Chapter 51: Lin Feng's Arrogance
A golden palm wrapped in fierce wind lashed out toward Lin Feng. The crowd already seemed to see Lin Feng sent flying by this slap. Even Nalan Feng couldn't withstand a single move, so how could Lin Feng?
"Get back." Lin Feng shouted coldly. His sword shot out dazzlingly, its brilliant sword radiance clashing with the golden palm. They collided with a clanging sound.
The Golden Body Martial Soul not only granted Qiu Yuanhao immense offensive power but also endowed him with unparalleled defense—impervious to blades and spears, unharmed by swords.
This was Qiu Yuanhao's powerful reliance, the foundation of his pride and arrogance.
"Ridiculous. A worthless lackey like you doesn't even have the right to hurt me." Qiu Yuanhao sneered. The golden light surged again, and Lin Feng felt a tremendous force transmitted through his longsword, nearly shaking it out of his grip.
"Is that so?" Lin Feng replied calmly. A sword—nothing is faster, nothing is more indestructible. A swordsman signifies destruction, the annihilation of all things. No one can withstand the radiance of a sword.
There are countless types of weapon martial souls, but the sword has always been among the most powerful. Although Lin Feng didn't possess a sword martial soul, even those who did understood the sword less than he did.
"Sword... Momentum." Lin Feng whispered inwardly. The sword's shadow flashed with cold light, its radiance swelling. A powerful sword aura pulsed at the tip of the blade, emitting a hissing sound.
"Crack..."
Lin Feng's sword clashed again with Qiu Yuanhao's martial soul. A tearing sound rang out. Qiu Yuanhao's expression shifted slightly. He adjusted his stance, and the domineering man actually retreated, dodging that powerful strike.
Seeing Qiu Yuanhao return to his original position, Lin Feng stood with his sword behind his back and sneered, "You said I don't even have the right to hurt you. Then why did you retreat?"
Hearing this, Qiu Yuanhao's face darkened. He stared at Lin Feng and said, "I admit I underestimated you. But in front of me, you're still nothing but a chicken or a dog—utterly bu kan yi ji (unable to withstand a single blow)."
"So much useless talk." Lin Feng's tone was thick with disdain. "If genius were measured by the mouth, you could indeed be called a genius."
"So arrogant! So Duoming is actually this powerful." The crowd watched as Lin Feng forced Qiu Yuanhao to retreat, their gazes flickering. They thought they had already valued Duoming highly enough, but they never expected to have still underestimated Lin Feng's strength. Lin Feng could absolutely contend with Nalan Feng and Lin Qian.
Nalan Feng and Lin Qian also watched Lin Feng seriously. Earlier, they had only eyes for each other, completely ignoring Lin Feng. Now, it was clear how foolish that was. With Duoming's strength, he already had the right to speak on their level.
"This person's face is hidden, but he's clearly very young with outstanding talent. If I can recruit him into the Nalan Clan, he would be a great asset." A thought flashed through Nalan Feng's mind. She walked over to Lin Feng and said, "Duoming, I admit I underestimated you. With your strength, you've earned the Nalan Clan's respect. Work for my Nalan Clan, and you can interact with me frequently. How about it?"
Nalan Feng's tone regained its arrogance and confidence. With her talent, frequent contact with Lin Feng would benefit both sides. Combined with her appearance, such a good deal—she believed Lin Feng wouldn't refuse.
"Get lost."
To everyone's surprise, Lin Feng not only refused Nalan Feng but even swung his sword back at her without mercy.
Nalan Feng's pupils contracted. Her Divine Arm Martial Soul instantly erupted, and a domineering divine fist blasted out, striking the sword aimed at her.
But the longsword showed no pause at all. A thunderclap exploded, and a violent burst of power carried a sword-qi hurricane, intent on destroying everything.
Nalan Feng's face changed drastically. Her lithe body retreated swiftly, incredibly fast.
"Hit." Lin Feng punched out with his left hand. That fist transformed into countless fist shadows, stacking together, each punch stronger than the last, like a raging tide.
Fast—unbelievably fast. In an instant, it landed on Nalan Feng's body.
