Chapter 4: Walking with a Sword
As Lin Feng's voice fell, the entire martial arts arena suddenly fell silent.
Lin Feng was taking the initiative to challenge Lin Yun?
Even Lin Hai was stunned for a moment, looking at his son in surprise. As for the elders on the elder platform who had been about to leave, they now sat back down, watching Lin Feng with great interest.
Lin Haoran, meanwhile, let out a cold, sinister laugh. He had been holding a belly full of anger, and he never expected this waste to take the initiative to challenge his son, Lin Yun.
"Lin Yun, accept it." Lin Haoran's gaze fell on Lin Yun, conveying a meaningful look.
Lin Yun looked at Lin Feng, feeling insulted. Among the clan's younger generation, his talent was only average. The only person he could find pride in was Lin Feng. That was why every time he saw Lin Feng, he was always happy to mock him a couple of times. But now, this very Lin Feng, the most useless waste of the clan's younger generation, was actually saying he wanted to challenge him. It was an undeniable disgrace to Lin Yun's face.
"If you can withstand three of my moves, I won't strike again." Lin Yun stepped forward. He intended to defeat Lin Feng with the most brutal means possible, to make him understand just how useless he truly was.
"If you can withstand one of my punches, I'll consider it a loss." Lin Feng shook his head, speaking very calmly. This calm tone instantly darkened Lin Yun's expression, as if he really couldn't even take a single punch from Lin Feng.
The crowd was also stunned, looking at Lin Feng speechlessly. This guy must have lost his mind, spouting such arrogant nonsense.
"No matter how prettily a waste speaks, he's still a waste in the end. Only a waste like you would resort to empty boasts," Lin Yun mocked.
Lin Feng smiled. Empty boasts? It seemed he had only said one sentence.
"I'm making my move." Lin Feng didn't want to waste any more words with him. As his voice fell, his body moved forward, his fist slowly rising, then swinging out towards Lin Yun.
"One punch?" A cruel glint flashed in Lin Yun's eyes. Instead of retreating, he swung his own fist as well. He wanted to make Lin Feng understand the gap between them.
The air suddenly trembled. A violent surge of power abruptly appeared on Lin Feng's fist, the force of the punch crackling loudly. The crowd saw a wave of energy madly pressing down towards Lin Yun.
Martial technique: Ninefold Wave!
Lin Yun's expression suddenly changed, because he could feel how powerful the oppressive force was. But it was too late to retreat now. As their fists collided, Lin Yun felt wave after wave of fierce energy penetrating through his fist and pressing down on his body, each wave stronger than the last, with no end in sight.
"Pfft!"
With a muffled grunt, Lin Yun's body was sent flying, freezing everyone's gaze in place. This scene was all too similar to the battle between Lin Hai and Lin Badao just moments ago. Lin Yun had absolutely no power to resist. With just one punch, he was blasted away.
Lin Haoran stood up, staring blankly at Lin Yun lying on the ground.
"How is this possible... how is this possible..." Lin Yun's gaze was also dazed, unable to accept this cruel reality.
The crowd suddenly recalled Lin Feng's earlier words: 'You keep calling me a waste. I want to ask, if one day you find out that you're even more pathetic than me, how will you be able to save face?' The reality before them undoubtedly proved the young man's unyielding and proud words.
"Was this still the Lin Clan's waste young master?" Looking at Lin Feng, a thought suddenly arose in the crowd's hearts. Being able to send Lin Yun flying with one punch meant he had at least six thousand jin of strength.
"You keep calling me a waste. Now you can't even take one punch from me. What does that make you?" Lin Feng looked at the venomous gaze Lin Yun shot at him and said sarcastically.
"And you," Lin Feng raised his head, glancing at Lin Haoran again. "As an elder, you always have the word 'waste' on your lips. Now that your son has been defeated by me with a single punch, when you call me a waste, aren't you also calling your own son a waste?"
"Being merely at the Sixth Layer of the Qi Martial Realm is enough to throw your weight around here?" Lin Haoran's expression was extremely ugly, having been scolded by a junior.
