# Chapter 352: Hypocrisy
The crowd lifted their heads, gazing at Lin Feng in the void, bathed within the golden flames.
"It seems we've underestimated Lin Feng."
The crowd murmured inwardly. With a single punch, Lin Feng had sent Qiong Biluo staggering backward, setting his entire body ablaze. His strength was extraordinary, far greater than they had imagined.
Many of them had thought Lin Feng was no match for Qiong Biluo, but they had all been wrong. Perhaps this would be an evenly matched battle.
But the more this was the case, the more excited the crowd became. Being able to witness such a battle was a dream come true.
"Not bad. At least this won't be too boring. If you were too weak, it wouldn't be interesting." The gloom on Qiong Biluo's face dissipated as he looked at Lin Feng with a cold smile. A trace of battle intent appeared on his body, as if he were excited.
The impression he gave was that the stronger Lin Feng was, the more interested he became. He hoped Lin Feng would be stronger.
"Hypocrisy."
Lin Feng saw through that fake smile and sneered. Given Qiong Biluo's personality, he should have wanted to finish Lin Feng off in one move to display his own strength and pride, to satisfy his vanity. Now, saying this was nothing more than an attempt to cover up his own embarrassment. Very hypocritical.
"I'll make you even more interested." Lin Feng's hands gathered solemnly. Then, a sword of the sun took shape between his palms. The sunlight scattering through the air reflected upon it, unable to move away. The sunlight burned the sword, and the sword, like the sun, radiated brilliance.
Countless rays of sunlight seemed to shoot forth from the sword, causing the crowd to squint, unable to look directly at it. Their hearts trembled in shock. How terrifying. Lin Feng's sword rivaled the blazing sun itself—scorching hot, dazzling.
"Biluo Martial Soul." Seeing this sword, Qiong Biluo was startled and immediately called out softly. Behind him, Biluo Silk Rain took shape, forming a curtain of rain.
But just as the Biluo Martial Soul appeared, Lin Feng took a step forward. The dazzling sword released ten thousand rays of light, stinging the eyes of the crowd.
The sword. The sword of light.
Qiong Biluo's expression changed drastically. The silk rain curtain flowed upward, rushing toward Lin Feng's sword as if to block it, while his body also retreated rapidly.
"Chi, chi..." The Biluo Silk Rain was severed. The brilliant sword light slashed across Qiong Biluo's body, carrying a trail of crimson blood that floated through the air. On Qiong Biluo's chest, a deep bloody gash had appeared. If he had been even a moment slower, or if the Biluo Silk Rain hadn't been there, that sword would have pierced straight through his chest.
"You're even more useless than I imagined." Lin Feng stood there, looking at the disheveled Qiong Biluo without immediately pursuing him. He simply didn't care about Qiong Biluo at all. It was just that Qiong Biluo always wanted to use Lin Feng to display his own strength. So Lin Feng might as well "oblige" him, letting Qiong Biluo know just how laughable his so-called talent really was.
Looking at the two figures in the void, Lin Feng stood proud and arrogant, while Qiong Biluo was disheveled and ferocious. The crowd felt a sense of unreality. It was reversed. This was completely opposite to what they had expected. It should have been Qiong Biluo standing proudly while Lin Feng was beaten without the power to retaliate. But the truth overturned their inner thoughts.
Lin Feng hadn't made many moves, but every single one was this shocking.
The first time he made the people of Heavenly One Academy recognize him was during his battle with Black Demon. Back then, Lin Feng was unknown, while Black Demon was already one of the academy's top ten disciples. Everyone had seen the result.
The second time Lin Feng made a move in the academy was probably when he defeated Dugu Shang. In the end, Dugu Shang knelt and begged for mercy.
The third time, Lin Feng severed the arm of the One-Armed Man, shocking everyone.
And this time, just when the vast majority believed Qiong Biluo would easily defeat Lin Feng, Lin Feng once again brought them a surprise.
Lin Feng said Qiong Biluo was even more useless than he had imagined. Perhaps while Qiong Biluo thought Lin Feng was fragile and easily broken, while the crowd believed Lin Feng was sure to lose, Lin Feng himself had never taken Qiong Biluo seriously at all. He had never considered Qiong Biluo his opponent.
"Is that so?" A sharp glint flashed in Qiong Biluo's eyes. The Biluo Martial Soul behind him shimmered with an eerie light. He shouted, "Biluo Yellow Springs."
Lin Feng could sever the Biluo Silk Rain, but how could he break the Biluo Yellow Springs?
In the void, the silk rain threads were formless and invisible, spreading out directly, forming curtains of rain that scattered around Lin Feng.
