C4 Sword Line
C4 Sword Line
Lin Feng took the initiative to challenge Lin Yun?
Even Lin Hai was stunned. He looked at his son in astonishment. As for the Elders who were preparing to leave, they sat back down and looked at Lin Feng with interest.
Lin Haoran coldly laughed. At this moment, he was stifling a wave of anger within his heart. He never expected that this trash would take the initiative to challenge his son, Lin Yun.
"Lin Yun, say yes to him." Lin Haoran's gaze landed on Lin Yun as he cast a profound gaze at him.
Looking at Lin Feng, Lin Yun felt humiliated. Amongst the younger generation in the clan, his talent could only be considered ordinary. Only in front of Lin Feng would he be able to find pride in himself, so every time he saw Lin Feng, he would be willing to mock him. But Lin Feng, the most useless person of the younger generation in the clan, actually dared to challenge him, which undoubtedly caused Lin Yun to lose face.
"If you can take three of my attacks, I won't attack again." Lin Yun stepped out. He wanted to use the cruelest method to defeat Lin Feng and let him know how useless he was.
"If you can take a punch from me, I will admit defeat." Lin Feng shook his head and said in an indifferent tone. This indifferent tone made Lin Yun's expression instantly darken, as if he could not even withstand a single punch from Lin Feng.
The crowd also became stunned as they looked speechlessly at Lin Feng. There must be something wrong with this fellow that he would actually say such arrogant words.
"Whatever you say, a trash is still a trash. Only trash like you would dare to talk nonsense." Lin Yun mocked.
Lin Feng smiled. Was he really so eloquent? It seemed like he had only said one sentence.
"I'm making my move." Lin Feng didn't want to waste any more words with Lin Yun. As the sound of his voice faded, he stepped forwards as he slowly lifted his fist, waving it towards Lin Yun.
"A punch?" A trace of cruelty flashed across Lin Yun's eyes. He did not retreat, but similarly brandished his fist. He wanted to let Lin Feng know how wide a gap there was between them.
The air suddenly trembled as a tyrannical wave abruptly appeared on Lin Feng's fist, causing the air to vibrate. The crowd only saw a wave of energy surging towards Lin Yun.
Nine Waves!
Lin Yun's expression suddenly changed, because he could feel how strong the pressure was, but it was too late to retreat now. Both their fists collided, and Lin Yun only felt waves of ferocious waves pressing against his body, each wave stronger than the last, without end.
"Puff!"
With a groan, Lin Yun's body was sent flying, causing everyone to freeze on the spot. This scene was extremely similar to the battle earlier between Lin Hai and Lin Badao. Lin Yun had no power to resist as he was sent flying away by Lin Feng’s single fist strike.
Lin Haoran stood up, blankly staring at Lin Yun, who was lying on the ground.
"How is this possible? how is this possible…" Lin Yun's eyes were also glazed over, unable to accept this cruel reality.
When the crowd heard Lin Yun's voice, they suddenly recalled Lin Feng's words, "You always call me trash, but I would like know, if one day you realize that you're even worse off than me, how are you going to react?" The facts now had undoubtedly proven the unyielding pride in the youth's words.
"Is this still the Lin Family's good-for-nothing young master?" Looking at Lin Feng, the crowd suddenly had this thought. To be able to send Lin Yun flying with a single punch, he must have at least the strength of 3,000 kilograms.
"You keep saying that I'm trash, but now you can't even take a single punch from me, so what do you think you are?" Lin Feng said sarcastically as he looked at Lin Yun's malicious gaze.
"As for you, as an elder, you have always said the word 'trash' as well. Right now, your son has been defeated by a single fist of mine. By calling me trash, are you also calling your son trash?"
Lifting his head, Lin Feng took another look at Lin Haoran and said.
"You are only at the sixth level of the Qi Martial Stage. Is that enough for you to show off your strength here?" Lin Haoran had actually been pointed at and scolded by a junior, and his expression was extremely unsightly.