"It's not about throwing my weight around. I'm just returning what you and your son gave to me." Lin Feng didn't want to say more. He turned and left, saying, "Those who insult others will always be insulted in return!"
"Those who insult others will always be insulted in return!" Lin Hai murmured softly, a glint of brilliance flashing in his smiling eyes. His son had truly changed, even able to speak such philosophical words.
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Lin Feng returned to the room in the courtyard and began cultivating again. Defeating Lin Yun, who was at the Fifth Layer of the Qi Martial Realm, was not enough to make him proud. The Lin Heng who had once beaten him and thrown him out of the sect had much greater talent than Lin Yun, being a martial artist at the Eighth Layer of the Qi Martial Realm. And Lin Badao's children were far more talented than Lin Yun as well. Especially Lin Badao's daughter, Lin Qian, who was said to have already reached the Ninth Layer of the Qi Martial Realm.
There were still three months until the annual gathering. By then, all the clan disciples who were cultivating in the sect would return. If he didn't improve his cultivation as quickly as possible, the next time he was humiliated, it might be him, Lin Feng.
Time passed quickly in cultivation. For martial artists, time flies the fastest when they are cultivating. For those who can absorb the world's natural energy, going without food for ten or so days is no problem at all. The world's natural energy is, after all, the purest essence.
Ten days passed, and Lin Feng finally walked out of his room, letting out a long breath. In ten days, he had reached the peak of the Sixth Layer of the Qi Martial Realm, just one breath away from stepping into the Seventh Layer.
Raising his steps, Lin Feng arrived at his father Lin Hai's room.
"Xiao Feng, isn't it good to cultivate at home? Why must you return to the sect?" Lin Hai was a bit uneasy when he heard Lin Feng say he wanted to go back to the sect. He still held a grudge over what had happened last time and couldn't let it go.
"Father, some things are unavoidable. If I hide at home to cultivate and you always protect me, how can I grow up and become a powerful martial artist?" A resolute look shone in Lin Feng's eyes. The sect's power was far greater than the Lin Clan's. There were powerful cultivation techniques and martial skills there, as well as fierce competition. Only in the sect could he grow faster.
Seeing the determination in Lin Feng's eyes, Lin Hai sighed inwardly. His son had truly grown up. That was right. Staying at home all the time, sheltered by his protection, was the behavior of a coward. How could he become a powerful martial artist? But such was the heart of a parent. From his perspective, he couldn't bear to let him go.
"Since you insist on returning to the sect, I won't stop you. But you must be careful of your own safety." Lin Hai nodded in compromise.
"Don't worry, Father. I will definitely cultivate hard and trample them all under my feet." Lin Feng's words were filled with powerful confidence. With his Dark Martial Soul, his cultivation speed was many times faster than ordinary people, and his comprehension ability had also become strong. Coupled with a determined heart, he had reason to believe he was no worse than those so-called geniuses.
Lin Feng didn't bring too many things: a Thousand Mile Snow horse, a bag of dry rations, and some silver.
"Father, I'm leaving." Outside Yangzhou City, Lin Feng looked at his father who had come to see him off.
"Mm. Be careful." Lin Hai nodded. Then Lin Feng spurred his horse forward. The Thousand Mile Snow instantly transformed into a white streak of cloud, and in no time, it had disappeared outside Yangzhou City.
The vast land stretched out endlessly before him. Lin Feng rode his horse, galloping between heaven and earth. Suddenly, a surge of heroic spirit was born within him, his ambition soaring to the heavens.
In his previous life, Lin Feng had loved wuxia novels, yearning for the life of a chivalrous wanderer, singing on horseback and walking the jianghu with a sword. He never thought that in this life, he would also have the chance—one man, one horse, roaming freely between heaven and earth.
A flask of muddy wine, a song of heartbreak, a lifetime of utter recklessness!
A hero walks the world with a sword, his bold spirit staining the blue sky with blood!
This life was destined not to be ordinary. This life was destined to be earth-shattering!
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