Chapter 23

Indeed, the person who came was Zhang Wanshan, Zhang Zhongshan's older brother, with the strength of the eighth level of martial arts.

"Waste, you're a disgrace, get out of here and stand properly!"

Zhang Wanshan's voice was like a bell, powerful and resonant. A cold look flashed across his chiseled face as he glared at Zhang Zhongshan, making him tremble all over. Zhang Zhongshan glared at Lin Fei with venomous eyes and unwillingly retreated to the side.

No matter how arrogant and domineering Zhang Zhongshan was outside, he knew very well that without his older brother's support, he would be nothing among the outer disciples. His strength at the fourth level of martial arts was nothing. Facing his older brother, he did not dare to defy him and instead vented all his anger on Lin Fei, the waste.

"Brother, beat him to death, cripple him!"

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"Damn, what bad luck, why did Zhang Wanshan come?"

Lin Fei's face was calm, but his heart skipped a beat. This was the soul reaction left by the previous "Lin Fei," which still influenced him.

The eighth level of martial arts in the outer sect, with mystic energy forming a protective aura, made one invincible. Each of the outer disciples was a formidable figure.

Lin Fei, encountering Zhang Wanshan, would be rendered helpless without a fight.

Currently, Lin Fei was at the fifth level of martial arts, having learned the "Unbreakable Body of the Vajra" and the "Ninefold Heart Method," which greatly enhanced his combat power, but he was still no match for Zhang Wanshan.

The gap in realms was too great to be bridged in a short time.

"Unfortunately, there's not enough time. If I had enough time, even the eighth level of martial arts would be nothing. I would still trample them under my feet!"

Lin Fei clenched his fists.

Time, time.

Lin Fei easily guessed why Zhang Wanshan had come: to avenge Zhang Zhongshan and take out his anger on him.

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Zhang Wanshan moved, taking one step at a time. Each step was incredibly slow, and a powerful aura rose to the sky, like a dark cloud covering the heavens, enveloping Lin Fei. It was like an endless, violent sea wave, sweeping over him, making it impossible to breathe.

What is the sky? Zhang Wanshan is the mountain.

What is an ant? Lin Fei is the ant.

"Such a powerful aura, is this the aura of the eighth level of martial arts?"

Lin Fei's mystic energy circulated rapidly, his face tense as he struggled. The overwhelming aura pressed down like a mountain, making his legs instinctively want to kneel.

Kneel, apologize.

Lin Fei instantly understood Zhang Wanshan's malicious plan.

If he knelt today, he would be finished. The shame would linger in his heart, and it would become a mental obstacle in his future cultivation.

"Apologize? Impossible! I, Lin Fei, will only kneel to my parents. This heaven and earth will never make me kneel, and neither will you, Zhang Wanshan."

Lin Fei roared in his heart, his fists cracking as he clenched them, showing his defiance.

Surrender? Impossible!!

Originally unable to stand straight, Lin Fei, facing the mountain-like aura, stood tall again, his feet rooted to the ground like a pine tree on a mountain, defying the wind, rain, and all of heaven and earth.

His blood and qi surged, and Lin Fei forced himself not to spit out blood.

Zhang Wanshan took another step, and the overwhelming aura pressed down again. A hint of surprise appeared on his face. A mere fifth-level martial artist could actually withstand his aura. No wonder he could defeat his capable younger brother.

"Brother Zhang Wanshan, do you want to challenge me?"

Lin Fei, who had been struggling, suddenly asked loudly, his voice like a bell.

As soon as the words were spoken, Zhang Wanshan's aura vanished as if it had never been there, and the pressure on the heads of the onlookers dissipated.

"What a cunning brat."

Zhang Wanshan indeed hated Lin Fei.

A Lin family waste, repeatedly provoking the Zhang family, not only injuring his younger brother, Zhang Zhongshan, but also not allowing anyone to discipline him. If that were all, Zhang Wanshan wouldn't be so angry. Zhang Fenglang's help resulted in a severe beating, which only added fuel to the fire.

Zhang Wanshan wanted to beat Lin Fei to death, making him a true waste for life. Originally, he planned to use his aura to make Lin Fei kneel in public, to save face after the beating. However, Lin Fei was too cunning, using a retreat to advance, forcing him to abandon the aura pressure.

"Lin Fei, you are very good, very good indeed, but you don't have the qualifications for me to move a finger."

Zhang Wanshan's eyes were like knives, cold and piercing, fixed on Lin Fei. The two "good" words, though seemingly praise, made one's heart tremble with fear.

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"What a domineering aura. Just the aura alone made my blood and qi surge, almost injuring me. Truly worthy of a high-level martial artist."

Lin Fei panted heavily, his face pale. The aura just now almost made him kneel in public. If it pressed down again, he couldn't guarantee he could hold on. A hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

Just the aura was so powerful; it was impossible to resist. Unless he had enough time.

What does it matter if it's the eighth level of martial arts? Once he had enough time, even a mystic, Lin Fei was confident he would eventually trample the opponent under his feet.

Now, what Lin Fei lacked most was time. Once he had enough time, with the upgrade system, it wouldn't take long to make Zhang Wanshan, an eighth-level martial artist, look like a dead dog.

"This can't go on. Zhang Wanshan came today to cause trouble. If one move fails, he will definitely have another plan. I need to take the upper hand."

Lin Fei was not rash. He immediately understood his situation. Now, he needed to break the deadlock.

If he didn't break it, it would become a dead end.

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"Brother Zhang Wanshan, you can choose not to act, but I will challenge you in three months!"

Lin Fei said with a serious face, "In three months, it will be the semi-annual competition. I will defeat you in the ranking match, making you a stepping stone for me to enter the inner sect. Brother Zhang Wanshan, do you dare to accept my challenge?"

His clear and resonant voice, amplified by mystic energy, instantly spread to the ears of the disciples.

Outside the reward area, there were hundreds, even thousands of disciples. Lin Fei's voice was so clear that even the deaf could hear it.

Challenging Brother Zhang Wanshan.

Lin Fei's method to break the deadlock was to make Zhang Wanshan unable to act against him. Even if he was furious, he wouldn't dare to act, considering his status and reputation.

Now, what Lin Fei lacked was time, and breaking the deadlock was about gaining time.

In three months, even if he couldn't reach the eighth level of martial arts, he was confident he could defeat Zhang Wanshan, thereby establishing his reputation among the outer disciples.

As Lin Fei had guessed.

Upon hearing these words, Zhang Wanshan's brows instantly furrowed, and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his eye. He didn't expect Lin Fei to be so cunning, proposing a challenge. His heart was filled with anger.

If it were elsewhere, Zhang Wanshan wouldn't care and would have killed him with one slap.

With so many outer disciples present, if he acted today and defeated a fifth-level martial artist like Lin Fei, he would become a laughingstock in the outer sect the next day.

Zhang Wanshan couldn't afford to lose face. His anger was like a volcano, and he wanted to beat Lin Fei to death.

At this moment, Zhang Wanshan regretted not acting directly at the beginning. Instead, he was outmaneuvered by Lin Fei. For the sake of his reputation, he couldn't act against Lin Fei for at least three months. The thought of it made him want to vomit blood. A mighty eighth-level martial artist unable to deal with a mere boy...

"Hmph, Lin Fei, you're lucky today. I don't believe you can avoid it in three months. I hope you don't disappoint me. I will personally cripple you and make you a true waste."

Zhang Wanshan coldly snorted and turned to leave without staying.

"Lin Fei, you're too clever. Enjoy these last three months. When my brother acts, you'll be beaten like a dead dog. I will personally send you a gift, hahaha..."

{Piaotian Literature}