Lin Feng, a masked disciple of the outer sect with an eighth-level Qi Martial Realm cultivation, practiced the Ninth Wave Martial Technique and the Thunderbolt Sword Technique.
Jing Hao, at the peak of the ninth-level Qi Martial Realm, possessed strength surpassing most outer sect disciples, ranking sixth. His most glorious achievement was defeating three ninth-level Qi Martial Realm cultivators single-handedly with his sword.
Despite the vast disparity in strength, Lin Feng openly repelled Jing Hao, killed Jiang Huai whom Jing Hao was protecting, and slapped Jing Hao in front of everyone. Just as everyone was waiting for Lin Feng to face Jing Haoâs wrath, Lin Feng stepped onto the life-and-death platform, looking down on everything, and challenged Jing Hao.
"Perhaps he knows Jing Hao wonât let him off, so heâs fighting a desperate battle," the crowd thought, after all, Lin Feng was only a ninth-level Qi Martial Realm cultivator, and the gap in strength between him and Jing Hao was too great.
At this moment, Jing Haoâs face alternated between red and white, feeling humiliated. Since joining the Cloud Sea Sect, he had never experienced such humiliation.
"Since you seek death, I will grant it to you." Jing Hao hated Lin Feng to the bone, and after seeing Lin Fengâs Thunderbolt Sword Technique, he understood that Lin Feng had not liedâJing Feng must have been killed by this person.
Lin Feng not only killed his brother but also humiliated him.
Stepping onto the life-and-death platform, a powerful sword aura erupted. Behind Jing Hao, a phantom sword shadow pointed angrily at the sky, his sword martial soul.
"Jing Hao is directly using his martial soul; it seems he wants to kill the opponent in a spectacular manner."
The crowd immediately understood Jing Haoâs intentionâhe wanted to prove his formidable strength to everyone.
"Draw your sword, Iâll let you have three strikes." Jing Hao stood with his sword, exuding the demeanor of a great swordsman.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Lin Fengâs mouth. His figure flickered, and his long sword emitted countless sword shadows. When these shadows reached Jing Hao, they merged into one, accompanied by thunderous sounds that were deafening.
"So powerful, to have cultivated the Thunderbolt Sword Technique to such a realm." The crowd was stunned by the thunderous sounds, which could rival real thunder, indicating the immense explosive power.
The disdain in Jing Haoâs eyes disappeared; this strike was enough to make him take it seriously.
The long sword hummed, and thunder rumbled continuously. Sword shadows appeared, but the powerful explosive force could not break through Jing Haoâs sword shadow.
"One strike!" Jing Hao said as he deflected the strike.
Lin Fengâs gaze remained calm and resolute. The rolling thunder was like a surging river, continuous and unending. The second strike, accompanied by a fierce thunder, thrust out angrily.
Jing Hao continued to defend without attacking, his sword shadow like a water curtain, ready to withstand any attack.
However, just as Lin Fengâs fierce strike was about to reach Jing Hao, he suddenly loosened his grip on the sword. The long sword, along with the thunder, shot forward, breaking through Jing Haoâs sword curtain.
"What is he doing?"
The crowd was stunned by this move. Lin Feng had poured all his strength into the sword, enhancing its power to break through Jing Haoâs defense. But if Jing Hao blocked this strike, wouldnât Lin Feng lose his sword? This was a foolish move.
Jing Hao also laughed after a brief moment of shock. Indeed, he was seeking death.
Stepping back slightly, Jing Hao retracted his sword and created a wall of sword shadows in front of him.
However, after Lin Fengâs sword shot out, his body also moved, rushing toward Jing Hao at incredible speed.
"Two strikes." Jing Hao saw Lin Feng approaching and remained calm, counting the strikes. As he finished speaking, Lin Fengâs sword fell weakly, but Lin Feng himself arrived.
"Seeking death." Jing Hao thrust his sword with a thunderous sound, breaking through the air. Lin Feng had lost his sword and was trying to attack at close range. Jing Hao didnât need to count the third strike; this strike would take Lin Fengâs life.
But at this moment, Lin Feng uttered two simple words: "Enough."
These two words seemed to echo the thunder, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the crowdâs eyes, a brilliant light that froze in their pupils, then disappeared in an instant.
