Chapter 68: The Sword Practitioner
For the first round of the sect competition, inner disciples and core disciples must be present, as they could be named for a challenge at any moment.
Li Lin, naturally, was no exception.
When he saw Lin Feng step onto the Life and Death Platform, Li Lin’s heart began to pound. This guy dared to challenge him, clearly having reached the Spirit Martial Realm.
But now, Li Lin actually felt relieved, because besides himself, Lin Feng had also called out Yu Hao’s name.
Yu Hao’s strength was far greater than his own. Possessing a powerful Sword Martial Soul with formidable attack power, for Lin Feng to dare challenge him was undoubtedly seeking death.
Stepping onto the Life and Death Platform, Li Lin was slightly nervous. Under the gaze of the crowd, his heart felt a bit uneasy.
“Why did you call him up here?” Yu Hao glanced at Li Lin, a hint of disdain in his eyes, looking down on him.
“Both of you, come at me together.”
Lin Feng didn’t answer Yu Hao’s question, speaking calmly instead, causing Yu Hao’s eyes to narrow slightly.
Arrogant, so arrogant.
In the thousand-year history of the Cloud Sea Sect, no one had ever challenged two higher-level disciples during the sect competition.
Lin Feng, as an outer disciple, was challenging two inner disciples, one of whom was a powerful Sword Martial Soul possessor. Lin Feng had broken the Cloud Sea Sect’s record.
“An outer disciple, so arrogant and blind to everyone. If he becomes powerful in the future, he’ll be even worse—he won’t even put the sect in his eyes.”
Above the canyon, Mo Xie said coldly, immediately drawing a chorus of agreement. Mo Xie was not only strong and high in status, but he also had Mo Canglan backing him. Who wouldn’t show him some respect?
Nangong Ling merely glanced faintly at Mo Xie, his expression unreadable, revealing nothing of what he was thinking.
As for Old Man Bei in the small hut, he shook his head with a smile. “This guy doesn’t know the meaning of keeping a low profile at all.”
“Come at us together? Who do you think you are? A piece of trash.”
Yu Hao’s face was extremely ugly. Who was he? A powerful Sword Martial Soul possessor, an inner disciple.
Lin Feng was someone he looked down on, a waste he could bully at will. But this very waste had called out his name on the Life and Death Platform, challenging his dignity.
And Lin Feng wasn’t just challenging his dignity—he wanted to trample it, challenging both of them at once. What did he take Yu Hao for?
“Exactly, what do you think you are, daring to challenge us? Brother Yu Hao is a Sword Martial Soul possessor, incredibly powerful. He can destroy you with one move. Let’s see how long you can keep up your arrogance.”
Li Lin flattered loudly. If he could let Yu Hao deal with Lin Feng while he stayed out of it, that would be best.
Yu Hao seemed pleased by Li Lin’s flattery, a smile appearing on his face. “Heh, Li Lin, you’re right. An outer disciple like him isn’t even qualified to make me draw my sword. You take care of him.”
“Of course. An outer disciple like him has no right to challenge Brother Yu Hao. But to display Brother Yu Hao’s authority, I think you should let this petty scoundrel know your power.”
Li Lin’s heart jumped when he heard Yu Hao’s words. Having to deal with Lin Feng himself—he really wasn’t absolutely sure he could win.
“This shameless bastard has disgraced the Cloud Sea Sect.” The crowd was speechless at Li Lin’s behavior. Too shameful. And the guy was still spouting nonsense, making it sound so grand.
“How ridiculous.” Lin Feng sneered. “Li Lin, when I was choosing martial techniques and skills at the Star Pavilion, you clashed with Shen Chen. Scared by his reputation, you were mocked by others. You happened to see me, an outer disciple, standing nearby, so you took your anger out on me, saying you’d cripple me, calling me trash. Now, this trash is challenging you. Why are you so hesitant?”
“And Yu Hao, a Sword Martial Soul possessor, a true genius. That day, you attacked me for no reason, saying you could kill me anytime. You were just bullying me because I was an outer disciple. Now, I’m standing right in front of you. Where is your sword?”
Lin Feng said coldly. The crowd understood now. So that was it. These two inner disciples were so high and mighty, bullying Lin Feng for being an outer disciple. Now that Lin Feng’s strength had increased, he had come for revenge.
Yu Hao’s gaze darkened. He said to Li Lin, “I’ll give you three breaths. If you don’t make a move, I’ll cripple you first.”
Li Lin’s heart skipped a beat. He gritted his teeth secretly, hating Yu Hao to the core.
