In Yangzhou City, on Tianfu Street, at this moment, many martial cultivators gathered in a large courtyard, creating a noisy scene.
"There are six people now, plus Qiulian, we only need one more person to make up the eight. It's a pity, these guys are all so powerful. We must strive for the eighth spot." In the crowd, a young man stared intently at the front and said in a low voice.
"Are you dreaming? The eighth spot is already determined. Feng Qian has a cultivation level of Qi Martial Realm Ninth Tier, far surpassing many of the young disciples from noble families. He didn't compete earlier because he thought it was beneath him. He believes this last spot is definitely his. Are you more powerful than Feng Qian?"
A person beside him bluntly criticized him.
"Damn it." Upon hearing the name Feng Qian, the young man's face changed, feeling extremely depressed. It seemed that he would not be part of the martial arts competition organized by the city lord of Yangzhou City.
It turned out that Yangzhou City had announced that the city lord's residence would once again hold a martial arts competition. This time, not only the four major families could participate, but also disciples from smaller families and even outstanding young martial cultivators without family backgrounds could join. However, they only had eight spots in total.
Similarly, the four major families—Nalan, Gu, Lin, and Wen—each had eight spots. These forty selected spots represented the most outstanding young generation of Yangzhou City, a great honor, and the focus of all. Who wouldn't want to be one of the highlights?
Unfortunately, the city lord's residence and the four major families had already determined thirty-two spots. The rest of Yangzhou City could only compete for one of the eight spots given to Qiulian. As for Qiulian, they were to prove their worth through their strength. At this moment, seven people had already been selected, leaving only one spot to be contested, but this last spot was almost certain to go to Feng Qian.
Feng Qian, dressed in blue, was tall and slender, with a defiant gaze.
At this moment, he crossed his arms and walked to the front of the crowd, saying indifferently, "This last spot is mine."
The crowd, seeing Feng Qian's arrogant posture, secretly resented him and wanted to challenge him, but thinking of his strength, they could only sigh inwardly. It seemed they could only be spectators.
Feng Qian scanned the hundreds of people in front of him, his eyes filled with disdain.
"A bunch of weaklings, not even the courage to compete. Since you don't dare to compete, I'll go in." Feng Qian sneered and then prepared to walk towards the main hall, where seven people were already seated, including Qiulian and the six selected individuals.
"This guy is indeed as arrogant as the rumors say. It's said he is extremely ruthless. If anyone dares to challenge him and loses, the consequences will be severe, possibly becoming a cripple." The crowd thought to themselves, though they were extremely angry at Feng Qian's words, no one dared to speak up. Feng Qian's ruthlessness was well-known in Yangzhou City, and few people below the Spirit Martial Realm could match him, making him even more arrogant.
The angry crowd could only watch as Feng Qian walked step by step towards the main hall.
"Wait." A not very loud voice suddenly rang out, sounding particularly clear in the quiet courtyard. The crowd's eyes flashed with surprise, turning their gaze to see a young man step out of the crowd.
The young man was dressed in white, though not luxurious, it was clean and tidy. He carried a long sword, had a well-proportioned figure, and most astonishingly, his eyes were clear and pure, yet gave a deep and vast feeling. His lively, clear eyes also had a hue that did not match his age.
Seeing this person, many self-proclaimed outstanding young men felt a bit inferior.
This young man was none other than Lin Feng, who had just washed and changed. After a brief inquiry, he learned about the situation here and rushed over, arriving just in time.
Feng Qian looked at Lin Feng, still with his arms crossed, his eyes looking down, seemingly sneering or mocking.
"You, you want me to wait?"
"Yes." Lin Feng seemed not to understand Feng Qian's gaze and nodded indifferently.
Feng Qian's lips curled slightly, looking at the young man who was a year or two younger than him with a pitying gaze, and said with a smile, "Do you know the consequences of making me wait?"
Lin Feng shook his head with a bitter smile. In a world where martial arts were supreme, did those who boasted of their talent always like to act superior?
