On the life-and-death platform, the inner disciples stood with cold gazes, especially those ranked in the top twenty.
They all considered themselves geniuses of the sect, arrogant and unruly, but at this moment, Lin Feng stood on the highest life-and-death platform, speaking boldly, challenging anyone among them with his own strength.
However, many of them were wary of Lin Feng's strength, especially those close to Lei Bo's rank. Lin Feng's strength was formidable, capable of killing Lei Bo, and it was enough to threaten them.
What made them even more wary was that Lin Feng had not released his martial soul from start to finish. If his martial soul was a sword, once released, his strength would surge, making him even more terrifying.
Therefore, for a moment, no one responded to Lin Feng's words, and the space became silent. Only on the life-and-death platform where Lin Feng stood did the occasional sword energy howl, the aftertaste of the sword still lingering.
"Wen Renyan, you said I was a waste, a worm, that you could easily kill me, and that I should kneel and beg you. Now, I give you the chance to kill me. What are you still doing there?"
Lin Feng's gaze fell on Wen Renyan, and his calm voice stirred a wave in everyone's hearts.
Lin Feng, his words were always shocking.
As soon as he spoke, he challenged the strongest inner disciple, Wen Renyan, who was ranked first.
Wen Renyan, at the peak of the third level of the Spirit Martial Realm, although at the same level as Lei Bo, no one would compare Lei Bo to Wen Renyan. Lei Bo didn't even have the qualifications to challenge Wen Renyan; they were worlds apart.
Being at the same level did not necessarily mean equal strength. Like Lin Feng, he was only at the second level of the Spirit Martial Realm, but which second-level Spirit Martial Realm person would dare to challenge him? Even Lei Bo, at the third level, died at his hands. At the same cultivation level, combat strength could vary greatly.
Wen Renyan was like Lin Feng; third-level Spirit Martial Realm cultivators were no match for him. Even core disciples at the fourth level of the Spirit Martial Realm were wary of him.
"Overestimating yourself, do you think that by killing Lei Bo, you can match me? Lei Bo doesn't even have the qualifications to carry my shoes. In my eyes, he and you are no different, both wastes, both worms."
Wen Renyan looked at Lin Feng with disdain. This guy, relying on his talent, dared to challenge him, seeking death. Talent was talent, strength was strength. Lin Feng, in his eyes, was still a waste.
"Do you say so much nonsense to show how excellent and powerful you are?"
Lin Feng understood Wen Renyan's meaning and said sarcastically, "You don't need to do this. If you are as powerful as you say, I am a worm and a waste in your eyes. Just step forward and crush me with absolute strength. Your power will naturally be deeply ingrained in people's hearts, and your authority will be remembered. This is practical, not like you, standing there and talking nonsense."
"Anyone can talk big. Before I killed Lei Bo, he also called me a waste and said how powerful he was. What was the result?"
Lin Feng's words were full of provocation, but they were true. Who couldn't talk big?
If Wen Renyan stepped onto the life-and-death platform and suppressed Lin Feng with overwhelming strength, it would undoubtedly elevate his image.
However, Wen Renyan did not do this; he was proud and arrogant.
In his eyes, Lin Feng was a worm. Since he was a worm, why should he take action? He only needed to say a word to put Lin Feng to death, which would make him even more authoritative.
Looking at the people around him, Wen Renyan spoke with arrogance.
"Who will kill him? I will reward you heavily."
Upon hearing Wen Renyan's words, many people's eyes flashed with excitement. They all knew who Wen Renyan's master was. The heavy reward he mentioned could be guessed.
Pill, what Wen Renyan lacked the most was pills. Some pills had a fatal attraction to them.
"I will kill him." A figure stepped forward. This person was also very young, around seventeen or eighteen years old, with sharp eyes like a knife, exuding a domineering aura.
"Mad Knife, Tong Shou."
"It's him. This time, Lin Feng is in danger."
The crowd immediately recognized him. If there were two most famous inner disciples after Butcher entered the core, one was Wen Renyan, and the other was Mad Knife Tong Shou.
Although Tong Shou's strength was only ranked sixth on the stone wall, four people separated him from Wen Renyan, but no one doubted that Tong Shou would surpass those five.
Because Tong Shou's martial soul was a knife, a domineering knife. If he only had a knife martial soul, Tong Shou would not be so outstanding. However, Tong Shou was the only inner disciple who had comprehended the concept of 'momentum,' knife momentum, which rivaled Lin Feng's sword momentum.
Although Tong Shou's comprehension of knife momentum was not as strong as Lin Feng's comprehension of sword momentum, there was still a gap, but Tong Shou's third-level Spirit Martial Realm strength was enough to make up for this weakness.
Tong Shou was a perfect counter to Lin Feng.
"Good, you go. Don't kill him immediately; leave him a breath. Let him kneel before me and understand that he can't even defeat you, let alone me."
Wen Renyan said calmly.
"Don't worry, I understand."
Tong Shou nodded slightly, leaped, and stood on the highest life-and-death platform, facing Lin Feng.
Reaching behind his back, Tong Shou took off the long knife wrapped in cloth, then slowly unwrapped it, saying, "I haven't used this knife for a long time. You should feel honored to die by it."
"From what you say, this is a life-and-death battle, right?"
Lin Feng asked calmly.
"Do you think I have time to play with you?"
Tong Shou glanced at Lin Feng, his eyes sharp like a knife.
