Chapter 188: Arrogant and Overbearing
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Lin Feng, against Feng Xiao, who was at the peak of the Sixth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm, used only one finger.
That single finger was enough to shatter Feng Xiao's meridians throughout his body, crippling his cultivation.
"Such terrifying strength."
The crowd stared quietly at Lin Feng, their hearts shaken. No wonder Duan Wuya had said Lin Feng could defeat Black Demon. That battle intent, burning through heaven and earth, never retreating—it was too fearsome.
This was a true martial cultivator, with battle intent that sought to devour the very sky.
They had no idea that when Lin Feng had nearly killed Black Demon back then, his strength had not yet reached this level. That battle intent and the sword intent contained within that finger were both insights he had gained over the past two months of cultivation in the training chamber. The more Lin Feng comprehended the black War God Sword, the more he felt its unfathomable depth, the endless layers of meaning it contained.
At the same time, Lin Feng was also astonished at how he could have awakened such a powerful martial soul. On the first page of the Heavenly Book Martial Soul, it had granted him an incredibly sharp perception, enhancing his comprehension; the second page had bestowed upon him a sword—the War God Sword. It was too incredible.
A ridiculous thought even arose in Lin Feng's mind: What exactly was a martial soul? Why were there so many types, and how could such a wondrous Heavenly Book Martial Soul be born, like a divine miracle?
At this moment, blood continuously flowed from the corner of Feng Xiao's mouth. His eyes were wide open, staring at Lin Feng in disbelief, his gaze filled with shock, horror, and fear.
Lin Feng had crippled his cultivation?
Realizing this fact, Feng Xiao's body began to tremble, an immense chill spreading over him, his back soaked with cold sweat.
Without cultivation, from now on, he was a cripple. In a large family, a cripple would be reduced to a state of being bullied by others. The family's power and influence would be beyond his reach, and his brothers would devour him until not even his bones remained.
These were the things Feng Xiao would have to face. Fear seeped into his marrow, and boundless regret arose in his heart. Why had he been the first to show off? In the end, not only had he failed to win the princess's favor, but he had also ended up like this. Now, forget the lofty princess—even a maidservant would look down on him.
A great family had the power of a great family, but it also had the rules of a great family, and its sorrows.
"Brother Feng said earlier that not killing me would be an act of mercy. So now, I am merely crippling Brother Feng's cultivation. Not killing you is merciful enough toward you, isn't it?"
Lin Feng mimicked Feng Xiao's tone, returning the words the other had spoken to him. They fell on Feng Xiao's ears, harsh and grating.
Perhaps only now did Feng Xiao realize how arrogant and unpleasant his words to Lin Feng had been not long ago.
At this moment, Lin Feng's figure flickered slightly. He lifted Feng Xiao's body in his hand, took a step, and walked atop the waves, turning into an arrow that shot through the water, swift and agile.
In just a moment, Lin Feng had crossed to the vicinity of the pavilion. With a leap, he descended like a great roc into the pavilion and threw Feng Xiao's body to the ground, utterly graceful.
"What a formidable movement technique."
The crowd's hearts trembled. Compared to Feng Xiao's arrogance, Lin Feng was too low-key. When he had gone earlier, his movements had been extremely ordinary, but now he revealed his technique, stunning the crowd.
In truth, Lin Feng was not skilled in movement techniques, nor had he practiced any powerful movement martial skills, nor did he possess a martial soul related to movement. However, he had cultivated the Pure Origin Technique, which gave him a solid foundation and robust internal energy. That single breath was very strong, allowing him to walk atop the waves without releasing that breath until he stepped onto the pavilion.
Looking at Feng Xiao lying on the ground like a dead fish, the crowd was momentarily speechless. Earlier, it was Feng Xiao who had first said he would cripple Lin Feng's cultivation, so Lin Feng's actions were not excessive at all.
"Lin Feng, you are too arrogant and overbearing. Today, His Highness the Prince is hosting us, and the princess is also present. Yet you act so cruelly, without any trace of benevolence, crippling Feng Xiao's cultivation. Are you trying to embarrass His Highness the Second Prince?" At this moment, a cold voice rang out, causing Lin Feng's eyes to freeze.
