Chapter 113: Overbearing Finger
Bai Ze stood among the crowd of nobles, his once-elegant aura completely gone, replaced by a sinister coldness.
Lin Feng's words were too direct. If he didn't accept the challenge, wouldn't he be laughed to death by others?
But just now, Zuo Qiu had fought Lin Feng, and they couldn't see their true strength at all. They only knew that Zuo Qiu was no match for Lin Feng. In just a few moves, he had been slapped in the face. Lin Feng's cultivation level was unfathomable.
"He's only sixteen or seventeen years old. No matter how powerful he is, he's at most at the peak of the Spirit Martial Realm, stronger than Zuo Qiu."
Bai Ze muttered to himself, trying to build up his confidence. His own cultivation was at the Third Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, and dealing with Zuo Qiu would be a piece of cake.
Originally, in his eyes, Lin Feng was a lowly commoner. But Lin Feng's performance just now and his calm smile at this moment made him hesitate.
Because, regardless of victory or defeat in this battle, it would do him no good.
If he won, it was only natural. He was a noble son of the Bai family. What was defeating a commoner? In fact, those people might even say he was bullying the weak. But if he lost, his face would be completely lost, and he would never be able to hold his head up again.
"Are you sure you want me to prove it to you?"
Bai Ze's voice was sinister, giving Lin Feng a feeling similar to Wenren Yan—a venomous snake, a cruel viper.
"Yes." Lin Feng nodded, calm and composed.
"Have you considered the consequences?" Bai Ze's face grew even colder. "Perhaps my proof will make you regret it for the rest of your life."
"Heh." A trace of sarcasm flashed in Lin Feng's eyes as he said lightly, "I've already experienced the mouths of you so-called nobles... They're quite cheap. So, you don't need to keep acting cheap."
As he spoke, Lin Feng's gaze swept over Zuo Qiu. Wasn't Zuo Qiu just now, like Bai Ze at this moment, full of arrogance and looking down on everyone?
"Haha, did you hear that, Bai Ze? Don't keep acting cheap."
"Exactly. But their noble mouths are indeed cheap enough. They talk a big game, but when it comes to real fighting, they're useless."
The commoners' jeers rose and fell, making the nobles' faces darken. Bai Ze, in particular, had a flicker of murderous intent in his eyes.
"Have you thought about the consequences of saying that?"
Bai Ze finally stepped out from the crowd, his viper-like eyes narrowing into slits.
"Did you think about the consequences when you kept calling me a lowly commoner?"
Lin Feng took a step forward, refusing to back down. A powerful aura surged from his body, clashing head-on with Bai Ze.
"I was born noble, a member of the Bai family in the Imperial City. Before the age of eighteen, I reached the Third Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm. My status, talent, and strength are all top-tier. What are you? Is it wrong for me to call you a lowly commoner?"
Bai Ze took another step forward, and a sinister, bone-chilling coldness rushed toward Lin Feng, as if trying to invade his internal organs. The full power of his Third Layer Spirit Martial Realm burst forth.
"I was born ordinary, with no cultivation resources. Relying on my own efforts, by the time I passed sixteen, I had already reached the Third Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm. Can you compare to that?"
Lin Feng was as firm as iron, his eyes sharp and unparalleled, like a sharp sword—fearless, never retreating. A powerful sword aura howled from his body.
A piercing screech echoed through the air. The crowd was deeply shocked. Lin Feng, just past sixteen, had already reached the Third Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, just like Bai Ze. But in terms of talent, he was far more monstrous than Bai Ze. Moreover, Lin Feng was born ordinary, while Bai Ze was born noble. In terms of cultivation environment, Bai Ze was undoubtedly much better than Lin Feng. Lin Feng was also one or two years younger. The gap was enormous.
"Such a monstrous talent doesn't have a recommendation letter from the Heavenly One Academy? Is he going to the Snow Moon Holy Academy?" The crowd thought to themselves, gaining much more respect for Lin Feng.
Zhong Ling and Zuo Qiu, standing nearby, remained silent, their feelings indescribable. They had called Lin Feng a lowly life and looked down on him for not having a recommendation letter. But now they realized that their own talent wasn't even worthy of being compared to Lin Feng's. Even Bai Ze, in front of Lin Feng, seemed somewhat overshadowed.
Martial arts compare strength—who is stronger; and momentum—whose momentum is more surging and sharper.
In terms of momentum, Bai Ze had undoubtedly lost, and lost thoroughly. He had stated his talent, stepped forward, and released his aura, hoping to crush Lin Feng with momentum alone. But instead, he had only humiliated himself.
Lin Feng's momentum was stronger, fiercer, sharper, and more domineering—unstoppable.
"Martial talent isn't just about cultivation speed. Understanding techniques and combat skills is equally important. And of course, even more crucial is the martial soul. The martial soul is the soul of a martial artist. My martial soul is the demon serpent White Snake. How can you compare to me?"