"It's not much of a show-off, only the return of what you two have done to me." Lin Feng was unwilling to speak any further. He turned around and left, saying, "Those who humiliate others shall always be humiliated!"
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"Those who humiliate others shall always be humiliated!" Lin Hai muttered in a low voice, a bright light flashing through his smiling eyes. His son had really changed, to be able to say such philosophical words.
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Lin Feng went back to his room in the courtyard. Defeating Lin Yun who was at the fifth level of the Qi Martial Stage was not enough for him to be proud. Lin Heng, who beat him up and threw him out of the sect before, had a much stronger talent than Lin Yun. He was a martial cultivator who was at the eighth level of the Qi Martial Stage, and Lin Badao’s children, who were all much stronger than Lin Yun, especially Lin Qian, daughter of Lin Badao, who was said to have reached the ninth level of the Qi Martial Stage.
There was only three months before the annual Clan Assembly. By that time, all of the disciples that were cultivating in the sect would return. If he did not quickly raise his cultivation, the next person to be humiliated would be him, Lin Feng.
During cultivation, time flew swiftly for the martial cultivator. For a martial cultivator that could absorb the Elemental Qi of Universe, cultivating without eating for ten consecutive days wasn't a problem at all. The Elemental Qi of Universe was the purest essence.
Ten days had passed and Lin Feng finally walked out of his room. He let out a long breath. Within ten days, he had reached the peak of the sixth level of the Qi Martial Stage. He was only one breath away from entering the seventh level of the Qi Martial Stage.
Lifting his foot, Lin Feng went to his father Lin Hai's room.
"Little Feng, don't you cultivate well at home? Why must you go back to the sect?" When Lin Hai heard Lin Feng say that he wanted to return to the sect, he was a bit worried. Lin Hai was still brooding over the previous incident and could not let it go.
"Father, there are some things that cannot be avoided. If I hide at home and cultivate, you will always protect me. How can I grow up and become an expert of Martial Tao?" Lin Feng's eyes were filled with determination. The strength of the sect was much stronger than the Lin Clan. There were powerful cultivation techniques and martial skills along with intense competitions. Only in the sect could he grow even faster.
Seeing the persistence in Lin Feng's eyes, Lin Hai sighed in his heart. His son had really grown up. Indeed, staying at home and receiving his protection was the action of a weak person. How could he become an expert of Martial Tao? However, as a parent, from his perspective, he was just reluctant to part with his son.
"Since you insist on going back to the sect, I won't stop you. However, you must pay attention to your own safety." Lin Hai nodded in compromise.
"Don't worry, father. I will definitely work hard in my cultivation and defeat all over them." Lin Feng's words were filled with a strong confidence. With the Dark Martial Soul, his cultivation speed would be many times faster than an ordinary person, his comprehension ability would also become much stronger. Accompanied by his determination, he had the reason to believe that he would not be weaker than those so-called geniuses.
Lin Feng did not bring much with him: a horse named Thousand Snow, a bag of food and some silver.
"Father, I'm leaving." Outside Yangzhou City, Lin Feng looked at his father and said.
"Mm, be careful." Lin Hai nodded his head. Then, Lin Feng rode on Thousand Snow, which instantly turned into a white cloud and disappeared outside Yangzhou City.
The vast land stretched as far as the eye could see. Lin Feng rode on his horse and dashed across the sky. Immediately, a lofty ambition arose within his heart.
In his previous life, Lin Feng loved martial arts. He yearned to be a hero, who would ride horse and sing songs, traversing the world with a sword. He never thought that in this life, he would also have the opportunity to ride by himself and freely roam in the world.
A pot of wine, a song of love, and a lifetime of freedom!
Heroes traversed the world with their swords and their heroic sentiments, staining the blue sky with their blood!
This life was destined to be extraordinary and glorious!