# Chapter 1795: The Demon Lin Feng
"I'll take this round." Qin Wu said coldly, then stepped forward with a swift stride and stood on the battle platform.
Lin Feng's gaze fell on Qin Wu. After half a year of seclusion in the Tian Yan Holy Clan cultivating the Heavenly Derivation Scripture, Lin Feng wondered if Qin Wu's strength had achieved a qualitative breakthrough. However, if it was just Yu Wenjing making a move, he believed Qin Wu could retreat unscathed. After all, Qin Wu had originally been ranked twenty-eighth on the Hidden King List: Human List. Later, he joined the Heavenly Terrace, and Hou Qinglin led the Heavenly Terrace members on campaigns across the land. With further cultivation of the Heavenly Derivation Scripture, Qin Wu should be able to secure a place in the top twenty of the Human List.
When Yu Wenhou saw Qin Wu appear, a cold gleam flashed in his pupils. In the past, when his Ji Gate was responsible for assessing new academy students, they had held Qin Wu and Qiu Ming in high regard and invited them to join. However, Qiu Ming and Bai Qi had refused to follow orders at the time. After the assessment ended, Qin Wu had aligned himself with Lin Feng and the others. Now, they had all abandoned the opportunity to join the Ji Gate, choosing instead to step into the Heavenly Terrace and become his enemies.
"Wuyou!" Yu Wenhou's eyes flashed with a cold light. As the name left his lips, the crowd's pupils contracted slightly. Ji Wuyou. Yu Wenhou actually wanted Ji Wuyou to make a move.
Ji Wuyou stepped forward, and instantly, rolling dragon roars rumbled endlessly. The howling sound reverberated across the entire battle platform, causing the crowd's eardrums to ache. Qin Wu, standing on the platform, felt a surging pressure bearing down on him, making it nearly impossible to breathe. His heart trembled violently. Ji Wuyou's strength truly lived up to his reputation as the number one on the Human List. He was too terrifying. Qin Wu was utterly no match for him.
"Boom!" A burst of azure light shot straight into the sky. The Azure Dragon Totem surged forth, causing everyone's hearts to tremble once more. Ji Wuyou was trying to intimidate, to crush Qin Wu absolutely.
"Roar!" Ji Wuyou's pupils locked onto Qin Wu, causing Qin Wu to feel his will waver. Then, Ji Wuyou's hand clenched fiercely, and terrifying power surged. An azure dragon's claw seemed to strike directly at Qin Wu's body. At the same time, Ji Wuyou's form also charged toward Qin Wu. Ji Wuyou knew that Qin Wu would never agree to a life-and-death contract, so he didn't bother with useless words and acted directly. Though he couldn't kill Qin Wu, he could still severely injure him on the platform.
Qin Wu's hands trembled simultaneously, and streaks of light patterns drifted through the air. A rumbling, resonant sound echoed as two enormous ancient cauldrons appeared in the void, covered in intricate patterns and radiating terrifying pressure.
"Kill!" Qin Wu's body was torn open by the claw, blood spilling forth, but his steps still surged forward. Instead of retreating, he advanced, earning the crowd's silent admiration for his courage. He dared to face Ji Wuyou head-on and truly clash with him.
Ji Wuyou roared in anger. Azure dragons howled, coiling around the ancient cauldrons and smashing heavily into them. The cauldrons rang out, their sound shaking the heavens. The two massive cauldrons rebounded and struck Qin Wu's body, sending him flying backward, directly off the platform.
"Whoosh!" A gust of wind swept by. Lin Feng caught Qin Wu's body. Qin Wu spat out a mouthful of blood, staining Lin Feng's robe red. Lin Feng's eyes were filled with cold light.
A stream of life force flowed into Qin Wu's body. Lin Feng asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Qin Wu's expression was rather dejected. He hadn't expected the gap between him and Ji Wuyou to be so vast. He transmitted a message to Lin Feng: "Lin Feng, sooner or later, you'll have to face him in an ultimate showdown. This guy is truly powerful. Be careful."
Qin Wu understood that the key to victory or defeat between the Heavenly Terrace and the Ji Gate today lay with Lin Feng and Ji Wuyou.
Lin Feng nodded slightly, then raised his head to look at Ji Wuyou, who had not yet left the battle platform. At that moment, Ji Wuyou's gaze also met his. Their pupils clashed in the void, and rolling dragon roars seemed to tremble in the air, causing the currents between them to surge and roar.
"Next match." Lin Feng slowly shifted his gaze away from Ji Wuyou and landed on Yu Wenhou.
Ji Wuyou returned to his original position, while Yu Wenhou's gaze fell on someone behind him. That person's form flickered and suddenly appeared on the battle platform.
"I'll go destroy him." Tantai roared, his eyes blazing with fury.
"Tantai." Lin Feng called out in a low voice, causing Tantai to pause mid-step and look at Lin Feng.
"I'll take this one." Lin Feng murmured softly. Then, his form flickered, and he descended onto the battle platform like the wind, gazing calmly at the person before him.
