King of Nine Skies-Chapter 4 - 00: The Sword

After Lin Feng finished speaking, the entire martial arts arena suddenly fell silent.

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Was Lin Feng challenging Lin Yun on his own initiative?

Even Lin Hai was stunned for a moment, looking at his son in astonishment. The elders sitting on the dais who were about to leave now sat down again, sitting with interest and watching Lin Feng.

As for Lin Haoran, he gave a cold smile. At this moment, he was holding back a lot of anger in his heart. He never expected this loser to challenge his son Lin Yun on his own initiative.

"Lin Yun, accept him," Lin Haoran looked at Lin Yun and passed on a deep gaze.

Lin Yun looked at Lin Feng. He felt insulted. Among the descendants of the family, his talent was only mediocre. Only in front of Lin Feng could he find pride. Therefore, every time he saw Lin Feng, he was always willing to mock him twice. But now, the youngest and most useless Lin Feng of this family said he would challenge him. It was really embarrassing for Lin Yun.

"If you can withstand my three strikes, I won't attack anymore," Lin Yun stepped out. He wanted to defeat Lin Feng with the most cruel means and make him understand how useless he was.

"You can withstand my one punch. I concede defeat," Lin Feng shook his head and said calmly. This calm tone made Lin Yun's face instantly dark, as if he really couldn't even withstand Lin Feng's one punch.

The crowd was also stunned for a moment. They looked at Lin Feng, thinking that this guy must have a messed-up brain. He actually said such outrageous words.

"Even if what a loser says is beautiful, he is still a loser. Only losers like you would do this with their mouths," Lin Yun taunted.

Lin Feng smiled. He was showing off his mouth? It seemed that he only said one sentence.

"I attacked," Lin Feng didn't want to waste time on talking nonsense with the opponent. After his words fell, his body moved forward, his fist slowly rising, and then swung out at Lin Yun.

"One punch?" A cruel expression flashed in Lin Yun's eyes. Without retreating, he also threw his own punch. He wanted Lin Feng to know how big the gap was.

Suddenly, the air trembled, and a fierce wave suddenly appeared on Lin Feng's fist. The fist's power rumbled, and the crowd saw a wave of force rushing crazily towards Lin Yun.

Martial Arts Nine-Heaven Wave!

Lin Yun's expression suddenly changed. Because he felt how strong the pressure was. But now it was too late to retreat. The two fists collided. Lin Yun felt a series of fierce waves passing through his fists and pressing on him. One wave was stronger than the other, without end.

"Puff!"

A dull groan. Lin Yun's body flew out. The gaze of everyone froze there. This scene was very similar to the fierce battle between Lin Hai and Lin Daoba just now. Lin Yun, with no resistance at all, was blasted away by just one punch.

Lin Haoran stood up, staring blankly at the fallen Lin Yun.

"How could it be, how could it be..." Lin Yun's eyes were also blank, unable to accept this cruel fact.

The crowd suddenly heard Lin Yun's cry. Hearing Lin Feng's words just now, 'You keep saying I'm a loser. I want to ask, if one day you realize you are inferior to me, how could you face yourself?' The current fact seemed to prove the unyielding pride of the young man.

"Is this still the loser son of the Lin family?" Looking at Lin Feng, the crowd's hearts suddenly had an idea. At least with a force of over six thousand jin, he could knock Lin Yun away with one punch.

"You keep saying I'm a loser. Now you can't even withstand my one punch. What are you?" Lin Feng looked at Lin Yun's malicious gaze shooting at him and said sarcastically.

"And you, as an elder, have always been saying the word 'loser'. Now your son has been defeated by my one punch. Do you say I'm a loser, are you also saying your son is a loser?"

Looking up, Lin Feng glanced at Lin Haoran again.

"Is this just a sixth-level Air Martial Realm loser? Is that enough to show off here?" Lin Haoran was actually being pointed at and scolded by his juniors. His face was extremely displeased.

