Chapter 10

Lin Fei's sudden counterattack was perfectly timed. Among the disciples below the stage, there were no shortage of experienced ones who immediately saw through the situation.

"Wu Dao Fourth Heaven!"

Someone suddenly shouted, clearly out of instinct.

The disciples were greatly shocked, doubting whether they had heard correctly.

A Wu Dao Second Heaven disciple, in less than half a month, had consecutively crossed two minor realms to reach Wu Dao Fourth Heaven. What kind of talent was this?

Before Wu Dao Third Heaven, it was considered a low-level Wu Dao realm.

After Wu Dao Fourth Heaven, the body's mystic energy circulated, greatly increasing strength, allowing the cultivation of various mystic arts, which belonged to the intermediate Wu Dao realm. Among the outer disciples, this granted a small amount of speaking power.

"How is this possible? It must be a mistake!"

"Damn, he must have taken some miraculous elixir. How could he reach Wu Dao Fourth Heaven!"

"Damn, Lin Fei has really turned his life around. No wonder he dared to challenge Senior Brother Zhang!"

"So what if he's Wu Dao Fourth Heaven? Senior Brother Zhang cultivates a Yellow Rank mystic art, far beyond what Junior Brother Lin can match."

"Damn, I'm still stuck at Wu Dao Third Heaven!"

...

Lin Fei had given everyone a big surprise. Despite the shock, few believed he could win. Even with the same realm, in terms of mystic arts, he was far from a match.

Just the Heaven-Shaking Fist and Eagle Claw Art, both first and second-class mystic arts, were not something Lin Fei could possess.

Defeat was inevitable.

On the other side, Gao Ren, though injured, was still startled by Lin Fei's performance. When did he advance to Wu Dao Fourth Heaven? If not for the other disciples, Gao Ren would have doubted his own eyes.

"Junior Brother Lin Fei, you've finally made it."

In a Wu Dao Fourth Heaven versus Wu Dao Fourth Heaven battle, serious injury was unlikely. The mystic energy within the body could protect the internal organs. Gao Ren let out a long sigh of relief.

...

The stage was a momentary affair.

The second-class mystic art, Eagle Claw Art, was shattered with a single strike.

Zhang Chongshan's expression changed again. The second-class mystic art, Eagle Claw Art, had the power to tear even hard rocks. Against the ordinary hand knife, it felt like grabbing an iron plate, and his own Eagle Claw Art was completely shattered.

Victory and defeat were decided in an instant.

With the Eagle Claw Art shattered, Zhang Chongshan's face turned pale. The intense pain in his fingers made him doubt whether he had hit an iron plate, proving he wasn't dreaming.

"Your Eagle Claw Art is nothing!"

"Bang!"

Lin Fei coldly snorted, transforming his hand into a knife and striking Zhang Chongshan's chest with a domineering force.

"Crack!"

Zhang Chongshan's mystic art couldn't activate, and despite his mystic energy spreading throughout his body, he couldn't resist the strike. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew off the stage like a broken kite, landing on the ground.

"You... How could your attack break through my defense?"

Zhang Chongshan's face was pale, and he struggled to lift his head, his disbelief evident. He couldn't accept that he had been defeated by Lin Fei, his former underling, in one move.

The intense pain all over his body told Zhang Chongshan that he was truly injured, and the injuries were severe. He gasped for breath, his chest aching, and his bones broken in several places.

...

"How could this happen? Senior Brother Zhang actually lost!"

Below the stage, the family disciples were all dumbfounded, gasping in shock.

That ordinary attack could not only block the second-class mystic art, Eagle Claw Art, but also severely injure Senior Brother Zhang Chongshan. It was a joke.

The facts were right before their eyes, but they found it hard to accept.

The arrogant one they once mocked, the underling of Senior Brother Zhang, the waste in their eyes, had slapped them hard, leaving a burning pain.

"Lin Fei, he... actually won!"

Gao Ren's eyes suddenly sparkled with something called disbelief, in a state of extreme shock.

"Junior Brother Lin Fei, well done!"

These were Gao Ren's heartfelt words.

Lin Fei's lightning-fast victory over Zhang Chongshan undoubtedly gave the grassroots disciples a great sense of achievement, as if they had won on the stage.