Lifting his foot, Lin Feng walked towards Feng Qian. This scene made the crowd pause. Was this guy crazy? At around sixteen years old, even the young disciples of the major families could at most reach Qi Martial Realm Seventh or Eighth Tier. How could they compete with Feng Qian?
To compete with Feng Qian at this age, one would have to be one of the most talented young people from the four major families of Yangzhou City, and they clearly did not think Lin Feng was one of them.
"It seems you also want to enter that main hall. I don't know whether to admire your courage or call you foolish. Since you want to compete, I'll cripple you." Feng Qian, seeing Lin Feng challenge his authority, looked down from a high place, as if looking down on Lin Feng from above.
"Clang!"
A light hum, a cold flash of light, followed by a muffled groan. Feng Qian's body slid across the ground, stopping a hundred meters away.
A jet of blood spurted from Feng Qian's mouth, and he coughed violently, kneeling on one knee, with blood still gushing from his mouth and dripping to the ground.
The sword light flashed again, the cold light disappeared, and the long sword returned to Lin Feng's scabbard.
The crowd's pupils dilated, their hearts trembling. Lin Feng, with one sword strike, sent Feng Qian flying?
"So powerful." The crowd's hearts trembled. He was only around sixteen, and Feng Qian, at Qi Martial Realm Ninth Tier, couldn't even withstand one strike. Moreover, Lin Feng had held back, just using the flat of the sword. Otherwise, one sword strike would have ended Feng Qian's life.
"You talk too much." Lin Feng didn't even look at Feng Qian, turning his back to him and speaking indifferently, then lifting his foot and walking towards the main hall.
Perhaps in his eyes, Feng Qian was not even worth a second glance. Feng Qian didn't even have the qualifications to make him look twice.
Looking at Lin Feng's back, countless thoughts raced through Feng Qian's mind.
"You are too much of a waste!" This was Lin Feng's message to him.
The path of martial arts is a defiance of heaven, extending one's lifespan, overturning the world, and even seizing the power of creation. It requires immense perseverance and a strong heart. He, at Qi Martial Realm Ninth Tier, was like a frog at the bottom of a well, yet he was arrogant and looked down on others. This strike was not unjustified.
Struggling to stand up, Feng Qian bowed deeply to Lin Feng's back, not out of fear but gratitude for Lin Feng unlocking the shackles of martial arts.
This scene left many people puzzled, but some had a glint in their eyes, as if they understood something.
However, Lin Feng didn't see this scene. Entering the main hall, the seven people inside immediately focused their gazes on him, especially Qiulian, who had met Lin Feng once at the Tingfeng Winehouse and knew his identity. She also knew a bit about Lin Feng's experiences in the Lin family.
"I need a spot to participate in this competition." Lin Feng's gaze fell on Qiulian, his voice calm but firm. This battle, he must participate.
"Bold!" A person sitting below Qiulian slapped the table in front of him, causing the wooden table to shatter.
"What are you, to speak to Qiulian like that?" This person was named Wu Xiao, who had always harbored some fantasies about the beautiful and talented Qiulian. He was also very strong, at the peak of Qi Martial Realm Ninth Tier, far surpassing Feng Qian.
In his view, Lin Feng defeating Feng Qian in one move was partly due to catching Feng Qian off guard. He could do the same. Now, he wanted to give Lin Feng a warning, showing his strength and authority to make Qiulian look at him more favorably.
Lin Feng glanced at Wu Xiao and walked towards him, causing Wu Xiao to stand up, his aura flaring, ready for battle.
A dazzling white sword light flashed again, blinding the eyes. Wu Xiao didn't even have time to react before he let out a scream, clutching his wrist.
Fast, after entering the Spirit Martial Realm, Lin Feng's casual sword strike was much faster and more precise than before.
Reaching out, Lin Feng grabbed Wu Xiao's neck, lifted him up, and carried him out of the main hall.
"What use is this waste in the competition?"
With that, Lin Feng kicked out, sending Wu Xiao flying and landing heavily in front of the crowd in the square.
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