# Chapter 16: The Elegance of That Sword
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Lin Feng, a masked outer sect disciple of unknown origin at the Eighth Layer of Qi Martial Realm, had cultivated the martial techniques Ninefold Wave and Thunderclap Sword Art.
Jing Hao, at the peak of the Ninth Layer of Qi Martial Realm, possessed strength surpassing the vast majority of outer sect disciples, ranked sixth, with his most glorious battle record being single-handedly defeating three Ninth Layer Qi Martial Realm cultivators with his sword.
Completely mismatched strength, yet Lin Feng, in front of everyone, had repelled Jing Hao, killed Jiang Huai whom Jing Hao was protecting, and slapped Jing Hao across the face. Just as everyone waited for Lin Feng to endure Jing Hao's fury, Lin Feng voluntarily stepped onto the Life and Death Platform, looking down on everything, challenging Jing Hao.
"Perhaps he knows Jing Hao won't let him off, so he's fighting with his back against the wall," the crowd thought to themselves. After all, Lin Feng was only at the Eighth Layer of Qi Martial Realm, far too weak compared to Jing Hao's strength.
At this moment, Jing Hao's face alternated between pale and flushed. Shame. Since he had entered the Cloud Sea Sect, he had never suffered such humiliation as today.
"Since you actively seek death, I'll grant your wish." Jing Hao hated Lin Feng to the bone. After seeing Lin Feng's Thunderclap Sword Art, he understood that Lin Feng hadn't lied to him—Jing Feng must have been killed by this man.
Lin Feng had not only killed his younger brother but also brought him shame.
Stepping onto the Life and Death Platform, a powerful sword aura burst forth. Behind Jing Hao, a phantom sword shadow pointed angrily at the sky—it was his sword martial soul.
"Jing Hao is actually using his martial soul directly. It seems he wants to kill his opponent spectacularly."
The crowd immediately understood Jing Hao's intention. He wanted to prove his formidable strength to everyone.
"Draw your sword. I'll let you have three strikes." Jing Hao stood holding his sword, displaying the demeanor of a sword master.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth. Floating Light Passing Shadow—his figure flickered, and the long sword in his hand radiated countless sword shadows. When these sword shadows reached Jing Hao, they converged into a single strike. Thunder exploded, deafening and ear-splitting.
"So strong! He's actually cultivated the Thunderclap Sword Art to such a level." The crowd looked at each other in shock upon hearing the thunder. This could completely rival true thunderclaps, showing how powerful the explosive force was.
The contempt in Jing Hao's eyes vanished. This strike was enough to make him take it seriously.
The long sword hummed. Thunderclaps rose and fell continuously. Sword shadows emerged. The powerful explosive force couldn't break through Jing Hao's sword shadows by even half a step.
"One strike!" After neutralizing this strike, Jing Hao counted.
Lin Feng's gaze remained steady, still as firm as ever. Rolling thunder was like surging rivers, continuous and unending. His second strike, accompanied by wild and domineering thunder, thrust out furiously.
Jing Hao still only defended without attacking. His sword shadows were like a water curtain, ready to receive any attack.
But at this moment, just as Lin Feng's wild and domineering strike was about to reach Jing Hao, Lin Feng suddenly released his grip on the sword. The long sword, along with the thunder, whistled forward, actually breaking through Jing Hao's sword curtain.
"What is he doing?"
Everyone was stunned by this move. Lin Feng had poured all his power into this sword strike, enhancing its power to break through Jing Hao's defense. But if Jing Hao blocked this strike, wouldn't he lose his sword entirely? This was simply an idiot's tactic.
After a brief moment of daze, Jing Hao also smiled. Truly seeking death.
His body retreated slightly. Jing Hao withdrew his sword and danced a series of sword shadows before him.
However, after Lin Feng furiously shot out his sword, his body also moved simultaneously, rushing rapidly toward Jing Hao, as fast as floating light.
"Two strikes." Seeing Lin Feng approach, Jing Hao remained completely calm and counted calmly. As his voice fell, Lin Feng's shot sword also fell powerlessly. But Lin Feng himself had arrived.
"Seeking death." A thunderclap sword thrust out. Thunder broke through the air. Lin Feng had already lost his sword and wanted to attack at close range. Jing Hao no longer needed to count the third strike. This strike, he would take Lin Feng's life.
But at this moment, Jing Hao heard two words come from Lin Feng's mouth. Very simple words: "Enough distance."
As these two words fell, as if echoing the thunder, a flash of lightning streaked across the crowd's eyes. A brilliant radiance froze in everyone's pupils. It flashed once and then disappeared.
Jing Hao's throat moved. He seemed to understand the meaning of the words "enough distance." The last two words he heard in this life were: distance, enough.