...

"Senior Brother Zhang, I'll let you off this time."

Lin Fei walked over, his mood particularly good, the influence of the past fading away, no longer affecting him.

At the same time, he was somewhat wary of Zhang Chongshan's strength.

If not for learning the intermediate-level "Indestructible Body of Vajra," that Eagle Claw Art would have injured him. Zhang Chongshan, a family disciple, had mystic energy that was no less than Lin Fei's.

The combination of the "Indestructible Body of Vajra" and the knife technique created such a fierce attack, far beyond Lin Fei's imagination.

During practice, Lin Fei used only three parts of his mystic energy.

Today, to give Zhang Chongshan a profound lesson, Lin Fei used six parts of his mystic energy, resulting in Zhang Chongshan's severe injuries.

If he had used ten parts, Zhang Chongshan would have been dead.

Lying on the ground, Zhang Chongshan, once an underling, was now red with anger, his face dark. "Cough, cough, Junior Brother Lin, I underestimated you. No matter how you cultivated to Wu Dao Fourth Heaven, I, Zhang Chongshan, have lost today. Next time, you won't have such a good opportunity."

A former underling, if not for a moment of misjudgment, encountering this inexplicable attack, Zhang Chongshan would not have lost. Moreover, the Yellow Rank mystic art had not been used, and the outcome was uncertain. Lin Fei had merely taken advantage, which didn't count for much.

Next time, Lin Fei would die.

...

"What are you doing!"

Seeing Lin Fei not leave the stage but instead squat down, Zhang Chongshan was furious, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

"Senior Brother Zhang, have you forgotten the rules of our sect? Whoever wins on the sparring stage can take one item from the opponent as a trophy?" Lin Fei said seriously, his eyes scanning the other's body.

Zhang Chongshan's anger surged, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, staining his white robe. He clearly hadn't expected Lin Fei to have the nerve to take his things.

Lin Fei frowned, stood up, and faced everyone, looking aggrieved. "Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers, what I said just now, was it wrong? When did the rules of the Divine Martial Sect become nonexistent? Senior Brother Zhang lost, and I want to take a trophy to encourage myself, so I don't forget the lessons of the past. Is this wrong? What do you think?"

"Lin Fei, you little bastard, you have a wicked heart."

A heavy insult, Zhang Chongshan almost fainted, not expecting Lin Fei to be so cunning.

The Divine Martial Sect had always had this rule, but few enforced it, not out of fear but to avoid the consequences. Lin Fei's words undoubtedly pulled back the curtain.

"Senior Brother Lin Fei, we support you!"

"The rules of the Divine Martial Sect must not be abandoned. We support you."

...

Lin Fei had never been honest, even in college. Even after crossing over to the Xuantian Continent, he never missed out on any benefits. Defeating you in front of everyone and then taking your things, making you miserable for life.

Especially after seeing the power of the Yellow Rank mystic art, Lin Fei had his eye on this mystic art. Fortunately, his memory was good, or he might have forgotten the rule of the Divine Martial Sect.

"Junior Brother Lin, you're ruthless. We'll see about this!"

Zhang Chongshan was almost driven to death, never imagining he would end up like this. After today, he would never be able to hold his head high.

Lin Fei smiled. "I'll wait, but I still advise you to take good care of your injuries. If you keep spitting, you won't have enough blood left."

Pfft.

Another few mouthfuls of blood spewed out.

Squatting down, Lin Fei searched without hesitation. He didn't need silver coins or banknotes. When he touched a thick book, he smiled happily.

Sure enough.

The Yellow Rank mystic art, Jade Shattering Hand.

"Senior Brother Zhang, I'm short of a mystic art. I'll take this Jade Shattering Hand. Please don't be offended!"

Lin Fei spoke while quickly taking it, regardless of whether Zhang Chongshan agreed.

"You... You dare... You're asking for death... Give me back the Yellow Rank mystic art."

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhang Chongshan couldn't catch his breath, his eyes went black, and he fainted. He had spent a lot of effort to get this mystic art from his elder brother, and now he had suffered a great loss.

"Ah, this kid has a weak heart. How can he not handle a little stimulation?"

Fortunately, Zhang Chongshan fainted, or he might have spurted more blood upon hearing this.