Chapter 193: A Beaten Dog
His body flickered again, Luoyu simply didn't dare to receive Lin Feng's sword. This sword, which fused Sword Intent, Battle Intent, and Destruction Intent, carried endless slaughter with every strike. Its power was too overwhelming.
If struck by this sword, death was certain. Luoyu felt a trace of regret in his heart. He had never imagined Lin Feng would be this powerful—a Spirit Martial Realm, Seventh Layer cultivator, yet he fought without hesitation, not even taking him seriously.
A rumbling sound rang out as Lin Feng's sword struck empty air. An intensely powerful sword aura burst forth. Warhorses neighed as a distant steed was directly torn to shreds. The rider on that horse fell to the ground, gasping in shock, but didn't dare utter a single word of complaint to provoke Lin Feng.
He had personally witnessed Luoyu's arrogance moments ago, attacking Lin Feng directly with reckless abandon. But Lin Feng said nothing, too lazy to waste words, and simply drew his sword. Every strike sought to take a life, forcing the Spirit Martial Realm, Seventh Layer Luoyu into a miserable state. Lin Feng would truly kill Luoyu.
Seeing this scene, how could he dare to provoke Lin Feng? That would be seeking death.
The destructive Sword Intent swept across in all directions. Lin Feng's Battle Intent grew stronger and stronger. He swung his longsword coldly and ruthlessly, and Luoyu didn't even have a chance to counterattack.
At this moment, Luoyu's face was dark and gloomy. He had been forced into such a miserable state by Lin Feng, and in front of so many people.
"Roar!"
A furious howl erupted from Luoyu's mouth. His robes fluttered as boundless rage radiated from his entire body, cold and fierce.
"Are you farting?" Lin Feng said coldly upon hearing the roar, and struck down with another sword from the air.
The endless Sword Intent in the space suddenly vanished, disappearing without a trace in an instant. This made Luoyu's eyes narrow slightly, then a flash of joy passed through his gaze. A wild and domineering power was released as the shadow of his Martial Soul flickered faintly behind him.
But at that moment, Luoyu's heart suddenly tightened, pounding violently. A premonition of doom spread through his heart. This sword, which had lost its fierce sword momentum, was the most dangerous one of all.
The battle intent that had just ignited in his heart vanished in an instant. Luoyu's body retreated wildly, reaching an extreme speed.
"Chi, chi!"
A soft sound rang out. Luoyu dodged that sword, but a spitting sword aura directly slashed across his chest. The clothes on Luoyu's body shattered inch by inch, his skin exposed. A bright red blood mark ran from his throat all the way down, shocking to behold.
The crowd was completely stunned by this sight. Such a sharp sword, such overbearing and terrifying strength.
Luoyu lowered his head, glanced at his chest, and then his face twisted into an extremely ferocious expression.
Raising his head, when Luoyu looked at Lin Feng again, his gaze burned with endless fury.
However, Lin Feng's eyes remained as cold as ever. He took a step forward and swung his sword once more.
"I will definitely kill you with my own hands."
Luoyu's body trembled. Losing all will to fight, he turned around and flickered away.
Lin Feng let out a cold laugh, took a step forward, raised his sword, and chased after him. Without any mercy, he slashed down at Luoyu's back.
Feeling the terrifying killing intent behind him, Luoyu gritted his teeth. His body shook violently, and he fled wildly, disregarding all dignity.
"A beaten dog dares to boast," Lin Feng said coldly, not continuing the chase. He stood with his sword raised, his voice carrying far into the distance: "It's not that I think you're Black Demon. In my eyes, you're not even as good as Black Demon. From now on, you'd better not run into me."
Luoyu, fleeing in the distance, spat out a mouthful of blood upon hearing Lin Feng's words. Already injured by the sword aura, the rage and shame worsened his wounds, but he didn't dare stop his steps, fleeing away in a miserable state.
After Luoyu's figure disappeared, the crowd looked at Lin Feng, their eyes flickering with a hint of shock.
That day, Lin Feng was arrogantly wild, challenging Black Demon. When no one believed in him, he nearly killed Black Demon on the spot.
And today, Luoyu was even more arrogant. He said one thing to Lin Feng, Lin Feng retorted, and immediately Luoyu struck with thunderous force, injuring Lin Feng.
Lin Feng said nothing. Just one man, one sword, dancing. The result was that the arrogant and domineering Luoyu fled in disgrace.
Two months later, Lin Feng had once again defeated the seventh-ranked aristocratic disciple of Heavenly One Academy.
Lin Feng's talent was too monstrous.
Expressionless, Lin Feng put away the silver sword, then returned to his dragon steed, and said indifferently, "Let's move out."
The silver-armored soldiers nodded slightly, issued a command, and immediately the sound of hooves rose. The crowd galloped away, disappearing from sight in just a few moments.
But the shocking battle just now still echoed in the minds of the crowd.
Outside the northern city gate of the Imperial City, the land was desolate, covered in yellow earth.
This northern gate was not allowed for casual entry or exit. It was usually kept closed, and only those with a pass token could enter or leave.
On the vast, barren yellow earth, there were many large tents arranged in an orderly fashion. Here, many military soldiers were stationed.
At this moment, a hundred meters in front of the central tent, in the enormous drill ground, many figures had gathered. There were noble children in luxurious attire, generals in armor, and silver-armored soldiers.
Most of those noble children in luxurious attire were disciples of Snow Moon Holy Academy. They were heading to the battlefield to earn merits, making their future path smoother.
Of course, there were also many who went to train, to grow stronger, to experience true life-and-death battles, to taste that kind of passion and cruelty.
"Rumble..."
In the distance, the sound of hooves rose, shaking the ground and spreading far away. The crowd in the drill ground could clearly feel the earth trembling.
Yellow dust spread, rolling in. Before long, many figures appeared in the crowd's line of sight, rushing toward them.
"They're here."
The crowd's eyes flickered. Sharp gazes shot out from their eyes, fixed on the arriving group.
At the same time, on the generals' platform in front of the drill ground, a young figure stood up and walked toward the crowd, a gentle smile on his lips.
Several soldiers in front dismounted. Seeing the young man approaching, they immediately knelt on one knee and respectfully called out, "Your Highness."
"You've worked hard," the young man said to these soldiers with a gentle smile, his hands slightly lifting to raise them up. This made the soldiers feel extremely flattered and moved.
Although His Highness was a prince, lofty and exalted, he showed no arrogance at all. He was very easy to get along with, even treating ordinary soldiers like them with courtesy.
"Your Highness."
The people from Heavenly One Academy all dismounted and politely called out to Duan Wuya.
Duan Wuya smiled and nodded to the crowd, saying, "Everyone's willingness to assist the Snow Moon soldiers in repelling foreign enemies is a blessing for our Snow Moon Kingdom."
"You're too kind, Your Highness."
"Come, everyone, please sit. Once I gather the three armies, I will order the expedition," Duan Wuya said very politely, extending his hand in a guiding gesture. On both sides of the drill ground, there were rows of neatly arranged seats. The people from Heavenly One Academy came to the right side and took their seats one after another.
As the Heavenly One Academy crowd sat down, sharp gazes immediately shot toward them, making their eyes narrow as they looked across.
Sitting opposite them were many from Snow Moon Holy Academy.
At this moment, Lin Feng was also sitting among the Heavenly One Academy crowd. As soon as he sat down, he felt many gazes fall on him, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Duan Han, Yue Tianchen, Lin Qian, and many other familiar figures were all among them.
The battlefield—not only the people of the General Star System from Heavenly One Academy wanted to set foot on it, but some nobles and commoners also wished to go. Nobles could earn military merits through the battlefield, smoothing their official careers, while commoners could rise through the ranks, trading their struggles for glory.
However, Lin Feng clearly felt an even sharper gaze fixed on him. It wasn't from the crowd opposite. The owner of this gaze was on the main seat, beside Duan Wuya.
"Duan Tianlang!"
Seeing the sharp gaze within the general's armor, Lin Feng's eyes froze slightly. This armored general was none other than the Celestial Wolf King, Duan Tianlang.
Besides holding the title of prince, Duan Tianlang was also a national general, commanding troops on the battlefield.