"Let's see how you dodge this." Seeing Lin Feng's figure enveloped by the rain curtains, Qiong Biluo sneered.
"Are you sure you saw clearly?" A faint voice came from behind the rain curtain. Then, the figure enveloped by the rain curtain slowly dissipated. One, two, many Lin Fengs all faded away. These were all afterimages. And at this moment, Lin Feng was standing behind the rain curtain, looking at Qiong Biluo with indifferent eyes, his gaze full of disregard.
Biluo Yellow Springs was formless and shadowless, falling directly from the void. But wherever there was matter, there were fluctuations. Some fluctuations were so subtle they were imperceptible, and by the time you noticed, you were already trapped. However, with Lin Feng's realm of Unity of Heaven and Man, no matter how subtle the fluctuation, it couldn't escape his perception. Before the silk rain curtain even appeared, he had already moved.
"How is this possible?" Qiong Biluo murmured, his gaze frozen. Behind him—Lin Feng had actually dodged the Biluo Yellow Springs and appeared behind the silk rain. How could this be?
"Coincidence. That's right, it must be luck. He just happened to dodge it." Qiong Biluo's eyes turned cold. The silk rain in the void dissipated. He looked at Lin Feng, and Lin Feng looked back at him, neither dodging nor avoiding.
Suddenly, Lin Feng's body moved, turning into an afterimage that vanished from where he stood. And at the spot Lin Feng had just occupied, the Biluo Yellow Springs water curtain appeared once again.
Qiong Biluo's gaze froze. Coincidence? Had Lin Feng really been lucky?
The best way to avoid the Biluo Yellow Springs was to keep one's body constantly flickering, leaving no opportunity for the Biluo Yellow Springs to strike. But Lin Feng had dodged it the first time, and the second time, he stood there waiting, yet still easily avoided it.
"It seems your pride is nothing but this useless martial soul. Take away the martial soul, and you, Qiong Biluo, are nothing but trash. The One-Armed Man is far stronger than you."
Seeing Qiong Biluo's dejection, Lin Feng shook his head inwardly. A martial soul was the root of a martial cultivator, very important. A powerful martial soul could greatly enhance a cultivator's combat strength. But if a cultivator forgot about himself and relied solely on his martial soul, then when the martial soul was suppressed or couldn't take effect, that cultivator became nothing.
A martial cultivator needed a martial soul, but relying only on the martial soul would not take one far.
At this moment, Lin Feng was teaching Qiong Biluo a lesson, and the crowd nodded inwardly. They also realized that Qiong Biluo had never displayed his own actual strength. His battles all relied on his martial soul. It was just that because Qiong Biluo's martial soul was so powerful, the crowd had overlooked everything else, simply believing in their hearts that Qiong Biluo was too strong, invincible, and Lin Feng was no match for him.
But the truth was far from that.
"You said you would cripple my cultivation to make me learn a lesson. Then I will cripple your cultivation and let you reflect properly." Lin Feng spoke, causing the crowd's eyes to freeze. What hypocritical words. Cripple cultivation and still reflect? What use would reflection be? But Lin Feng was just paying back in kind. Since Qiong Biluo had so brazenly said those words, Lin Feng could naturally return them to him.
Raising his hands slightly, both of Lin Feng's fists burned with blazing flames, incomparably hot. The surrounding space seemed to ignite as well, scorching hot.
"Kill!"
A sound of killing intent roared from Lin Feng's mouth. He stepped forward, his flame fists blasting toward Qiong Biluo.
"Biluo Silk Rain."
This time, Qiong Biluo was prepared. The silk rain threads flowed upward, like rivers and lakes, gurgling through the void, actually causing Lin Feng's charging body to stall, blocked for a moment by the Biluo Silk Rain.
"A martial soul isn't something only you have." Lin Feng sneered. Purple tentacles bent, continuously extending toward Qiong Biluo, causing his expression to change drastically. The Biluo Silk Rain was blocking Lin Feng. If he retreated, the silk rain would dissipate, and Lin Feng's flame fists would surely descend.
"Biluo Yellow Springs."
Qiong Biluo roared in anger, unable to care about anything else. His body turned into an afterimage, directly fleeing to where the Yu Family members were, causing the crowd's eyes to freeze.
"His life can only be handed over to you."
Qiong Biluo looked at the Yu Family elder and said.
Lin Feng slowly turned around, glancing at Qiong Biluo, his eyes filled with endless mockery. Those who cared about vanity and thought themselves so arrogant were, in their bones, nothing but petty people.
Outward pride, when faced with danger, would resort to any means, clinging to others. But those with true pride in their bones, since they had chosen to fight, would fight with dignity, even if they died.