Yu Hao was taking out his anger on Lin Feng on him. This scene was all too similar to when he had taken his anger out on Lin Feng.
“Fine, I’ll cripple him for you first.”
Li Lin said, steeling himself, and charged at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng shook his head inwardly. Such a bizarre character—how had he even managed to become an inner disciple?
“Scram.”
Lin Feng waved his hand casually, using the Eight Wastelands Palm. Four palm prints broke through the air and landed on Li Lin.
“Boom.”
Li Lin was one of the weakest among the inner disciples, at the bottom in strength. With just a casual strike, his body was sent flying, tumbling off the Life and Death Platform.
Lin Feng didn’t even bother to look at Li Lin again. He said to Yu Hao, “Weren’t you going to kill me? What are you still standing there for?”
“Just four palm prints, and you’re this proud?”
Yu Hao recognized that Lin Feng was using the Eight Wastelands Palm. In the Cloud Sea Sect, many people practiced this martial technique. Most could produce four or five palm prints. The real difficulty lay in what came after.
Lin Feng only had four palm prints. Even if he hadn’t used his full strength and could produce five, it still wouldn’t be enough to contend with him.
“Although I said I would kill you, today is the sect competition. Even on the Life and Death Platform, we can’t kill. So I’ll just cripple your cultivation, break your hands and feet, and make your life worse than death.”
Yu Hao said cruelly, his hatred for Lin Feng already deep.
As he spoke, Yu Hao placed his hand on his back. Light flickered, and his sword gleamed like autumn water, shining brightly. An invisible aura of slaughter spread through the space.
That wasn’t all. Behind Yu Hao, his martial soul was released. An extremely sharp phantom sword pointed toward the sky, as if it would pierce through heaven and earth.
“A Sword Martial Soul possessor—no weaklings indeed. Lin Feng is in danger.”
The crowd near the Life and Death Platform felt this intense sword energy, finding it somewhat oppressive and uncomfortable.
“Since you love swords so much, let me show you what a sword practitioner really is.”
Lin Feng said calmly, drawing the sword tied behind his back. Instantly, an invisible sword energy burst forth, pressing against the sword energy Yu Hao was emitting.
“What? He’s also a sword cultivator? A Sword Martial Soul possessor?”
Feeling the sword energy from Lin Feng, the crowd was somewhat surprised. Yu Hao’s eyes also narrowed slightly. But when he saw that Lin Feng’s Sword Martial Soul still hadn’t appeared, a faint, barely perceptible smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
“Without even a Sword Martial Soul, how can you talk about cultivating the sword?”
Yu Hao took a step forward. The space howled, and the murderous sword energy grew more and more domineering. On the Sword Martial Soul behind him, sharp sword energy flickered faintly.
The sword energy Yu Hao released expanded aggressively, pressing toward Lin Feng.
“Does a sword practitioner necessarily need a Sword Martial Soul? And does possessing a Sword Martial Soul necessarily make one a sword practitioner?” Lin Feng questioned, his expression extremely calm. He also took a step forward, his voice falling: “You don’t understand the sword at all.”
At that moment, the invisible sword energy seemed to be mysteriously drawn, all surging toward Yu Hao. Even the sword energy emanating from Yu Hao himself did the same.
The aura Lin Feng was releasing had already surpassed the scope of sword energy.
“Momentum—this is sword momentum.”
Among the crowd, there were those with extensive knowledge, especially inner and core disciples. Sensing this direction of the sword, they were all shocked.
This was sword momentum. So powerful. It could control and draw sword energy for Lin Feng’s use. Countless strands of sword energy became Lin Feng’s aid, pressing down on Yu Hao.
“Heavens, he’s just an outer disciple who just entered the Spirit Martial Realm, yet he’s already mastered sword momentum. What terrifying talent.”
Some knew how difficult it was to master momentum, especially as easily and naturally as Lin Feng controlled sword momentum. Even those at the peak of the Spirit Martial Realm might not be able to do it. Yet Lin Feng, an outer disciple, had comprehended sword momentum.
Of course, there were also outer disciples who didn’t understand and asked what sword momentum was.
“So it was him who struck the eight-sided drums. So that’s it. To have such comprehension at such a young age—far better than I was back then. This person is a true pillar of our Cloud Sea Sect, a genius. He must be nurtured well.”
Nangong Ling instantly understood why Old Man Bei valued Lin Feng so much, even to the point of wanting to kill Mo Xie on the spot. This child’s talent was terrifying!