As Lin Feng's words fell, the entire martial arts arena suddenly quieted down.
Lin Feng, initiating a challenge to Lin Yun?
Even Lin Hai was stunned, looking at his own son with astonishment. As for the elders who were preparing to leave the Elder Council, they sat back down, intrigued by Lin Feng's actions.
Meanwhile, Lin Haoran smirked coldly. At this moment, he was holding back his anger. He never expected this waste to actively seek out his son, Lin Yun.
"Lin Yun, accept his challenge," Lin Haoran said, casting a meaningful glance at Lin Yun.
Looking at Lin Feng, Lin Yun felt insulted. Among the younger generation of the family, his talent was only average, but he could find pride in front of Lin Feng. Therefore, he always enjoyed taunting Lin Feng whenever they met. But now, this Lin Feng, who was considered the biggest waste among the younger generation of the family, dared to challenge him. This undoubtedly made Lin Yun lose face.
"If you can withstand three moves from me, I won't strike again," Lin Yun stepped forward, intending to defeat Lin Feng with the cruelest methods, to make him understand his own worthlessness.
"If you can take a single blow from me, I'll concede," Lin Feng shook his head lightly, speaking calmly. This indifferent tone caused Lin Yun's face to darken instantly, as if he truly couldn't even take a single blow from Lin Feng.
The crowd was stunned, watching Lin Feng. Did this guy have a screw loose? He was spouting such bold words.
"Even if a waste like you speaks eloquently, in the end, you're still just a waste. Only someone like you would resort to verbal sparring," Lin Yun mocked.
Lin Feng chuckled. Was he engaging in verbal sparring? It seemed he had only said a single sentence.
"I'm making a move." Lin Feng didn't want to waste any more time with his opponent. As his words fell, he moved forward, his fist slowly rising and then swinging towards Lin Yun.
"A single blow?" A hint of cruelty flashed in Lin Yun's eyes. Without backing down, he also swung his fist, intending to show Lin Feng the vast difference between them.
Suddenly, the air trembled, and a powerful wave surged around Lin Feng's fist. The sound of the fist whistling echoed, as the crowd watched a wave of energy relentlessly pressuring Lin Yun.
The Martial Technique - Nine Waves!
Lin Yun's face suddenly changed. He felt the overwhelming force of the pressure, but it was too late to retreat. As their fists collided, Lin Yun felt fierce waves of pressure pressing against him. Wave after wave, without end.
"Thud!"
A muffled grunt, and Lin Yun's body was sent flying, freezing everyone's gaze on the scene. This scene, how similar it was to Lin Hai's battle with Lin Badao earlier. Lin Yun had no resistance at all, just one punch and he was sent flying.
Lin Haoran stood up, staring blankly at the fallen Lin Yun.
"How is this possible? How is this possible..." Lin Yun's gaze was also vacant, unable to accept this cruel reality.
The crowd heard Lin Yun's incredulous cry and remembered Lin Feng's words earlier, "If one day you find that you are more pathetic than me, how would you step down?" The reality before them undoubtedly proved the proud words of the young man.
"Is this still the young master of the Lin family?" Looking at Lin Feng, an unexpected thought arose in the crowd. Being able to send Lin Yun flying with a single punch, he must have the strength of at least six thousand jin.
"You keep calling me a waste, but now you can't even take a single blow from me. What does that make you?" Lin Feng looked at Lin Yun's malicious gaze and mocked.
"And you, as an elder, have always hung the word 'waste' on your lips. Now that your son has been defeated by me with a single punch, are you also calling your son a waste?"
Raising his head, Lin Feng glanced at Lin Haoran.
"It's just the Sixth Level of the Qi Martial Realm, and you dare to flaunt your power here?" Lin Haoran was furious at being scolded by his juniors, his face extremely unsightly.
"It's not about flaunting power. I'm just returning what your father and son gave me," Lin Feng didn't want to say much, turning to leave, saying, "He who humiliates others will be humiliated!"
"He who humiliates others will be humiliated!" Lin Hai murmured, a smile flickering in his eyes. His son had truly changed. He could even speak such profound words.
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Returning to his courtyard room, Lin Feng resumed his cultivation. Defeating Lin Yun, who was at the Sixth Level of the Qi Martial Realm, wasn't enough to make him proud. Lin Heng, who had beaten him up before and was then expelled from the sect, had much better talent than Lin Yun. He was at the Eighth Level of the Qi Martial Realm. Moreover, the children of Lin Badao, especially Lin Qian, were much more talented than Lin Yun, with Lin Qian already at the Ninth Level of the Qi Martial Realm.
The annual meeting was just three months away, and all the disciples practicing in the sect would return. If he didn't improve his cultivation as soon as possible, the next humiliation might be his own.
In cultivation, time seemed to fly the fastest for martial artists. For those who could absorb the essence of heaven and earth, not eating for ten days wouldn't be a problem. The essence of heaven and earth was the purest essence.
Ten days passed, and Lin Feng finally left his room, taking a long breath. In just ten days, he had reached the peak of the Sixth Level of the Qi Martial Realm, only one step away from stepping into the Seventh Level.
Taking a step forward, Lin Feng arrived at his father Lin Hai's room.
"Little Feng, isn't it good to cultivate at home? Why do you have to return to the sect?" Lin Hai heard that Lin Feng wanted to return to the sect and felt somewhat uneasy. He still harbored resentment from the last incident and couldn't let it go.
"Father, some things are unavoidable. If I stay at home to cultivate and you keep protecting me, how can I grow up and become a strong martial artist?" Lin Feng's eyes revealed determination. The power of the sect was much stronger than that of the Lin family. There were powerful martial techniques and fierce competition. Only in the sect could he grow faster.
Seeing the determination in Lin Feng's eyes, Lin Hai sighed. His son had really grown up. Yes, staying at home and being protected by him all the time was the behavior of a coward. How could one become a strong martial artist like that? However, as a parent, it was a bit reluctant to stand in his shoes.
"Since you are determined to return to the sect, I won't stop you. But you must take care of your safety," Lin Hai nodded in compromise.
"Don't worry, Father. I will work hard in my cultivation and crush them all under my feet," Lin Feng spoke with strong confidence. With the Dark Martial Spirit, his cultivation speed was several times faster than normal, and his comprehension ability had also become stronger. Coupled with his unwavering determination