The cloth was finally unwrapped, revealing an ancient scabbard. Tong Shou caressed the scabbard as if it were his lover.
"Knives are powerful, domineering, and unparalleled, the strongest among weapons. A knife martial soul is also the strongest among weapon martial souls."
"I've only heard that swords are the kings of weapons. This is the first time I've heard that knives are the strongest."
Lin Feng questioned.
"What do you know? Swords are light and lack any momentum. How can they be compared to knives? Today, I will show you what a knife is, what the king of weapons is."
A domineering dragon's roar echoed, and the long knife was unsheathed, its domineering aura bursting out, like a flood or a beast, ready to devour everything.
"Knife momentum."
Lin Feng's gaze narrowed. No wonder this guy was so domineering; he had also comprehended momentum. However, this knife momentum was too weak.
A surging sword momentum howled out, and the space seemed to echo with the sound of weapons clashing. On the life-and-death platform, the domineering and sharp winds raged, and the hard platform surface was scratched by the invisible aura.
"Knife momentum and sword momentum, how terrifying."
Many people near the life-and-death platform stepped back. Standing nearby was too oppressive, as if the sword and knife momentum could descend upon them at any moment, tearing them to pieces.
"However, Tong Shou's knife momentum seems more domineering. After all, he is a third-level Spirit Martial Realm expert, higher in cultivation than Lin Feng. It seems Lin Feng has met his match this time."
"Do you still think that a sword can compare to a knife?"
Tong Shou looked at Lin Feng, proud.
"Ignorant."
Lin Feng did not answer Tong Shou's question but mocked him.
"Ignorant? Fine, I'll show you who is ignorant."
As Tong Shou spoke, the knife momentum intensified, the domineering aura filling the life-and-death platform, as if trying to surround the sword momentum.
"Martial soul, Heavenly Illumination."
Lin Feng whispered, and instantly, the world changed.
The world turned gray, and everything around became incredibly clear. Even the slightest traces of knife and sword momentum were clearly captured by Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's pupils gradually turned cold and merciless, as if trying to see through everything, deep and profound.
"Knives are the kings of weapons, domineering and unparalleled. Swords, in the presence of knives, can only submit."
Tong Shou took a step, and the world changed. The terrifying knife momentum dominated the sky.
Tong Shou's body instantly appeared before Lin Feng, and a domineering slash came from the sky, the force reaching its peak, like a mountain pressing down on Lin Feng.
"Slash."
Tong Shou roared, as if to split the heavens.
Lin Feng's eyes remained calm, his merciless pupils showing no ripples, completely ignoring the domineering force.
An invisible sword light moved forward, finding the weakest point in the knife momentum, fast, incredibly fast.
"Boom."
Nangong Ling's mind trembled, and he stood up from his seat. Tong Shou's slash was like a bamboo shoot breaking through the earth, fast as lightning. The sword momentum was constantly being destroyed, and it would only take a moment to reach Lin Feng's body. But this guy did not dodge; instead, he countered with his sword.
His sword, though light and agile, lacked the momentum of Tong Shou's. The time it would take to break through the knife momentum would definitely be longer than Tong Shou's. How could this attack succeed? The sword had not even reached its target, and he would already be cut in half.
In this extremely brief moment, many thoughts flashed through Nangong Ling's mind. Could this rising young genius be so easily killed?
Lin Feng was too impulsive; he should have avoided the sharp edge.
Tong Shou also sneered. He did not want to kill Lin Feng so easily, but Lin Feng was seeking death, trying to counterattack. Did he not know that his knife momentum had already overwhelmed his sword momentum, and that his knife's speed was definitely faster than Lin Feng's?
Ignorant!
Tong Shou seemed to see Lin Feng being cut in half by this slash.
The crowd also watched this scene closely, their breathing stopping, their eyes fixed on the knife and the sword.
Finally, the knife light dissipated, and the sword energy vanished. Everything stopped.
Tong Shou's knife was an inch above Lin Feng's head, and Lin Feng's sword was an inch from Tong Shou's side.
Their bodies were strangely still at this moment.
A gentle breeze brought a chill, and someone coughed, breaking the terrifying silence.
"Who? Who won?"
Someone asked, unsure of the outcome. The knife and sword were too fast, faster than their eyes could follow.
Tong Shou's lips moved, making everyone's hearts tremble. Was the rising young genius, Lin Feng, killed by Tong Shou?
"How did you do it?"
A voice came from Tong Shou's mouth, filled with disbelief.
At this moment, Lin Feng's body also moved, and he spoke slowly.
"Knife momentum and sword momentum are both momentum, which can assist in battle and enhance attacks. However, they are just assistance. My sword is not for comparing momentum but for killing."
Lin Feng stood up straight, and suddenly, an endless stream of blood gushed from Tong Shou's waist, fixing everyone's gaze.
"I understand." Tong Shou's voice fell, his eyes slowly closing, and his body slowly collapsing.
With a loud thud, the crowd's heads buzzed.
Tong Shou, defeated, another genius, killed by Lin Feng!
"Too terrifying."
Looking at that figure, the crowd felt an overwhelming sense of awe. Lin Feng, rising strongly, unstoppable, no one could block his path. The stronger the opponent, the stronger he became!
"Phew..." Nangong Ling exhaled deeply, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
Another genius of the Yunhai Sect had fallen, just to witness this guy's rise.