# Chapter 1642: Do You Submit or Not
When the ninth-level refining master in the purple-gold long robe announced that Yan Feng had obtained the second seat, and Lin Feng and Mu Linxue had obtained the championship seat, the hearts of the Mu Clan members suddenly trembled violently. The feelings in their hearts were extremely complex, difficult to articulate.
Before this, they had been prepared to marry Mu Linxue into the Yan family after this refining competition. Everyone believed that Mu Linxue would surely lose in this refining competition. However, because of Lin Feng's appearance, the combination of Lin Feng and Mu Linxue had won the championship seat of this refining competition. These were their own Mu Clan disciples. Normally, they should have felt incomparably honored at this moment, but their true feelings now were strangely awkward. The person they were about to abandon had won the championship—how ridiculous was that.
Winning the championship seat in the refining competition carried extraordinary significance. Although they all understood that Lin Feng had contributed the most to this victory, after all, Lin Feng and Mu Linxue were a pair. Everything that followed would belong to both of them together.
Mu Qingying's expression was complicated. She deeply glanced in Lin Feng's direction, a thought arising in her heart: "If Lin Feng had been cooperating with me in refining, what quality of imperial artifact would we have produced?"
But before the crowd could digest the thoughts in their hearts, Yan Feng's voice of dissatisfaction had already drifted out, spreading in all directions, causing everyone's gaze to once again converge on him.
Yan Feng was naturally dissatisfied. Just now, he had thought the championship seat was already in his grasp, even speaking arrogantly. Not only him, but the vast majority of spectators also thought so. But in the end, the purple-gold long robe refining master had awarded the championship seat to Lin Feng, making Yan Feng feel extremely embarrassed.
"Master, some of us from the Yan family are also somewhat dissatisfied." At this moment, the Yan family head stood there, slightly bowing to the ninth-level refining master to express his apology. Publicly questioning the judgment of a ninth-level refining master was no small matter. He dared not go too far, so although he expressed dissatisfaction, he still remained respectful.
The ninth-level refining master glanced at the Yan family members and Yan Feng, his expression calm as he slowly said: "You are dissatisfied—do I need to change my ruling and declare you the winners?"
"Master, we dare not." The Yan family head's heart trembled slightly upon hearing these words. Although this was the meaning, the way it came from the other's mouth carried completely different implications. The ninth-level refining master believed Lin Feng had won, yet they were dissatisfied—did that mean the refining master should change his ruling and declare them the winners?
"You dare not, then tell me, how will you be satisfied?" The purple-gold refining master said indifferently.
"Senior, Yan Feng only wants a fair opportunity. Let me hold the imperial artifact I refined and clash with the one he refined. That way, senior will naturally be able to see which is stronger and which is weaker." Yan Feng slightly lowered his head, bowing as he spoke. His heart was turbulent, but he dared not be too presumptuous. After all, this was the rule of the refining competition, and now he was questioning this rule, questioning the judgment of a ninth-level refining master. If he truly angered the other party, it would absolutely bring him no benefit.
"Ridiculous. Those who use imperial artifacts vary in strength. Do you think a high-rank emperor wielding a first-grade imperial artifact cannot kill a low-rank emperor wielding a ninth-grade imperial artifact?" The refining master said coldly. An imperial artifact was merely an external force. Although a fourth-grade imperial artifact could threaten a mid-rank emperor, that was only theoretical. In actual combat, would a mid-rank emperor just stand there and let you kill him? If you were at the venerable martial realm, even holding a ninth-grade imperial artifact would be useless—you would still be easily crushed and killed, unless your strength was slightly inferior to your opponent's and you used a powerful imperial artifact to possibly suppress them instead.
Yan Feng suggested that he and Lin Feng each use their own imperial artifacts to clash. Because he and Lin Feng were not on equal footing in terms of strength, the purple-gold long robe refining master believed such a clash lacked reference value.
"Senior, I don't mind letting him try." At this moment, Lin Feng spoke to the purple-gold long robe refining master, causing the ninth-level refining master to raise his head and look at Lin Feng. After pondering for a moment, his gaze once again turned to Yan Feng, and he said: "Since the other party has agreed, I will give you one chance."
"Thank you, senior." Excitement flashed in Yan Feng's eyes. His body suddenly turned toward Lin Feng, his gaze turning icy cold. He hadn't expected this person to actively seek battle—how laughable.
The longsword in hand, the power of flame law surged out, pouring into the crimson blood longsword in his palm. Instantly, a terrifying crimson blood sword light burst forth in the void. Before it had even been unleashed, it already extended over ten feet of crimson red light.
Lin Feng held a long spear in his right hand. The silver spear was thin and long, resting quietly in Lin Feng's palm, yet it faintly emitted an incredibly terrifying aura of destruction and sharpness.
