Chapter 534: The Bet

"Mm?"

Seeing Lin Feng's actions, the crowd was stunned. This Lin Feng was incredibly domineering and aggressive. A person from the Snow Moon Kingdom actually dared to act so arrogantly in the Tang Family's Heavenly Walk Palace.

"Did you think I would be afraid of you?" The man who had attacked Lin Feng snorted coldly, standing up. A fierce aura burst forth from his body, surging toward the approaching Lin Feng.

"Fourth Layer of Profound Martial Realm. So you've only just qualified to step into the ninth floor of this Heavenly Walk Palace, and here you are showing off. Are you trying to cover up your own inner inferiority?"

Lin Feng's robes billowed as his massive strides instantly closed the distance to his opponent. His body trembled in midair, lunging sideways. A current of air flowed through his hand, faintly tinged with black. A terrifying gale force erupted from Lin Feng's fist, producing a whistling sound.

The oppressive fist intent radiating from Lin Feng caused the young man's expression to shift. It felt as though a terrifying power was circulating within Lin Feng's fist. Even before he arrived, the pressure had already descended upon him.

His face darkened. He stomped his foot backward, channeling all his terrifying true essence into his hand, then explosively expelled it toward Lin Feng.

"Roar..."

The wind howled like a demonic beast's roar. True essence radiance blazed as it shot from his fist, blasting toward Lin Feng. But wherever Lin Feng's fist passed, space trembled, and the true essence power continuously annihilated, unstoppable.

"Scram."

A furious roar erupted from Lin Feng's mouth. His fist slammed into the young man's fist. The terrifying physical power, like a great mountain, directly crushed down upon the opponent's fist.

If this young man hadn't tried to match Lin Feng in raw strength, he might have had a chance to fight. But he chose to directly confront Lin Feng's Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art. With a single punch, a cracking sound rang out. The bones in his arm shattered, and his body flew backward, crashing heavily into the distant wall with a dull thud.

The pupils of the crowd all contracted. Brilliant light flickered in their eyes, mixed with shock.

Was Lin Feng really only at the Third Layer of Profound Martial Realm? Not only had he defeated the ninth-floor guard to enter here, but he had also sent a Fourth Layer Profound Martial Realm cultivator flying with a single punch, while he himself stood rooted like a mountain, unmoving.

"Useless trash."

Lin Feng spat out the words, icy and cold, causing the man's face to twist in humiliation. He bit his bloodied lips tightly.

"And you, right?"

Lin Feng's gaze shifted, landing on the white-robed young man named Yang. His eyes gleamed with cold light.

As if sensing the chill in Lin Feng's gaze, the white-robed young man stiffened, unable to speak. He and the man Lin Feng had just sent flying were both at the Fourth Layer of Profound Martial Realm. If the other couldn't withstand Lin Feng's punch, he probably couldn't either. If he fought Lin Feng, it would likely be nothing but self-inflicted humiliation.

His eyes flickered continuously. He clearly hadn't expected Lin Feng to be so arrogant and domineering, nor so overwhelmingly powerful.

"Clearly a coward. You only know how to run your mouth. When it's time to actually fight, you shrink back. If you count as a genius of the Dragon Mountain Empire, then the Dragon Mountain Empire is truly disappointing."

Lin Feng flicked his sleeves and stepped back to his seat.

Though he hadn't struck, his insulting words were like a slap across the young man's face, leaving him feeling a burning sting.

He had humiliated Lin Feng, dismissed the Snow Moon Kingdom. But now, Lin Feng used him to insult the Dragon Mountain Empire, slapping his face. And he couldn't even refute it, because he truly was inferior to Lin Feng.

"You have decent cultivation, relying on some peculiar power to defeat a Fourth Layer Profound Martial Realm expert and challenge above your level. But don't be too arrogant. This is the Dragon Mountain Empire. An empire is still an empire, not something your Snow Moon can compare to. There are countless geniuses here, plenty who can put you in your place. Many are present right now, simply unwilling to bully the weak."

Another voice rang out. The speaker was a black-robed young man with sharp eyes and brows like pine trees. As he spoke, he occasionally lowered his head to sip his wine. Only when he occasionally lifted his gaze did he sweep it over Lin Feng. The arrogance in his tone was impossible to conceal.

