Yangzhou City, Tianfu Street. Many martial artists gathered in a large courtyard, creating a noisy scene.
"Six people, plus Qiulan, we're only missing the last person to complete the eight. It's a pity these guys are all so strong. We must fight for the eighth spot." Among the crowd, a young man stared ahead with determination, speaking softly.
"Are you dreaming? The eighth spot is already decided. Feng Qian's cultivation at the peak of the Qi Martial Realm is much stronger than many family heirs. He didn't compete earlier because he felt it was beneath him. In his eyes, the last spot is definitely his. Do you think you're stronger than Feng Qian?" Beside him, another person bluntly discouraged him.
"Damn." The man's face changed when he heard Feng Qian's name, feeling extremely frustrated. It seemed that he had no chance in the martial arts tournament held by the city lord of Yangzhou City this time.
It turned out that news had spread in Yangzhou City that the city lord's mansion would once again hold the Yangzhou City Martial Arts Tournament. This time, in addition to the four major families, outstanding young martial artists from other small families or even those without a family could also participate. However, they only had eight spots in total.
Similarly, the city lord's mansion and the four major families of the Na Clan, Gu Clan, Lin Clan, and Wen Clan each had eight spots. These forty selected spots represented the most outstanding young generation of Yangzhou City, a symbol of honor, attracting the attention of everyone. Who wouldn't want to be the focus of this event?
Unfortunately, the city lord's mansion and the four major families had already decided on thirty-two spots. The rest of Yangzhou City could only compete for one of the eight spots allocated by the city lord's mansion for Qiulan. As for Qiulan, they had to rely on their strength. At this moment, seven people had already been selected, leaving only the last spot to fight for, which was basically confirmed to go to Feng Qian.
Dressed in blue, tall and thin, with an arrogant look, Feng Qian walked to the front of the crowd, indifferently saying, "This last spot is mine."
Seeing Feng Qian's proud posture, the crowd inwardly resented but dared not challenge his authority, knowing his strength. They could only sigh in their hearts, realizing they could only be spectators.
Surveying the hundreds of people in front of him, Feng Qian's eyes showed disdain.
"You're all a bunch of cowards, not even daring to compete. Since you don't dare, I'll go in." Feng Qian sneered and prepared to walk towards the main hall. In the hall, Qiulan and the six selected people were already seated.
"This guy is as arrogant as rumored. It is said that he is also extremely ruthless. Anyone who dares to challenge him and loses will definitely suffer greatly, possibly becoming disabled." The crowd thought angrily, though no one dared to speak out. Feng Qian's ruthlessness was well-known in Yangzhou City. Moreover, few could match him below the Qi Martial Realm, making him even more arrogant.
The angry crowd could only watch as Feng Qian walked towards the main hall.
"Wait." A not very loud voice suddenly rang out, appearing particularly clear in the quiet courtyard. The crowd was surprised, turning their eyes to see a young man walking out of the crowd.
The young man was dressed in white, not luxurious but neat and clean, carrying a long sword on his back. His figure was symmetrical, but what was most astonishing were his eyes. Clear and clean, they gave a sense of depth and vastness, with a lively clarity unusual for his age.
Seeing this person, many self-proclaimed outstanding young people felt a sense of self-shame.
This young man who appeared was Lin Feng after cleaning up. He had just inquired a bit and learned about the situation here, so he came straight here, seeming to arrive at the right time.
Feng Qian looked at Lin Feng, still holding his hands in front of his chest, looking down at Lin Feng as if sneering or mocking.
"You, make me wait?"
"Yes." Lin Feng seemed unable to understand Feng Qian's eyes, nodding lightly.
With a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, Feng Qian looked at the young man who was one or two years younger than him with a pitying look. He smiled and said, "Do you know the consequences of making me wait?"
Lin Feng shook his head with a bitter smile. In the world where martial arts were respected, those who considered themselves outstanding liked to pretend, didn't they?
Taking a step forward, Lin Feng walked towards Feng Qian. This scene made the crowd stunned. Could this guy be crazy? At around sixteen years old, even if he was from one of the major families, he should only have cultivated to the seventh or eighth level of the Qi Martial Realm. How could he compete with Feng Qian?
Wanting to compete with Feng Qian at this age was only possible for the most outstanding of the four major families of Yangzhou City, and they clearly didn't think Lin Feng was one of them.
"It seems you also want to enter the hall. I really don't know whether to admire your courage or think you're foolish. Since you want to compete, I'll disable your cultivation." Seeing Lin Feng provoking his dignity, Feng Qian looked down on him, as if standing high above Lin Feng.
"Clang!"
With a light hum, a cold glint flashed by, and before Wu Xiao could even react, he screamed in pain, clutching his wrist.
Quickly, after entering the Spirit Martial Realm, Lin Feng's sword strikes were much faster and more precise than before.
Extending his hand, Lin Feng grabbed Wu Xiao's neck and lifted him up, heading towards the outside of the main hall.
"This kind of waste, what use is there for him to participate in the martial arts tournament?"
With these words, Lin Feng kicked Wu Xiao, and he flew out, falling heavily in front of the crowd in the square.