating them would likely come at a high cost, leaving them vulnerable to others. These top combatants were in no rush, as they were destined to meet later in the competition.

While Lin Chen was observing, he suddenly noticed Mo Wan'er encountering trouble not far away, frowned, and immediately headed over there.

Mo Wan'er, filled with anger, glared coldly at the man before her, saying:

"You're utterly despicable!"

"Hahahaha! Little girl, it's just your innocence!"

The man, dressed in a white robe, was clearly a disciple of the Opening Source Sect, his divine energy surging, exhibiting a pinnacle aura of the third stage of Divine Sense.

Earlier, Mo Wan'er was cautiously on guard, yet the man approached and struck up a conversation with her.

He claimed to be from the Opening Source Sect, ranked low in the arena, fearful of being defeated and eliminated, thus proposed a brief alliance with Mo Wan'er, offering mutual aid if attacked.

In the arena, such brief alliances were common, though Lin Chen and the other two had not initially considered it. Mo Wan'er, lacking confidence in her strength, found his sincere tone genuine, thus agreed.

Unexpectedly, while chatting, the man suddenly launched an attack using a divine skill, injuring Mo Wan'er.

Cooperating in good faith only to be deceived and injured, how could Mo Wan'er not be angry?

The man laughed arrogantly and then said coldly:

"Blame your gullibility! Eliminating one more increases my chance of making the top two hundred, so off you go!"

Just as he finished, a faint white divine light burst from his palm, and he struck toward Mo Wan'er.

Mo Wan'er, already injured, found her divine energy obstructed, unable to counteract, only watching the palm imprint closing in on her!

"Is it ending like this?"

Just as she thought she would be struck and lose her qualifying chance, a cold snort suddenly echoed. A figure, quick as lightning, appeared by Mo Wan'er's side, divine energy surging, with a fierce sleeve swing dispelling the attack. Mo Wan'er recognized the figure and joyfully exclaimed:

"Big Brother Lin Chen, it's you!"

After neutralizing the attack, Lin Chen didn't spare the man a glance, walked over, and helped Mo Wan'er up, frowning as he asked:

"You okay?"

Mo Wan'er, relieved, knowing she was safe now with Lin Chen, replied:

"Big Brother Lin Chen, I'm fine, just my meridians are a bit blocked, it'll be okay soon. But you must teach that despicable man a lesson! He tricked me into an alliance, then ambushed me!"

"Is that so? Alright, don't worry, leave everything to me. Here's a Recovery Pill, rest for a bit."

After handing her a bottle of pills, Lin Chen raised his head and coldly looked at the man.