Chapter 1028: Trampling Geniuses
"Remember my words. Now, you can only use the combat techniques you cultivated in the main hall just now. No other methods are permitted, including the power of your martial souls and bloodlines. Otherwise, I will personally invite you out." Hou Qinglin said indifferently.
Everyone, upon hearing Hou Qinglin's words, began to sense their own cultivation power. Sure enough, all their power was suppressed to the First Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm.
Hou Qinglin had brought everyone to a main hall, allowing them to freely choose a divine ability to cultivate. This was fair to all. Yet now, he brought the crowd into this vast illusion realm, suppressing everyone's cultivation to the same level and restricting them to only use the divine abilities they had comprehended in those two hours.
The advantages of cultivation level, martial souls, techniques, and combat skills were all gone in an instant. Hou Qinglin had given everyone a fair combat environment. The advantages possessed by those born into great families were completely erased. They regarded others as ants, yet the ants in their eyes now had a chance to turn the tables.
"He actually dares to do this!" The crowd sighed inwardly. Hou Qinglin truly dared to select people this way, giving them a fair illusion realm, even at the cost of eliminating those with powerful martial souls and bloodlines.
"If someone says they rely on their martial soul's power, they can suppress it and not use it. But bloodline power is a gift from heaven and earth. Why must it be forbidden? Isn't bloodline a form of talent?" Someone questioned. This was too much. All advantages were completely gone.
"Don't you consider others ants? Since you think so, you clearly have confidence that you can outperform them under their conditions. Otherwise, what right do you have to insult and despise others? Now, I'm giving everyone a chance to prove themselves." Hou Qinglin's voice remained indifferent and calm. He said lightly, "As for the two teachers, Stone Emperor and Yu Emperor, recruiting disciples, if the teachers value someone, will they lack powerful divine abilities? Will they lack the cultivation methods you once had that others didn't? Even bloodlines can be reshaped, and martial souls can be reborn!"
"Bloodlines can be reshaped, and martial souls can be reborn!" The crowd's hearts trembled upon hearing Hou Qinglin's words. An emperor, if willing, could bestow upon his disciples everything those noble families possessed. So what they needed was the purest, most original talent. Of course, if someone had both a powerful bloodline and a formidable martial soul, yet remained a genius even without them, that was even better.
"Alright, begin." Hou Qinglin said no more. His figure flickered, and he stood high in the air, watching everyone. If anyone violated the rules, he would immediately remove them.
"You were right earlier. The selection of the Martial Emperor's disciples is indeed fair. Ants are destined to be eliminated." Lin Feng looked at Yang Zilan, returning those words to him. Then, his steps slowly moved forward without any hesitation.
He had endured Yang Zilan for a long time. Now that both sides had their cultivation suppressed, why would he care about him? Killing the so-called genius of the Yang Clan in this vast illusion realm and taking away his chance to become a Martial Emperor's disciple—this feeling would surely be excellent. That arrogant man who had always looked down on him from above, watching him be expelled right before his eyes—how deeply would he be wounded?
"You only cultivated a finger technique. Even with suppressed cultivation, before me, you are still an ant." Yang Zilan's aura burst forth, but it was only at the First Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm. The technique he had cultivated in the main hall was a formidable palm art, profound and unfathomable. He couldn't grasp its full essence, but after comprehending it for two full hours, he had managed to understand a trace of its Dao rhythm.
"Today, I, this ant, will step on your head and let you taste what it's like to be trampled by an ant." Lin Feng smiled, took a step, and directly moved toward Yang Zilan.
Yang Zilan waved his hands, as if forming a special seal. A sacred rhythm seemed to flow within the seal. A crashing sound rang out, like the roar of an ocean.
"Water is the softest substance, but when its momentum reaches a certain level, it destroys everything, turning into the hardest force." Yang Zilan said coldly. The seal moved faster and faster. The crashing sound grew immense, like mountains and rivers roaring in fury, as if heaven and earth were collapsing. Nothing could withstand it.
