C292 The Father and Son Were Fighting!
C292 The Father and Son Were Fighting!
All the disciples of Sword Mountain had witnessed Lin Feng's strength, but Lin Zhetian's monstrous talent also came from Lin Feng. As expected of a tiger father without a dog son, it was just that Lin Zhetian's current decadence made many disciples sigh.
"You don't deserve to call me father, my son, Lin Zhetian. He is the king of the Snow Clan, he is the model of his brother, he is the pride in his father's eyes, he is the good child in his mother's eyes, and what about you?"
Lin Feng shouted and glanced at Lin Zhetian indifferently. The latter's eyes were blurred and his face became even paler.
"A decadent you, are you Lin Zhetian? What is the meaning of your name? Do you know?"
"Shroud the sky, a person who can even cover the sky, would actually be decadent because of a mere top ten chief disciple?"
"Lin Zhetian, you disappoint me."
As a father, Lin Feng did not comfort his son. From the beginning, he had a cold and sullen expression on his face. He looked at his son, and Meng Qing hugged him tightly, unwilling to let go.
Lin Zhetian felt more and more ashamed as he listened to Lin Feng's scolding, but he was really tired. His previous fighting spirit was gone. He just wanted to live in a muddle-headed way.
The mountain guardian elder watched coldly from the side and did not interfere. Although Lin Zhetian was his disciple, Lin Feng was Lin Zhetian's biological father, so he had the most say in the matter. Furthermore, Lin Feng's lesson was not wrong.
If Lin Zhetian still did not wake up in time, then this good seedling would really be wasted.
Tian Chi also stood beside Lin Feng. Looking at Lin Zhetian's current decadence, he couldn't help but think of his decadence back then. If it wasn't for Lin Feng waking up the obsession in his heart in time, perhaps he wouldn't be who he was today.
"Nephew Zhe Tian, I have been in the same situation as you, but I have been through it, and there is nothing that cannot be resolved. Look at your father, has he ever been decadent in his life?"
"Lin Zhetian, don't forget that you are the eldest son of your father. Your father has seen your growth, but you are really disappointing your father. I ..."
"Senior brother, don't say anymore. He won't listen to you."
Tian Chi was a little angry as he spoke, but he was interrupted by Lin Feng's helpless wave of his hand. The latter's scolding was nothing to Lin Zhetian. If he could wake Lin Zhetian up so easily, the elder wouldn't be so angry.
"Lin Zhetian, do you dare to fight me?"
At first, they thought that Lin Feng had given up on his son, but who would have thought that such words would suddenly come out of his mouth? Immediately, everyone's eyes widened as they looked at Lin Feng in shock and surprise.
Lin Feng wanted to fight with his own son? What was going on? Lin Zhetian was already dispirited, could it be that Lin Feng wanted to completely destroy Lin Zhetian?
When Lin Feng said these words, even the expression of the Punishment Elder, who had always been indifferent, changed. He knew very well what kind of strength Lin Feng had. After breaking through to the sixth level of Holy Spirit Emperor, he would be able to kill experts at the ninth level. Even if he were to face Lin Feng, he would probably have to put in some effort.
Lin Feng actually proposed to fight with his son. Was he really going to destroy Lin Zhetian's last bit of faith?
"Lin Feng, you can't do this."
The first one to stop him was the mountain guardian elder. Lin Feng wanted to fight with Lin Zhetian. What a joke. He only had one disciple. Although Lin Feng was his father, it was too unbelievable.
"Hubby, are you going to destroy Tian?" Meng Qing raised her head and glared angrily at Lin Feng while hugging him. This was the first time Meng Qing looked at Lin Feng with such an expression. What Lin Feng did made her very dissatisfied.
"Lin Zhetian, if you are trash and a coward, get lost immediately. From now on, I don't have a son like you. If you still admit that you are my son, then prepare to accept the challenge."
Lin Feng ignored the mountain guardian elder and did not pay much attention to Meng Qing's reproachful gaze. Instead, he looked at Lin Zhetian and asked in a deep voice.
Lin Zhetian's body trembled. He looked at his father with mixed feelings and clenched his fists inexplicably.
"Lin Zhetian, don't you hate me? You hate me, Lin Feng. Since you were born, you have been locked up in the Snow Clan. I have tired your mother and you, making you unable to move freely."
"Don't you hate me? Hate me, Lin Feng. I have made you suffer too much. You are living under a fierce halo. If you are not careful, you will be beyond redemption."
"Lin Zhetian, don't you want to fight with me? If you don't like me, just tell me through your actions."
Lin Feng stared at Lin Zhetian and shouted word by word.
Hearing this, Lin Zhetian's eyes became even colder. He clenched his fists so tightly that cracking sounds could be heard. The decadent aura around his body weakened a lot. He slowly raised his head and looked at Lin Feng.
"Mother, I'm going to fight." Lin Zhetian looked at his mother calmly and shouted at Meng Qing.
Meng Qing shook her head hard and shouted in a sobbing tone, "No, Mother can't let you get hurt."
"Phew... Mother, please let your child go. I don't want that man to look down on me."
Lin Zhetian took a deep breath, looked at Lin Feng who was standing in the void and stared at him coldly, and shouted in a deep voice.
Feeling the coldness and unyielding fighting spirit from her son, Meng Qing was stunned for a moment, then her face became excited. Finally, she looked at Lin Feng and silently let go of him.
The moment he let go of Lin Zhetian, Lin Zhetian had already taken a step forward and rushed towards Lin Feng.
The father-son battle officially began, and it immediately attracted more and more Sword Mountain disciples to come and watch. Even the top ten chief disciples had all arrived.
"Father, you are right. If I am trash and a coward, I will immediately get out of here. But I am not. I am Lin Zhetian."
"Lin Zhetian should not be decadent, because I am your son. Come, Father, let me fight with you?"
Lin Zhetian clenched his fists, and the aura around his body became cold. Lin Zhetian, who was born in the Snow Clan, naturally grasped the aura from the Snow Clan, which was the same as the aura in Meng Qing's body in the past. It was also powerful.
Although he only had the strength of a third level of Holy Spiritual Emperor, if he fought with all his strength, even a fifth level of Holy Spiritual Emperor would not be his match.
Lin Feng watched as his son regained his usual arrogance. Although his face was calm, his heart was filled with gratification. His son should be like this.
"Come on, let me take a good look at you. How have you been learning all these years?" Lin Feng shouted and took the initiative to attack. Lin Feng naturally controlled his strength to be at the same level as Lin Zhetian. He didn't want to hurt his precious son.
Lin Feng's kick was like a sharp blade. It was incomparably sharp as it went straight for Lin Zhetian's chest. Lin Zhetian's eyes focused slightly, and then he took a step forward, soaring into the sky, with his head facing down. After that, he threw his arms out and went straight for Lin Feng's shoulders.
Lin Feng used his left hand to support himself in the air, spun around, and kicked his left leg towards Lin Zhetian's arms.
Boom! Boom! The terrifying aura of the collision shook out and the surrounding disciples all retreated. Of course, Lin Feng controlled his aura, otherwise, these disciples would have directly thrown him out of the arena.