Chapter 67

After a series of events, Lin Fei had become somewhat well-known.

All along, people had a vague understanding of Lin Fei's strength. Although they had a certain perception, they thought Li Feipeng could verify Lin Fei's strength in the first round. However, Li Feipeng was knocked out in less than one round, which was a great disappointment.

When Peng Bao stepped onto the stage, everyone seemed to be about to witness a good show.

The sparring had not yet begun, but everyone could sense the fighting aura between the two, which was somewhat unexpected. This moment of surprise quickly turned into excitement and thrill.

Lin Fei, however, was full of questions, not understanding why the other party was dissatisfied.

"Seems like I haven't offended this guy, right? Could it be that I'm too handsome, and he's jealous?" Lin Fei thought, unable to figure out what was going on.

Three months of training were not in vain. Before the two even approached each other, Lin Fei keenly noticed that the other party had a significant grudge against him.

Others couldn't perceive it, but Lin Fei felt it very clearly.

This feeling couldn't be wrong.

Lin Fei was no longer the Lin Fei from three months ago. No matter who had arranged this, he must have offended someone before. He couldn't help but sneer, "You're all going to be disappointed."

...

At this moment, in a corner of the Divine Martial Gate square, from this direction, one could see every move on the seventh arena.

"Senior Brother, are we really going to teach Lin Fei a lesson?"

In the corner, several disciples were gathered around a person in a fan shape. If Lin Fei were here, he would recognize one of them, the Senior Brother Wen Tian who had personally invited him last time.

"Teach a lesson? This isn't a lesson, just a little guidance. Who would have thought Lin Fei would meet Junior Brother Peng Bao? Let's see what progress Lin Fei has made in these three months, and why he dared to refuse my invitation back then."

The leader, a disciple with a square face, was none other than Chen Xiaosheng, who had initially wanted to invite Lin Fei.

Back then, Chen Xiaosheng had sent someone to invite Lin Fei to be a good fighter, but was refused, which left a bad impression.

Today, it just so happened that one of their members drew Lin Fei in the lottery. Chen Xiaosheng didn't mind having someone teach him a lesson to change his arrogant attitude. This would also help to boost their club's reputation.

Hearing Senior Brother Chen Xiaosheng's words, the others naturally didn't say much more. They shifted their gaze to the seventh arena. Peng Bao was one of their people, and with the precedent set, they believed Lin Fei was doomed this time.

...

Lin Fei had no idea he was being set up.

"Junior Brother Lin Fei, I have long heard of your reputation."

Peng Bao, not a towering figure, had sharp eyes and a broad hand, carrying a saber. Even before he made a move, his fierce aura had already spread across the arena, clearly indicating he was a saber expert.

His words, neither warm nor cold, were full of hostility, further confirming Lin Fei's suspicions. It seemed he had inadvertently offended another senior brother.

Lin Fei wasn't worried about offending senior brothers. After all, the more fleas, the less they bite. Besides, within the Divine Martial Gate, what was there to worry about unless they wanted to be targeted by the Law Enforcement Hall?

"Senior Brother, I don't deserve such praise. It's all just a false reputation, not worth mentioning," Lin Fei said, bowing to Peng Bao.

Peng Bao's eyes were like lightning, "Junior Brother Lin Fei, there's no need to be so modest. Senior Brother isn't Li Feipeng, who can be defeated in a few moves. Show your best skills; I want to see the power of the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art. Junior Brother Lin Fei, be prepared. Once I make a move, I won't hold back!"

"Thank you for the reminder, Senior Brother. I am ready!"

Lin Fei took a half-step forward, looking very relaxed, and bowed again.

This action, seemingly insignificant, was actually provoking Peng Bao.

Everyone knew that on the arena, the junior brother usually made the first move, a sign of the senior brother's courtesy. Now, with Lin Fei's posture, the meaning was clear.

Lin Fei didn't take Peng Bao seriously!

Peng Bao had intended to let Lin Fei make the first move to avoid the reputation of bullying. Seeing Lin Fei's attitude, a cold smile appeared on his lips, "Junior Brother Lin Fei, you have guts. Senior Brother won't hold back."

In fact, at this moment, Peng Bao was quite angry.

"Whoosh!"

"Surging Wave Saber Technique!"

Peng Bao, a skilled expert, had already seen Lin Fei's astonishing agility and had a plan. He aimed to suppress Lin Fei quickly. Without his agility, Lin Fei would surely be no match for his fierce saber technique, and the outcome would be clear.

The saber was unsheathed, and the sound of surging waves rose!

Peng Bao quickly closed the distance, his body like a wave, instantly closing several yards. The saber, wielded from above, cut through the air, transforming into a series of continuous waves that locked onto Lin Fei. The arena was filled with the sound of waves, indicating that his saber technique was at a high level.

This move alone made many high-ranking disciples look serious. Even they would have to be cautious if they faced it.

The Surging Wave Saber Technique was known for its ferocity and sharpness.

It was a low-grade yellow-level mystic art.

Everyone was waiting to see how Lin Fei would defend himself. Would he use his fist technique, his astonishing agility, or even a saber technique? There seemed to be no other choice.

As the wave of saber light approached, