Chapter 578: Humiliating Slap
This crisp sound was the noise of a slap. Lin Feng's hand had struck Yu Jian's face.
The force was not too heavy, but this slap was enough to make Yu Jian lose all face. Moreover, this was not the end. Lin Feng had said he would slap him ten times.
"Slap, slap, slap..."
The crisp sounds rang out continuously. Lin Feng's palm moved like a phantom, striking Yu Jian's face again and again, and at the same time, striking his heart.
After ten slaps, Lin Feng stopped. Looking at the still-dazed Yu Jian, his sallow face still carried a bright smile, but that smile seemed sinister no matter how one looked at it.
Even now, the crowd still could not understand why Lin Feng's aura was so weak, yet Yu Jian, at the Fourth Layer of Profound Martial Realm, could only be continuously slapped before him.
They naturally did not know that Lin Feng cultivated the Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art, completing the full great cycle. He now possessed five thousand nine-revolution buddha-demon power. This meant that even without using those five thousand buddha-demon powers, Lin Feng's physical strength was at the Fifth Layer of Profound Martial Realm.
With a physical body at the Fifth Layer of Profound Martial Realm, a casually thrown punch was equivalent to a Fifth Layer Profound Martial Realm expert using a divine ability technique. When that punch landed, how could Yu Jian's single finger remain unbroken?
By opposing Lin Feng in strength, he was truly seeking death.
"I originally only planned to slap you ten times, but because of that last sentence of yours, add another ten slaps."
Lin Feng spoke indifferently. Yu Jian still stood there staring at him, frozen in place, as if he had even forgotten to resist.
And now, Lin Feng said he would slap him another ten times, as if it were a trivial matter, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Lin Feng could slap him whenever he wanted.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
A terrifying sword intent was released. Yu Jian suddenly became like a sword, incredibly sharp. This sword seemed about to be drawn from its sheath.
"Idiot."
"Boom!"
Another dull sound rang out. Lin Feng's fist directly struck Yu Jian's chest, right at his heart. It caused his entire abdomen to cave in, and all his sword intent instantly dissipated into nothing.
"For someone like you to stand on this stage is truly a disgrace."
Lin Feng spat out another voice, and then the slapping sounds rose and fell continuously. Lin Feng slapped Yu Jian another ten times. The force was still not heavy, but every slap was like a knife stabbing into his heart—pain, intense, unbearable pain.
Lin Feng was tormenting his spirit, crushing his will, destroying his martial dao heart.
Every word, every slap, would not seriously injure him, but the blow to him was indescribable. Although Lin Feng could not kill Yu Jian, nor would he severely injure him, he would destroy him spiritually, annihilate him.
Yu Jian was only the first. There were also Yu Qin, Wu Qing, and those two black-robed youths. Lin Feng had silently remembered them all. No matter how broad one's mind, there was still a space for hatred.
These people wanted Lin Feng's life. Lin Feng naturally would not disappoint them. Perhaps only when they were about to die would they truly see Lin Feng transformed into the God of Death.
"Disgrace. Get lost!"
Finally, Lin Feng punched Yu Jian's body, sending him flying, and then he heavily crashed to the ground.
Yu Jian, at the Fourth Layer of Profound Martial Realm, was so fragile, so utterly pathetic.
The crowd had watched Lin Feng humiliate and defeat Yu Jian from beginning to end. Their eyes were wide open, as if trying to see through Lin Feng's abilities.
But they were disappointed. From start to finish, Lin Feng had not used any special abilities—only simple, unadorned fists and crisp slaps.
But precisely because of this lack of specialness, Lin Feng appeared all the more outstanding.
"Physical strength. This is the power of the physical body."
The crowd's hearts trembled lightly. A figure appeared in their minds. Lin Feng's aura was very weak, not even reaching the Mysterious Martial Realm. He seemed fragile, and everyone thought Yu Jian would slaughter him.
But today, Lin Feng had undoubtedly taught them a lesson. Besides aura, there was another kind of power—the most primal power of a person: the power of the physical body.
