Lin Feng, dealing with Feng Xiao, who was at the peak of the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, only used one finger.
This finger was enough to destroy Feng Xiao's entire meridian system, crippling his cultivation.
"What terrifying strength."
The crowd watched Lin Feng quietly, deeply shocked. No wonder Duan Wuya said that Lin Feng could defeat Black Demon; that kind of fighting spirit, burning the heavens and earth, never retreating, was too terrifying.
This is true martial cultivation, a fighting spirit that wants to engulf the sky.
Little did they know, when Lin Feng barely killed Black Demon, his strength was not as strong as it is now. This fighting spirit and the sword intent contained in that one finger were all insights he had gained in the past two months of cultivation. The black war god's sword, the more Lin Feng understood, the more he felt its unfathomable depth, containing endless artistic conceptions.
At the same time, Lin Feng was also shocked by how he could awaken such a powerful martial soul. The first page of the Martial Soul Scripture gave him an extremely strong sense perception, enhancing his comprehension; the second page gave him a sword, the sword of the war god, which was incredible.
Lin Feng even had a ridiculous thought in his mind: what exactly is a martial soul? Why are there so many types, and how can such a wonderful martial soul as the Martial Soul Scripture come into being, like a miracle?
At this moment, blood continued to flow from the corners of Feng Xiao's mouth. His eyes widened, looking at Lin Feng in disbelief, with shock, horror, and fear in his gaze.
Lin Feng, crippled his cultivation?
Realizing this fact, Feng Xiao's body trembled, endless coldness washing over him, his back soaked in cold sweat.
Without cultivation, from now on, he would be a cripple, a cripple who would be bullied by others in the vast family. He would be excluded from the family's power, and his brothers would swallow him whole.
All this would be what Feng Xiao would face. The sense of fear penetrated his bone marrow, and endless regret surged in his heart. Why did he have to show off first? Not only did he fail to win the princess's favor, but he also ended up in such a plight. Now, not to mention the princess, even the maids would look down on him.
Big families have great power, but they also have their rules, as well as their tragedies.
"Just now, Brother Feng said that not killing me is kindness to me. So now, I'm just crippling Brother Feng's cultivation. Not killing you is also kindness, right?"
Imitating Feng Xiao's tone, Lin Feng returned his words to him, which fell into Feng Xiao's ears, sounding harsh.
Perhaps it was at this moment that Feng Xiao realized how arrogant and offensive his words to Lin Feng had been.
At this moment, Lin Feng's figure trembled slightly. He lifted Feng Xiao's body in his hand, took a step, and walked on the waves, turning into an arrow, shuttling through the water, extremely agile.
In just a moment, Lin Feng had crossed to the vicinity of the pavilion. He jumped and landed in the pavilion like a giant peng, throwing Feng Xiao's body on the ground, extremely casual.
"What amazing footwork."
The crowd felt a chill in their hearts. Compared to Feng Xiao's arrogance, Lin Feng was too low-key. When he left just now, his actions were extremely ordinary, but now, he revealed his footwork, which shocked the crowd.
In fact, Lin Feng was not good at footwork, nor did he practice powerful footwork martial arts, nor did he have a martial soul related to footwork. He only practiced the Pure Yuan Technique, with a solid foundation and strong internal energy. His breath was very strong, so he could walk on the waves. He kept that breath until he stepped onto the pavilion.
Looking at Feng Xiao lying on the ground like a dead fish, the crowd was speechless for a while. Just now, Feng Xiao said he would cripple Lin Feng's cultivation first, so what Lin Feng did was not excessive.
"Lin Feng, you are too arrogant. Today, the prince invited us, and the princess is here. You are so cruel, without a trace of kindness, crippling Feng Xiao's martial soul. Are you trying to embarrass the Second Prince?" At this moment, a cold voice sounded, making Lin Feng's eyes flicker.
Turning around, Lin Feng's gaze fell on Meng Chong. He said lightly, "Can you be even more shameless?"
Meng Chong, actually dared to spout nonsense here, made Lin Feng release a hint of coldness.
"Did I say something wrong? Everyone saw you cripple Feng Xiao's cultivation." Meng Chong said sharply.
A slight sneer appeared at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth when he looked at Meng Chong. He said, "Since you say I'm not cruel, then I'll be cruel. Meng Chong, just now everyone saw you agree to challenge me."
Meng Chong saw the cold smile on Lin Feng's lips, his face changed drastically, his expression ugly, and said, "For someone as cruel as you, I, Meng Chong, disdain to challenge you."
"Trying to act shamelessly?"
A hint of mockery flashed across Lin Feng's face. Then, his gaze gradually became colder, saying, "You say to fight, we fight; you say not to fight, we don't fight. What do you take me, Lin Feng, for?"
With that, Lin Feng took a sudden step forward, heading towards Meng Chong.
Meng Chong's face changed greatly. His body flickered, running towards the edge of the pavilion, leaping into the air, trying to escape Lin Feng's attack. In the air, Meng Chong had no ability to resist at all. Although Lin Feng's sword intent was not very strong, it was enough to deal with Meng Chong in the air.
This sword intent descended on Meng Chong, causing his breath to dissipate, and his body fell from the air.
"Damn it, I, Meng Chong, will not let you go!" Meng Chong, who was falling into the lake, roared angrily, making the crowd feel a sense of coldness. Lin Feng, so terrifying, he acted without any consideration. Saying he would cripple cultivation, he did it, showing no hesitation. This kind of madman was the last person they nobles wanted to provoke.
Kindness to others is cruelty to oneself. Once these nobles encounter someone more evil than themselves, they become vigilant and afraid.
Lin Feng, obviously, had taught them a very vivid lesson.
This lesson came at the cost of Feng Xiao and Meng Chong's cultivation. Lin Feng threw Meng Chong's body back into the pavilion, indifferent, throwing him and Feng Xiao together. At this moment, Meng Chong and Feng Xiao looked desolate, pale-faced, and even without strength. They only stared at Lin Feng with malicious eyes.
"No need to look at me like that. If I fall into your hands, you will treat me the same way. Moreover, I didn't want to do anything today. It was you who provoked me first. What I did was just tit for tat."
Lin Feng's expression remained indifferent, as if nothing had happened. Then, he raised his eyes and scanned the crowd, saying lightly, "If anyone else wants to spar, just speak up. Lin Feng will accompany you, and I won't refuse anyone who comes."
His domineering words echoed in the pavilion, causing the crowd to focus their gazes. This guy was so arrogant that he would accept any challenge.
Standing in the middle of the crowd, although facing everyone, Lin Feng did not have anyone in his eyes.