"Kill!" Yang Zilan roared. A terrifying wave surged into the sky, transforming into an indestructible sharp weapon, rolling toward Lin Feng.
"Utterly unrefined!" Lin Feng saw Yang Zilan use this fearsome divine ability, but he only grasped its form, lacking its true essence.
"Boom!" Lin Feng struck out a simple palm, slamming it fiercely into the void. Heaven and earth trembled. The crashing sound of collision continued, and then the surging wave reversed direction. Lin Feng's palm contained a terrifying momentum, as if it had stolen the power of the surrounding natural world, instantly merging it into his palm force and unleashing an incredibly fearsome might.
This borrowing of heaven and earth's natural momentum was not some other power—it was truly drawing upon the momentum of heaven and earth.
Yang Zilan's expression changed in shock. The furious wave reversed, rushing toward him.
He stepped back, but he found that his speed was no longer what it used to be. The terrifying wave caught up in an instant and slammed into him, causing him to grunt in pain.
"Brother!" Yang Ziye called out, but a flash of light passed, and Lin Feng's body was already there.
"Today, I'll make you understand what it feels like to be trampled by an ant."
"Boom!"
Lin Feng struck out another palm, like a thunderbolt crashing down from the void. It struck Yang Zilan, making his entire body tremble violently as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Ants can still defy the trend. Geniuses are meant to be stepped on!" Lin Feng's foot stomped down toward the top of Yang Zilan's falling head, leaving the surrounding crowd stunned. Lin Feng was going to use his foot to trample Yang Zilan.
"Jiang Ning, act now!" Yang Ziye shouted at Jiang Ning. Jiang Ning's expression stiffened, and then he lunged toward Lin Feng. Before he even arrived, a terrifying aura had already descended.
"Kill!"
Lin Feng roared. A finger, carrying a mysterious intent, trembled in the void, then shot forward without hesitation.
"Whoosh!" An indestructible finger beam burst forth, but then vanished instantly, causing Jiang Ning's expression to freeze.
"Chi, chi..." A terrifying aura descended before Jiang Ning's brow, making his face change in horror. The indestructible finger beam seemed to pierce through the void itself.
"Chi!" Without any surprise, the indestructible finger beam pierced through Jiang Ning's brow. Jiang Ning's body vanished instantly. This was a vast illusion realm—people wouldn't die. But this finger strike meant Jiang Ning was expelled from the ranks of the Martial Emperor's disciples.
"Such a waste once called himself a genius before me, sneering and mocking, yet he couldn't withstand a single blow. Utterly ridiculous!" Lin Feng spat out coldly, his voice domineering. Yang Ziye and the others had stiff expressions, staring at the now-brash Lin Feng, their faces extremely ugly.
"Boom!"
A trembling sound rang out. Lin Feng's foot stomped down on Yang Zilan's head, making his body shudder violently as he spat blood. But the injury was secondary—his heart ached more.
Being trampled on the head by an ant he had always despised—who could understand this humiliation? At this moment, Yang Zilan wished he could tear Lin Feng apart.
"The lofty you, now trampled on the head by the ant you spoke of—what are your thoughts?" Lin Feng sneered coldly. With another boom, Lin Feng's foot stomped down again on Yang Zilan's head, shaking him until he vomited blood. His entire body was pressed into the snowy ground, his lower half sinking in.
And Lin Feng's legs trampled on his head.
"When you self-proclaimed geniuses are trampled, how utterly insignificant you become!"
"Boom!"
A wild and overbearing aura burst forth. Yang Zilan's body was pressed directly into the snow. Then Lin Feng's figure floated up, his expression still calm and cold!
PS: Fifth chapter today. Really sleepy, time to sleep. I'll fight again tomorrow, brothers. Remember to vote for flowers after reading, so I can be happy even when tired!