A muffled grunt escaped her. Nalan Feng's body helplessly flew backward, reaching the edge of the main battle platform, just one step away from falling off.
At this moment, the crowd's emotions were beyond description. Lin Feng had given them too many shocks.
Every time they raised their estimate of Lin Feng's strength, they always found they had still underestimated him, again and again. Until now, Lin Feng had defeated Nalan Feng in a single move, clean and decisive.
Thinking back to how they had believed the martial meeting would be Nalan Feng and Lin Qian's stage, it was laughable. Without Qiu Yuanhao, Lin Feng would have been the undisputed protagonist.
Not just the crowd—Nalan Feng and Lin Qian couldn't believe it either. Especially Nalan Feng. Before Qiu Yuanhao appeared, her eyes were only on Lin Qian. When the three stood together on the decisive battle platform, she and Lin Qian still only focused on each other, completely ignoring Lin Feng. Thinking back now, how ridiculous it was.
"With strength like yours, you want to guide my cultivation?" Lin Feng looked at Nalan Feng, his tone dripping with sarcasm. This woman's arrogance was one thing—it didn't concern him. But what infuriated Lin Feng was that Nalan Feng disrespected others yet demanded their respect. Otherwise, she would send assassins in the dark to take his life. A venomous woman like this—Lin Feng scorned her utterly.
Nalan Feng was deeply ashamed. Recalling the words she had spoken, even she found them laughable.
"Join your Nalan Clan and interact with you more? Who do you think you are? Arrogant and blind to others—what right do you have to demand my interaction?"
Lin Feng continued his mockery. He wanted Nalan Feng to realize how laughable her pride was.
Nalan Feng's face burned, but she had no retort.
At this moment, on the City Lord's Mansion viewing platform, those people glared at Lin Feng with cold eyes. This Duoming, who had burst onto the scene, had defeated Nalan Feng in a single move, humiliating the Nalan Clan's number one genius.
No one was more stirred than the crowd right now. Lin Qian, Nalan Feng, Duoming, and Qiu Yuanhao—all geniuses, each more arrogant than the last.
Arrogance without strength invites contempt. But arrogance with strength ignites passion. Lin Feng belonged to the latter.
He had walked step by step, low-key, exploding with power until now. On the martial meeting's battle platform, he had no rivals left. His arrogance was well-deserved. This was what it meant to be a man of passion.
"And you. I had no intention of fighting you or blocking your revenge. But you, blind to everyone, insulted me again and again. Do you really think you're so remarkable?"
Lin Feng's gaze shifted, landing on Qiu Yuanhao. He said coldly, "You say Nalan Feng is arrogant and only dares to throw her weight around in a small place like Yangzhou City. But what about you? Aren't you just as self-righteous? Genius? I, this 'chicken or dog,' now want to see what kind of genius you really are."
As Lin Feng spoke, he stepped forward. For the first time, he released his martial soul after its true awakening.
The world before him turned into darkness. Lin Feng's pupils became cold and deep, like a bottomless abyss, filled with ruthless indifference.
Everything around him seemed to slow down. Every movement, every glance of the crowd, was clearly imprinted in his mind. If he wished, he could know what everyone was doing.
He could also hear his own heartbeat, feel the flow of his blood. Similarly, he could sense every subtle movement of Qiu Yuanhao, including every breath.
Lin Feng couldn't describe the state he was in at this moment. It was as if he had become an omnipotent god. Nothing in the world could escape his eyes or elude the calculations in his mind.
Through the silver mask, Qiu Yuanhao saw the pupils beneath Lin Feng's mask. He felt a slight tremor run through his body. He couldn't describe what kind of pupils those were.
At this moment, Qiu Yuanhao inexplicably felt a chill—a bone-piercing cold. He even had the illusion that there was no one in front of him.
Lin Feng was clearly right before him, but Qiu Yuanhao couldn't sense Lin Feng's footsteps or breathing. If he closed his eyes, he would never know someone was walking toward him.
"Thump... thump... thump..."
The space was eerily silent. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Lin Feng, as if he were the only one left in heaven and earth.
Even though Lin Feng's footsteps made no sound, with every step he took, their hearts trembled in unison, as if following the rhythm of heaven and earth.