"It's not showing off. It's just giving back what you gave to me," Lin Feng said. Lin Feng didn't want to say much and turned to leave, saying, "Those who humiliate others will always be humiliated by others!"

"Those who humiliate others will always be humiliated by others!" Lin Hai murmured softly, a glint of brilliance flashing in his smiling eyes. His own son had really changed. He could still say such profound and philosophical words.

The translation is as follows:

Lin Feng was reluctant to elaborate further and turned to leave, saying, "Those who humiliate others will always be humiliated by others!"

Lin Hai murmured softly, "Those who humiliate others will always be humiliated by others!" His eyes shone with a ...

Lin Feng returned to the room in the courtyard and resumed his cultivation. Defeating Lin Yun, who was at the fifth stage of the Air Martial Realm, was not enough to make him proud. The Lin Heng who had beaten him before and threw him out of the sect had a much stronger talent than Lin Yun. He was an Air Martial cultivator at the eighth stage. And Lin Baoding's children also had much stronger talents than Lin Yun. Especially Lin Baoding's daughter, Lin Qian, was said to have reached the ninth stage of the Air Martial Realm.

There were only three months until the annual meeting. At that time, the descendants of the family who were practicing in the sect would all come back. If they did not improve their cultivation, the next one to be humiliated might be him, Lin Feng.

After ten days had passed, Lin Feng finally walked out of his room. He let out a long breath and said, "Ten days have passed. I have reached the peak of the sixth stage of the Air Martial Realm. I just need one more breath to enter the seventh stage."

He lifted his feet and walked to his father's room, Lin Hai.

"Little Feng, is it not good to cultivate at home? Why do you have to return to the sect?" Hearing Lin Feng's words about returning to the sect, Lin Hai felt a little uneasy. He still harbored resentment from the previous incident and couldn't let go.

"Father, there are things that can be avoided. If I hide at home and cultivate, how can I grow up and become a martial arts powerhouse?" Lin Feng's eyes showed a firm determination. The power of the sect was much stronger than that of his family. There were powerful martial arts and skills and fierce competition there. Only in the sect could he grow.

Seeing the determination in Lin Feng's eyes, Lin Hai sighed in his heart. His son really grew up. Yes, blindly staying at home and relying on his protection was the behavior of a coward. How could he become a martial arts powerhouse? It was just the hearts of all parents. From his perspective, he was a little reluctant.

"Since you insist on returning to the sect, your father won't stop you. But you need to pay attention to your safety." Lin Hai nodded and agreed.

"Relax, father. I will definitely work hard to cultivate and make them all fall at my feet." Lin Feng's words showed a strong confidence. With the Dark Martial Spirit, his cultivation speed was many times faster than ordinary people. His comprehension ability also became stronger. With a determined heart, he had reason to believe that he wouldn't be worse than those so-called geniuses.

Lin Feng didn't bring many things. One thousand-mile Snow Horse, a bag of dry food and some silver coins.

"Father, I'm leaving." Outside Yangzhou City, Lin Feng looked at his father who was sending him off and said.

"Right, be careful." Lin Hai nodded and then Lin Feng galloped away. Thousand-mile Snow Horse instantly turned into a white stream of cloud and disappeared outside Yangzhou City in no time.

The vast land stretched out before his eyes. Lin Feng rode on the horse, galloping between heaven and earth. Suddenly, a sense of heroism arose in his heart. His ambition was boundless.

In the previous life, Lin Feng liked martial arts and yearned for the sound of horseback singing by the heroes and the heroic deeds of carrying swords in the vast world. He didn't expect that in this life, he also had the opportunity. One person and one horse, living freely in the world.

A pot of turbid wine, a song of sorrow, a lifetime of unrestrained arrogance!

Heroes ride swords across the world, heroic spirit staining the blue sky with blood!

This life is destined not to be ordinary. This life is destined to be magnificent!