Bai Ze's momentum was crushed by Lin Feng, and he was unwilling to accept it. He released his martial soul. The phantom of a white snake soared into the air, coiling around his body, its eyes staring sinisterly at Lin Feng.
"Indeed, a demon serpent." Lin Feng sneered in his heart. Being stared at by Bai Ze gave him the same feeling as being stared at by Wenren Yan. He had guessed that Bai Ze's martial soul was a snake-type beast soul, and it turned out to be true.
"The martial soul is indeed the soul of a martial artist. However, some people, even when using their martial soul, are still useless."
Lin Feng said lightly. With Floating Light Passing Shadow, he stepped in front of Bai Ze and pointed a finger—no fancy moves at all.
"Looking for death." Bai Ze sneered coldly. Lin Feng was so contemptuous of him, just casually pointing a finger at him.
His palm trembled slightly, like a snake spitting its tongue, coiling forward.
But at that moment, Bai Ze's gaze suddenly froze. A destructive aura spread over him. Lin Feng's fingertip seemed to transform into an incredibly sharp weapon. The murderous sword aura of heaven and earth seemed to converge into that single finger. The closer it got, the more he felt the terrifying energy entwining at the fingertip.
"I can't block this finger."
A feeling of defeat and frustration suddenly arose in Bai Ze's heart. Facing this finger, he had an illusion of being unable to resist.
The surrounding sword aura had completely disappeared without a trace. The crowd didn't even know what was happening. But Bai Ze understood that the endless sword aura had now condensed into one point, converging at Lin Feng's fingertip, incredibly terrifying.
"Chi... chi!"
A faint sound rang out. Bai Ze felt a slight pain in his hand. A bloody hole had appeared there.
Before Lin Feng's finger even reached him, his palm could no longer withstand this compressed, condensed sword aura. It began to fester and was pierced.
"Retreat."
Bai Ze's forward momentum suddenly stopped. He stomped heavily on the ground, trying to retreat.
But how could Lin Feng's well-prepared finger miss?
"Destroy!"
Spitting out a single word, a dazzling white light flashed from Lin Feng's finger, shooting through the air.
Cracking sounds continued. Bai Ze let out a muffled groan as the white light directly pierced through his palm. The White Snake martial soul fiercely pounced forward, meeting the brilliant white light.
In an instant, the White Snake martial soul dissipated, vanishing into nothingness. Bai Ze's body trembled violently, and he fell to one knee on the ground.
Everyone's gaze froze, fixed on Bai Ze. The space fell silent.
"Drip."
A soft sound. The crowd saw a drop of blood fall from Bai Ze's lowered head onto the ground.
Lin Feng, with a single finger, was terrifyingly powerful.
Just as he had said, some people, even when using their martial soul, were still useless. And some people, even without using their martial soul, were still incredibly strong.
The crowd didn't think Bai Ze was the former, because they knew Bai Ze's strength was considerable—at least very strong among his peers. But Lin Feng was too monstrous. He undoubtedly belonged to the latter category—no need to use his martial soul, yet still extremely powerful.
At this moment, Lin Feng looked at Bai Ze, who was kneeling on one knee. He himself was somewhat surprised. The power of this finger was very satisfying to him.
"Practicing the sword: first enter the momentum, then from momentum enter subtlety; finally step into the realm of Man and Sword as One. Now, I have only just begun to understand the subtlety of momentum. I can't use my hand as a sword, because I'm far from achieving Man and Sword as One. But even so, it has such power that Bai Ze couldn't even withstand a single finger. If I reach the realm of Man and Sword as One, how strong would I be?"
Lin Feng muttered to himself. Just now, he had used the power of subtlety, bringing momentum into subtlety, converging it into a single point—imperceptible yet exquisitely subtle.
Now, Lin Feng's control over the sword was incomparably stronger than before.
"The realm of Man and Sword as One is still far from me. What I need to do now is master subtlety."
Lin Feng understood that achieving Man and Sword as One was very difficult. At least, it was impossible for him now. He could only take it step by step, constantly moving forward.
"Cough, cough." A light sound came out. Bai Ze coughed up a few drops of blood but still didn't stand up. He had no face to stand up.
Just now, he had been so arrogant and overbearing, laughing at Lin Feng on the sidelines and instigating Zuo Qiu. Now, in battle, he couldn't even block Lin Feng's single finger. He was utterly ashamed.
Lin Feng looked at Bai Ze, with no pity in his eyes. Those who insult others will be insulted in return.
Opening his mouth, Lin Feng said sarcastically, "So this is your so-called talent, the pride of your nobles that you speak of. You kept calling me a lowly commoner. Now, what are you?"
Lin Feng's light words were like a slap to Bai Ze's face, even more painful than the slap on Zuo Qiu's face.
And not just Bai Ze—all the nobles who had mocked Lin Feng felt as if they had been slapped in the face, their expressions extremely ugly.
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