Turning around, Lin Feng's gaze fell on Meng Chong, and he said indifferently, "Can you speak any more shamelessly?"
This Meng Chong was blatantly spewing nonsense with his eyes wide open, causing a faint chill to emanate from Lin Feng.
"Am I wrong? Everyone witnessed you crippling Feng Xiao's cultivation," Meng Chong said sternly.
A faint sneer curled at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth as he looked at Meng Chong and said, "Since you say I am cruel, then I will be cruel. Meng Chong, everyone also witnessed you agreeing to my challenge earlier, didn't they?"
Meng Chong saw the cold smile on Lin Feng's lips and felt a tightening in his heart. His expression turned ugly as he said, "A cruel person like you, I, Meng Chong, disdain to spar or challenge."
"Trying to weasel out?"
A hint of mockery flashed across Lin Feng's face, and then his gaze gradually turned cold. "You say fight when you want, and don't fight when you don't. Who do you think I, Lin Feng, am?"
As he spoke, Lin Feng took a sudden step forward, charging toward Meng Chong.
Meng Chong's expression changed drastically. His body flickered as he dashed out of the pavilion, leaping into the air. Even Feng Xiao was no match for a single finger from Lin Feng; how could he, Meng Chong, possibly contend with Lin Feng?
Lin Feng leaped up, landing on the eaves of the pavilion's corridor. Looking at the figure suspended in midair, he sneered. A sharp sword aura burst forth from his body.
"Get down here!"
Lin Feng's hand slashed through the void. Instantly, a fierce sword energy pulsed, and in the air, a faint black illusory sword shadow descended from the sky, striking Meng Chong.
With Meng Chong's meager cultivation, he naturally could not achieve true flight. He was merely relying on a single breath to leap high into the air, trying to escape Lin Feng's attack. Suspended in the void, Meng Chong had no means of defense. Although this sword energy from Lin Feng was not very strong, it was more than enough to deal with Meng Chong in midair.
The sword energy landed on Meng Chong, and his breath was instantly broken. His body began to fall from the air.
"Bastard, I, Meng Chong, will not let you off!"
Meng Chong roared as he fell toward the lake, his voice filled with rage. But Lin Feng sneered and said, "In that case, I won't hold back."
Lin Feng's cold words made Meng Chong's body tremble. As he was still falling, he turned his head to look and saw Lin Feng stepping through the air toward him. His face turned pale. Why had he bothered to threaten Lin Feng?
"Chi, chi!"
A soft sound rang out as Lin Feng's body arrived in front of the descending Meng Chong. Without any hesitation, he pointed a sharp finger, striking Meng Chong.
Instantly, that fierce and overbearing sword intent burst forth from Lin Feng's finger, wreaking havoc within Meng Chong's body, destroying his cultivation without any mercy.
"Ah..." A painful howl escaped Meng Chong's mouth, sending a chill through the hearts of the crowd. Lin Feng was terrifying. He acted without any regard for consequences, striking when he wanted, crippling cultivation when he wanted, without any fear. This kind of madman was the last person these nobles wanted to provoke.
Kind people were bullied, but when these nobles encountered someone more vicious than themselves, they became wary and afraid.
Lin Feng had clearly taught them a very vivid lesson.
That lesson came at the cost of Feng Xiao's and Meng Chong's cultivations.
Lin Feng carried the crippled Meng Chong back into the pavilion and coldly threw his body down, tossing him next to Feng Xiao. The two of them were now listless, their faces pale, their bodies lacking even strength, as they stared at Lin Feng with venomous eyes.
"There's no need to look at me like that. If I had fallen into your hands, you would have done the same to me. And today, I didn't intend to cause trouble. You were the ones who provoked me first. All I did was repay you in kind."
Lin Feng's expression remained indifferent, as if nothing had happened. Then, he raised his eyes and swept his gaze over the seated crowd, saying calmly, "If anyone else wants to spar, just say so. I, Lin Feng, will gladly oblige, no matter who comes."
His domineering words echoed through the pavilion, causing everyone's eyes to freeze. This guy was incredibly arrogant—he would accept any challenge.
Lin Feng stood in the midst of the crowd, facing them directly, but in his heart, he held none of them in any regard.
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