Jing Haoâs throat moved. He seemed to understand the meaning of the two words "enough." These were the last two words he heard in his life, and they meant the distance was enough.
"Three strikes."
These words came from Lin Fengâs mouth. He was now facing away from Jing Hao, his voice not loud, but in the silent space, everyone heard clearly. As his words fell, Jing Haoâs body collapsed.
Everyoneâs eyes widened in disbelief. Jing Hao, defeated?
How did Lin Feng do it?
"Drawing the sword technique." Among the onlookers were inner sect disciples who recognized the lightning-like flash as sword light. It was so fast that many didnât even see what it was.
The crowd erupted into discussion, all talking about the brilliant strike that broke through the air.
Jing Hao, ranked sixth among the outer sect disciples, was defeated by Lin Feng in three strikes, and the result was death.
"Who is he?"
This was the question on everyoneâs mind. Challenging a higher level, and a top-notch ninth-level Qi Martial Realm cultivator like Jing Hao, Lin Feng was undoubtedly a genius. This battle would make him famous in the Cloud Sea Sect.
At this moment, in the canyon above, many people were also discussing Lin Fengâs strike.
In a pavilion overlooking the canyon, an old manâs lips curved into a smile. He murmured, "Soft sword, itâs that boy. No wonder he dared to practice the drawing sword technique; this kid has great talent!"
The old man was the guardian of the Star Pavilion. The Wind Cloud Canyon was a place for sect disciples to train, reflecting the strength of the Cloud Sea Sectâs disciples. He had come to observe during his free time and unexpectedly witnessed the scene on the life-and-death platform. The soft sword Lin Feng used was a gift from him, so he knew who Lin Feng was.
Besides the old man, Jing Yun, and Han Man, one other person recognized Lin Feng. This person was Guo Hai, who had threatened Jing Yun with Jing Fengâs death. He had found Lin Feng and his companions in the Wind Cloud Canyon and set a trap to kill them.
Seeing Lin Feng kill even Jing Hao, Guo Hai was terrified and tried to sneak away.
"Thinking of running now, isnât it a bit late?" Lin Feng had noticed Guo Hai hiding behind Jing Hao and coldly spoke.
Guo Haiâs steps faltered, feeling a chill run down his spine.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Guo Hai turned around, forcing a smile that was more painful than crying.
"Itâs not my fault, I didnât do anything."
"Is that so?" Lin Feng sneered, his killing intent unhidden.
"This is the Wind Cloud Canyon, not the life-and-death platform." Guo Haiâs voice trembled, sensing Lin Fengâs killing intent.
"I know." Lin Feng said coldly, then launched the Ninth Wave, striking Guo Hai directly. Guo Hai didnât even resist; how could he resist someone who had killed Jing Hao?
Picking up Guo Hai, Lin Feng returned to the life-and-death platform, threw Guo Hai to the ground, and picked up the long sword.
"Now, youâre on the life-and-death platform."
The crowdâs eyes froze again, speechless at Lin Fengâs ruthlessness.
"I didnât come up myself; youâre breaking the sect rules. You dare to break the sect rules." Guo Hai, fearing death, trembled uncontrollably.
A flash of sword light, and Guo Haiâs voice was cut off.
"Does the sect really have rules?"
Lin Feng thought, but he didnât say it aloud.
If the sect really had rules, would Liu Fei have dared to shoot him with an arrow? If the sect really had rules, would inner sect disciple Yu Hao have dared to strike him with a fatal blow? Rules are always dead, set for only a part of the people. When your strength is strong enough and your talent high enough, some rules are no longer rules for you.
Lin Feng was not a bloodthirsty person. In the previous world, killing was a capital offense. But in this world, people repeatedly tried to kill him for no reason, or even without any reason at all. This made Lin Feng realize that this was a world of the strong, a cold world. Therefore, for those who wanted his life, he would mercilessly wield the sword of slaughter. If you donât kill others, others will kill you.
Stepping forward, Lin Feng came to Han Manâs side. Han Man smiled at him and said, "I always believed you could do it."
"I believe too." Lin Feng smiled, then carried Han Man on his back, gave Jing Yun a nod, and left under the watchful eyes of the crowd.