It was just that they had not seen it for too long, or had never even seen a martial artist with a strong physical body. Lin Feng was an anomaly.
Techniques for cultivating the physical body had long been lost with the changing of eras. Martial artists cultivated divine ability techniques, cultivated swords, spears, halberds, wind, fire, thunder, lightning; they cultivated powerful, destructive martial techniques and divine abilities; they cultivated all kinds of endless magical arts. Only rarely did anyone cultivate the physical body.
Yet today, they had seen it. The power of martial dao was by no means limited to magical arts and divine abilities. The power of the physical body could instantly destroy a powerful martial artist. With simple, unadorned fists, it could shatter a finger filled with sword intent. With a palm devoid of any true essence light, it could continuously slap a Fourth Layer Profound Martial Realm expert, leaving him powerless to resist.
The physical body was another realm, a domain they had rarely witnessed.
The youths on the battle stage now truly began to scrutinize Lin Feng carefully.
Still that slightly sallow face, still that faint, floating aura, but his smile was still so clear, so bright.
Only now did they truly feel the confidence contained within that bright smile—a natural, innate confidence. This sickly youth had never doubted his own abilities. Even if everyone looked at him with disdain and contempt, waiting to see him make a fool of himself, he did not care. A truly strong-hearted person would not care about anyone else's strange looks. Facts would prove everything.
"Interesting."
Yun Feiyang looked at Lin Feng and murmured softly. In the first battle, he had given everyone a surprise, an unexpected twist that defied all expectations.
In the second battle, perhaps everyone thought no more surprises would occur. Yet the second battle brought the crowd no less shock than the first. This battle made them realize that martial artists had another kind of existence—those who cultivated the physical body.
Lin Feng's gaze shifted away from Yu Jian. Yu Jian and Yu Qin, these two members of the Yu Clan, were not his targets. They were merely stepping stones that would eventually be crushed. In Lin Feng's eyes, they did not even rank. Perhaps in their hearts, they were still excited about Lin Feng's disappearance, thinking that Lin Feng had died forever that night and would vanish from the world. They had not yet realized that one foot was already stepping into the abyss of death, only one step away from eternal damnation.
His raised gaze fell upon the figures on the stage. Among them, Lin Feng naturally recognized everyone from the Snow Moon Kingdom. The Tian Feng Kingdom had seven new faces—the Seven Envoys of Heavenly Wind.
As for the Dragon Mountain Empire, all those who had come to their inn to provoke them were there. Additionally, Lin Feng saw a few familiar figures.
Tang Youyou, the daughter of the number one family in Heavenly Dragon City, was still as stunning as ever. Standing there, she stood out like a crane among chickens, making it hard to look directly at her.
To her right, separated by one person, was another woman of breathtaking beauty, equally famous—Qing Mengxin. At this moment, the faint smile on Qing Mengxin's lips and her flowing, captivating eyes had stolen countless hearts. Who knew how many people had come just for her and Tang Youyou?
What truly shocked Lin Feng was the person standing between the two women. Between two peerless beauties, he was so easily overlooked and ignored.
But when Lin Feng's gaze truly fell on him, he realized he was wrong. A person like this would never be overlooked or ignored, no matter where he stood. Even if he seemed ordinary and plain, the intangible aura he exuded made no one feel any disharmony in his standing between the two peerless beauties. It was as if he was meant to stand there, between the two women, the focus of the crowd.
Moreover, Lin Feng had seen this person before.
He had seen him in the Star Hall. Lin Feng remembered a woman named Li Hen who followed him, at the Fifth Layer of Profound Martial Realm. She said she was his sister, but Lin Feng did not quite believe it.
Additionally, the old man who had traded the Blood Soul Grass with Lin Feng had told him that in the Star Hall, some people could influence the rules. This youth was one of them.
Seeing him now, Lin Feng naturally thought of a name.
"Imperial Family, the number one youth of the Dragon Mountain Empire: Jun Moxi."
PS: Two chapters coded today, two chapters coded yesterday. Four chapters will be coded tomorrow and the day after. Poor condition tonight, feeling drowsy.