"Three strikes."
These words came from Lin Feng's mouth. At this moment, his back was to Jing Hao. His voice wasn't loud, but in the silent space, the crowd heard it clearly. As his voice fell, Jing Hao's body crashed to the ground.
Everyone's eyes went wide, revealing expressions of disbelief. Jing Hao, defeated?
Lin Feng, how did he do it?
"Drawing Sword Art." Among the surrounding spectators, there were no lack of inner sect disciples. They recognized that the flash of lightning just now was sword light. It was just because this sword light was too fast, like a lightning bolt streaking across the sky, that many people hadn't even seen what it was.
The crowd suddenly exploded into commotion. Everyone discussed the brilliant sword strike that had broken through the air.
Jing Hao, ranked sixth among outer sect disciples, was defeated by Lin Feng in three strikes. And the result of defeat was death.
"Who is he?"
This was the question in everyone's mind. Challenging above his level, and challenging Jing Hao, an outstanding Ninth Layer Qi Martial Realm cultivator—Lin Feng was definitely a genius. This battle was enough to make him famous throughout the Cloud Sea Sect.
At this moment, above the gorge, countless people were also discussing Lin Feng's sword strike just now.
In a pavilion leaning against the gorge, a faint smile appeared at the corner of an old man's mouth. He said softly: "A flexible sword. So it's that kid. No wonder he dared to cultivate the Drawing Sword Art. This little fellow has very high talent!"
This old man was the guardian of the Star Pavilion. The Wind Cloud Gorge was a place for sect disciples to train, reflecting to a certain extent the strength of the Cloud Sea Sect's inner disciples. So he took some leisure time to come watch. He never expected to see the scene on the Life and Death Platform. The flexible sword Lin Feng used was given by him—how could he not know who Lin Feng was?
Besides the old man, Jing Yun, and Han Man, there was one other person who recognized Lin Feng. This person was Guo Hai. It was he who had used Jing Feng's death to threaten Jing Yun, only to be injured by Lin Feng in one move. So he had found Jing Hao, remembered the clothes Lin Feng and the other two were wearing, searched for them above the Wind Cloud Gorge, found Lin Feng and the other two, and then set up a scheme to put Lin Feng and the others to death.
Seeing that Lin Feng had even killed Jing Hao, Guo Hai was terrified in his heart and secretly tried to slip away.
"Thinking of leaving now? Isn't it a bit late?" Lin Feng had long noticed Guo Hai hiding behind Jing Hao. Seeing the other party trying to slip away, he said coldly.
Guo Hai's footsteps halted. He felt a chill run down his spine.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Guo Hai turned around and squeezed out a smile uglier than crying.
"It has nothing to do with me. I didn't do anything."
"Is that so?" Lin Feng sneered coldly, his killing intent completely undisguised.
"This is Wind Cloud Gorge, not the Life and Death Platform." Feeling Lin Feng's killing intent, Guo Hai's voice trembled.
"I know." Lin Feng said indifferently. Ninefold Wave burst forth, directly striking Guo Hai's body. Guo Hai didn't even resist. The other party had even killed Jing Hao—would resistance be useful?
Reaching out to lift Guo Hai up, Lin Feng turned around, returned to the Life and Death Platform, threw Guo Hai on the ground, and casually picked up the long sword from the ground.
"Now, you're on the Life and Death Platform."
The crowd's gaze froze again. They looked at Lin Feng speechlessly. This guy was ruthless enough.
"I didn't come up myself. You're breaking the sect's rules. How dare you break the sect's rules!" Guo Hai hadn't expected Lin Feng to do something like this. The fear of death made his entire body tremble.
A flash of sword light passed by. Guo Hai's voice abruptly stopped.
"Does the sect really have rules?"
Lin Feng thought to himself, but he didn't say these words out loud.
If the sect really had rules, would Liu Fei dare to shoot arrows at him directly? If the sect really had rules, would inner sect disciple Yu Hao dare to swing that certain-death sword strike at him? Rules were always dead; they were set for only some people. When your strength was sufficient and your talent high enough, for you, some rules were not rules.
Lin Feng was not a bloodthirsty person. On the contrary, in his previous world, killing was a capital offense. But after coming to this world, people had tried to kill him time and time again for reasons that weren't even reasons, or even for no reason at all. This made Lin Feng understand that this was a world of the strong, a cold world. Therefore, for those who wanted his life, he would mercilessly swing down his sword of slaughter. If you didn't kill people, people would kill you.
Raising his footsteps, Lin Feng came before Han Man. Han Man grinned at him and said: "I always believed you could do it."
"I believed it too." Lin Feng also smiled. Then he carried Han Man on his back, gave Jing Yun a look, and under everyone's gaze, left.
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