"Everyone will see that the true champion of this refining competition will be me, Yan Feng."
Flames rolled on Yan Feng's body like an angry dragon roaring. His body moved, holding the sharp sword as he charged toward Lin Feng. The sword was already suspended in the air, ready to strike at any moment.
Lin Feng did not say a single word. At this moment, any words would be pale and powerless—only facts could verify everything.
"Wind's Whisper!" The moment Lin Feng's body moved, he drifted like a gust of wind, so fast that his entire body turned into a shadow, while the long spear in his palm spun wildly.
"Slash!" Yan Feng roared angrily, his longsword slashing out. Almost simultaneously, Lin Feng's silver spear thrust forward. The void shattered, and the terrifying crimson blood fire dragon was torn apart, spreading in all directions in a spectacular display. Lin Feng's hand suddenly loosened, and the long spear vanished without a trace.
"Chi..." The void seemed to be torn apart. Yan Feng only felt a terrifying destructive force rushing toward him, stabbing into his head, as if it wanted to tear his body apart.
"Go!" Yan Feng waved his hand violently, and the sword flew out to slash. Then a sound of collision rang out. The destructive force seemed to transform into a terrifying storm, tearing apart the crimson blood dragon light. The crimson blood longsword was fiercely knocked back. Yan Feng reached out to grab it but felt a terrifying force crack his palm, making it impossible for him to hold on. Then, the sword hilt heavily struck his chest, causing him to grunt and spit out a mouthful of blood, his body flying back several thousand meters.
But Yan Feng seemed unable to feel the pain in his body. At this moment, his face was pale. After his body stopped, he appeared somewhat dejected and lost, his face devoid of color.
Defeated. His sword had been driven back by the other's long spear. This had undoubtedly verified everything. The judgment of the ninth-level refining master was without any problem.
The crowd's gazes were fixed on the two figures in the void. Yan Feng had been defeated so thoroughly. He had mastered the power of law, yet in the clash of imperial artifacts, the sword he had refined had lost.
That single collision was undoubtedly declaring that Lin Feng and Mu Linxue's victory in this refining competition was well-deserved.
"Before the conclusion of the refining competition had even come out, you already claimed to have obtained the championship seat. Yan Feng, you are truly humorous." Lin Feng wiped the silver long spear in his hand, a faint smile on his face as he uttered these words, causing Yan Feng's expression to become as ugly as it could possibly be. Wasn't this exactly what Yan Feng had said to Lin Feng earlier? Lin Feng had waited until he had thoroughly defeated him before formally retaliating. Such a counterattack carried the most weight—no one could question it, because Lin Feng was the victor, and this was the martial world where the victor is king and the loser is a bandit!
The purple-robed refining master who had favored the combination of Lin Feng and Mu Linxue revealed a smile. This bet had been won. He looked at the purple-robed master beside him and said with a laugh: "You seemed to have asked me for my refining techniques earlier, didn't you? You are truly humorous. Now, you should give them to me!"
The other party's mouth twitched slightly, but he felt a tightness in his heart. At this moment, the word "humorous" from the other's mouth carried such a strong sense of irony.
Not long ago, when Yan Feng had refined the imperial artifact, Yan Feng himself, this person, and the Yan family members had almost already announced to the outside world that Yan Feng had won the championship seat of the refining competition. Even after Lin Feng had refined his imperial artifact, it was still the same. But now, the outcome was completely opposite. This feeling was simply too hard to bear. They all felt their faces burning, as if the gazes of the crowd toward them were filled with sarcasm.
"I judged the outcome of the refining competition, and you questioned me, demanding a battle. Now, do you submit or not?" The ninth-level refining master asked Yan Feng, his voice carrying a hint of coldness. He had originally held no ill will toward Yan Feng. On the contrary, Yan Feng obtaining the second seat of the refining competition was something he quite appreciated—he was a good seedling. But Yan Feng and the Yan family had publicly questioned his judgment in front of everyone—how disrespectful was that? Since that was the case, he had no need to consider Yan Feng's face. Yan Feng, a junior, dared to question him. As a ninth-level refining master, did he need to care about Yan Feng's feelings or give him face?
Everyone had to pay the price for their actions. Yan Feng had chosen to question him. Now, it was time to pay the price for that questioning.
Yan Feng's body trembled slightly. In this situation, could he say in front of everyone that he submitted? At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten that just now, he had also questioned a ninth-level master in front of everyone, saying he did not submit. Now, he had to say it again—submit or not?
"Truly headache-inducing." The red-gold long robe master who had favored Yan Feng rubbed his temples, feeling quite frustrated. There was nothing wrong with this kid being young and arrogant, but if such arrogance was displayed at an inappropriate time, sometimes one did have to pay the price. Many people's youthful arrogance was gradually worn away like this!