"If you give up now and get off on your own, it's still not too late." Lin Feng's voice was calm, his expression utterly indifferent. But it was this calm, indifferent tone that made the opponent feel a strong sense of humiliation. Although he was a hired fighter for the Ji Gate, he was no ordinary person. He held a place on the Hidden King List: Human List. How could he tolerate such humiliation from Lin Feng?
A faint earthy yellow light surged around him. The man stepped forward slowly. With each step, a surging force of earth seemed to press down. In the void, the law of earth gathered into towering mountains and ancient peaks, radiating infinite pressure as they crushed toward Lin Feng.
Lin Feng also stepped forward. But with each of his steps, light patterns emerged on the battle platform. Sacred light crisscrossed, earthy yellow and golden radiance intertwined, forming complex patterns. Although Lin Feng's opponent vaguely sensed something was wrong—Lin Feng's reputation was now at its peak, and he was undoubtedly a formidable figure—he was now in a dilemma. He could only advance, not retreat. Otherwise, how could he continue on the path of martial arts?
"Heavenly Mountain Seal!" The man roared, no longer holding back. A massive ancient seal descended like a mountain crashing down from the sky, carrying boundless power as it blasted toward Lin Feng.
Demonic tribulation force coiled around Lin Feng's hand. He struck out fiercely, shattering the ancient seal with overwhelming force. At the same time, he stomped hard, and a prison formed on the ground, locking the opponent's body in place. The man howled, but his feet couldn't move an inch. Light patterns crawled over his entire body, and the prison array rendered him immobile.
"With cultivation like yours, you dare step onto this platform?" Lin Feng's voice was icy. He stood right in front of the man, his calm words like sharp thorns piercing the opponent's heart. The man struggled wildly, but the light patterns grew stronger, binding him tightly.
"Roar!" The man roared in fury. His hand swung out, sending an ancient seal flying toward Lin Feng. But Lin Feng simply punched with his physical body, shattering the seal. His fist appeared directly in front of the opponent's head, as if one more push would blow it apart.
But Lin Feng's fist slowly stopped, not striking. Only his icy pupils stared into the opponent's eyes. In those pupils, it seemed a Nine Nether abyss had opened, playing a demonic melody in the opponent's mind.
"Martial artists should have firm resolve, seeking martial arts to strengthen themselves. You are weak in strength and talent, yet for some petty benefits from the Ji Gate—or under coercion—you pretend to fight on this platform. What face do you have to speak of martial arts?" Lin Feng's voice was like a cursed demonic sound, stabbing deeply into the opponent's heart and echoing in his mind.
"Lack of talent can be redeemed. Weakness in strength can be overcome through self-improvement, as long as one has a firm martial heart. But someone like you, manipulated by others, defiling the path of martial arts—you are unworthy of treading the path of a martial arts powerhouse. Even if you manage to enter the War King Academy, you will only be a foil for others. Like an appendage of the Ji Gate, you will be looked down upon, a manipulated ant, a rat, worse than a pig or a dog."
The curse of will, accompanied by Lin Feng's voice, pierced through the opponent's mind. The man's entire mind echoed with Lin Feng's words: unworthy of speaking of martial arts, manipulated, ant, rat... Each word stabbed at him, trampling his martial heart.
"Shut up!" The man roared. But then, a thunderous explosion rang out. Lin Feng's hand slammed down heavily, smashing into the opponent's body and crushing him to the ground. Then, Lin Feng stepped on him, looking down from above, his icy pupils fixed on the man.
"When the Ji Gate looks at you, it's just like how I look at you now. Standing on this battle platform, don't you feel shame?" Lin Feng's voice kept stabbing at the man, making him clutch his head with both hands, as if his skull was about to explode, as if he was about to collapse.
"Get off on your own and think it over!" Lin Feng kicked out sharply, sending the man rolling toward the edge of the platform. The man paused for a moment, then roared: "No..."
With that, his body shot into the sky, fleeing into the distance. But his roars continued, as if he had gone mad.
"This guy is ruthless." The crowd's hearts trembled, especially those hired by the Ji Gate. They felt their scalps go numb. Lin Feng was trampling on the man's dignity, crushing his martial heart. Too ruthless. Cold and merciless, without a shred of pity.
The Ji Gate members stared at Lin Feng, not expecting him to be so vicious. Even the Heavenly Terrace members were slightly surprised. Looking at that back, they sighed inwardly. This guy treated his Heavenly Terrace brothers like family, but when it came to enemies, he was a complete demon. If that man couldn't shake off today's shadow, he would be utterly ruined.
Lin Feng's cold gaze swept over the Ji Gate members. Helping the Ji Gate meant opposing the Heavenly Terrace. Helping the Ji Gate fight against his brothers—if that was the case, don't blame him for being ruthless.
"I know some of you didn't originally belong to the Ji Gate. In any upcoming match, I might personally step onto the platform. If you're smart, you'll leave quietly on your own. Otherwise, I don't mind giving you a chance to rediscover yourselves!" Lin Feng's final words were like a cold blade, making those people feel a chill. Rediscover themselves, just like the man just now?