Lin Feng's gaze shifted, landing on the black-robed young man. His eyes were as sharp as swords.

The man continued sipping his wine, occasionally raising his head to glance at Lin Feng, but only for a moment, as if he were unfathomably profound and deep.

But Lin Feng kept staring at him, never looking away. This made the man frown. He lifted his eyes again, meeting Lin Feng's gaze, unable to continue pretending to be inscrutable.

"You mean to say that you can easily defeat me, but you simply don't want to bully the weak and humiliate me?"

Lin Feng's voice rang out, causing the man's eyes to narrow slightly, cold light flickering uncertainly.

"It's better for a person to know their place."

The black-robed young man said coldly, clearly agreeing with Lin Feng's words. He could easily defeat Lin Feng, but he simply didn't want to bully the weak.

"I'll return those words to you." Lin Feng said coldly, causing the man's face to twist into a mocking expression. He said coldly, "You really don't know what's good for you. Anyone who can step into the ninth floor of this Heavenly Walk Palace is at least at the Fourth Layer of Profound Martial Realm. There are plenty at the Fifth Layer here, and I am one of them. Do you really think that with some peculiar power, you can look down on everyone? I advise you, don't court death."

"Fifth Layer of Profound Martial Realm, is that so impressive?"

Lan Jiao laughed lightly. "You say he's arrogant and advise him not to court death. How about we make a bet?"

The man's gaze shifted, landing on Lan Jiao. "What do you want to bet?"

"If he fights you, and he loses, I'll give you the Thousand Illusions Phantom Shadow. But if you lose, you give me nine different bottles of Nectar Elixir, all complete. And I need two sets."

Lan Jiao laughed lightly, causing the man's expression to stiffen. "Nectar Elixir. At most, you can only drink one bottle per visit, and you can't take it away. As a member of the Star Dream Pavilion, you must know I can't produce the bet you're asking for. Besides, what use would the Thousand Illusions Phantom Shadow be to me?"

"I'll bet with you."

A soft voice rang out. It was Tang Youyou. She looked at Lan Jiao and said, "Your words were meant for me, weren't they? I happen to want to see the Star Dream Pavilion's unique technique, the Thousand Illusions Phantom Shadow. I'll bet two complete sets of nine bottles of Nectar Elixir against it."

"Good. As expected of the young lady of the Tang family. Truly bold."

Lan Jiao smiled, then looked at Lin Feng. "Lin Feng, taking all nine bottles of Nectar Elixir at once will have unexpected effects. This battle, you handle it as you see fit."

Seeing the smug smile on Lan Jiao's lips, Lin Feng felt like he had been sold out by her. This woman had brought him to the Heavenly Walk Palace with a clear purpose in mind.

Of course, obtaining the complete set of nine bottles of Nectar Elixir was something Lin Feng was happy to fight for.

"You two, do you want to change locations for your battle?" Tang Youyou asked Lin Feng and the black-robed young man.

"No need."

Two voices rang out simultaneously. Lin Feng and the black-robed young man both said no need.

Their eyes met, clashing in midair. Cold light flickered, and a chill spread through the space.

"Fight." Lin Feng's body trembled. His fist slammed directly onto the green sandalwood table. The table split in half from the middle, the crack exactly connecting Lin Feng and the black-robed young man.

With a single step, following this crack, Lin Feng shot forward like an arrow, hurtling toward the man.

The black-robed young man stared at Lin Feng and snorted coldly. He was at the Fifth Layer of Profound Martial Realm, two levels above Lin Feng. How could he be afraid of him?

"Thousand Buddha Fist."

The black-robed young man roared. He stomped heavily on the ground, causing it to tremble. Both fists shot out simultaneously, and a thousand fist shadows blasted forth at once, filling the space. It was terrifying.

"Annihilate!"

An icy voice spat from Lin Feng's mouth. The power of the Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art flowed through his hand, annihilating and suppressing everything. When the countless fist shadows struck his fist, they all instantly vanished.

In the space, only a single terrifying light of desolation remained, piercing straight toward the black-robed young man.

"Boom!"

A heavy, dull thud vibrated in the hearts of the crowd. Lin Feng's unstoppable fist slammed directly into the black-robed young man's body. The same scene as before repeated itself. The black-robed young man's body was sent flying, crashing into the wall. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his face was pale.