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Chapter 62: You Don't Stand a Chance!

Outside the Symbol Master Tower—

Master Yan, Han Yun, and the others stared unblinkingly at the towering gray tower.

At this moment, a faint glow shimmered across the tower's surface, composed of countless scattered light dots—each representing a Symbol Master inside the tower.

From bottom to top, the number of lights gradually decreased. By the time the seventh floor was reached, the lights disappeared entirely.

On the sixth floor, however, two bright points stood out.

"Looks like Ziyue and that Zhou Tong have made it to the sixth floor. I wonder what floor Lin Fan has reached by now?"

A middle-aged Symbol Master beside Master Yan murmured as he watched the two lights on the sixth floor.

Master Yan remained silent, his gaze firmly fixed on the tower.

Just then, Han Yun chuckled. "Heh, Yan Xuan, looks like your Yan City Symbol Masters are doing a little better than last year. Now it's just a matter of who can reach the seventh floor."

"Someone else just entered the sixth floor—two people, at once!"

Master Yan had just opened his mouth when another middle-aged Symbol Master suddenly cried out in surprise.

It had to be Lin Fan entering the sixth floor… but who was the other one? Could it be Lin Dong?

Yan Xuan narrowed his eyes at the two newly appeared lights on the sixth floor, guessing silently.

"Who are those two? Aside from Zhou Tong, no one from Tianhuo City is capable of reaching the sixth floor," Han Yun muttered, frowning in clear displeasure.

"One of them should be Lin Fan. As for the other, hard to say," an excited Yan City Symbol Master responded.

"Lin Fan? The one who defeated Cao Zhu?" Han Yun's expression darkened even further.

"Hmph. Even if your Yan City Symbol Masters have more people on the sixth floor, once Zhou Tong enters the seventh floor, the tower still belongs to Tianhuo City!"

The Yan City Symbol Masters' joy dampened slightly at his words, but their eyes remained locked on the sixth floor. In their hearts, they were hoping Lin Fan would reach the seventh floor next.

Inside the sixth floor of the tower—

Two figures trudged slowly across the empty space—Ziyue and Zhou Tong, the first to reach this floor.

"That guy… doesn't he ever get tired?"

Ziyue stared at the mental pressure barrier ahead, her face clearly strained.

"Apologies. This time, your Yan City is going to lose."

Zhou Tong stopped just before the entrance to the seventh floor, then turned to her and said,

"I'm going up first. If you have the ability, come find me."

With that, he stepped forward, piercing through the mental barrier and vanishing into the seventh floor.

Ziyue bit her lip, her body drenched in sweat. She stared at the place Zhou Tong had disappeared, heart full of unwillingness.

"Looks like we arrived a bit late, huh?"

Just then, a casual voice echoed through the sixth floor—it was Lin Fan.

Hearing him, Zhou Tong glanced back in surprise before disappearing into the seventh floor.

"You came," Ziyue said, her expression briefly brightening. But when she noticed Lin Dong beside him, she blinked in surprise. "You… came too?"

Already on the verge of collapse from the spiritual pressure, Ziyue's sudden emotional fluctuation sent her reeling backward.

Lin Fan quickly stepped forward and placed a hand on her back, helping her steady herself.

Seeing how calm and composed Lin Fan looked, Ziyue stared in disbelief. "You… you're not even struggling?"

"Of course not. My goal is the ninth floor," Lin Fan said with a faint smile.

"You just focus on refining your spiritual power here on the sixth floor. Leave the rest to me."

Then, without waiting for her reply, Lin Fan continued toward the seventh floor's entrance with total ease, as if there was no pressure at all.

Lin Dong followed behind. Though slower, each of his steps was steady and firm.

Soon, the two brothers stood before the spiritual barrier to the seventh floor.

"See you."

Lin Fan waved to Ziyue, wrapped himself in spiritual power, and easily stepped through the barrier.

Lin Dong also passed through it with some effort, but with the support of his Life Symbols, he successfully crossed into the seventh floor.

"They both… made it?"

Ziyue watched them disappear, shock flooding her frosty features.

She suddenly felt a deep sense of defeat.

Losing to Zhou Tong and Lin Fan was one thing—but even Lin Dong had surpassed her!

Was she really that weak, despite being hailed as the genius of the Yan City Symbol Master Association?

Outside the Symbol Master Tower—

When Zhou Tong entered the seventh floor, the crowd erupted into noise.

The Yan City Symbol Masters looked grim.

Han Yun and the other Tianhuo City representatives were beaming with pride.

Han Yun glanced smugly at Master Yan. "Looks like the Symbol Master Tower is ours this year, Yan Xuan!"

"Don't be so quick to celebrate," Master Yan replied blandly.

"Someone else has entered the seventh floor—two people!"

Before Han Yun could gloat further, a voice from the crowd cried out in astonishment.

Han Yun's smile froze. He snapped his head toward the seventh floor—where now, three glowing dots shone brightly.

"Who are the two new ones?"

"Must be Lin Fan and Ziyue!"

"Who else could it be?"

Outside the tower, the crowd buzzed with speculation about who had joined Zhou Tong on the seventh floor.

Master Yan, however, had different guesses. But no matter what, it was clearly a good sign for Yan City.

Smiling, he said, "See, Han Yun? I told you not to get ahead of yourself."

Another round of verbal sparring broke out between the two camps.

Inside the seventh floor—

Zhou Tong stared at the two figures who had followed him up. His expression was filled with shock.

After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath and said, "I didn't expect your Yan City Association to have not one—but two true geniuses."

Lin Fan smiled. "There's still a lot you didn't expect."

"So, you're Lin Fan?" Zhou Tong asked, then glanced at Lin Dong. "And the one beside you must be your brother—Lin Dong, right? I really misjudged you."

Lin Dong remained humble. "Brother Zhou Tong flatters me. I've just been lucky."

"Being too modest isn't good," Zhou Tong replied with a faint smile.

"But this Tower Battle—I must win it for Tianhuo City!"

"You don't stand a chance."

Lin Fan's voice was calm, as if stating a simple truth.

Ignoring Zhou Tong's stiff expression, Lin Fan turned to Lin Dong and said,

"I'm heading to the eighth floor. You stay here and cultivate. Push your spiritual power to the limit before moving on."

"Got it," Lin Dong nodded without hesitation.

The pressure on the seventh floor was already immense—he could barely breathe.

But with Lin Fan taking the lead in the Tower Battle, all he had to do was focus on getting stronger.

"I'll be waiting for you up there."

Lin Fan gave him a nod, then calmly approached the spiritual barrier to the eighth floor.

Wrapped in spiritual energy, he slowly melded into the barrier—

"What?!"

Zhou Tong's eyes widened, pupils constricting as he watched the impossible unfold—his face filled with disbelief.

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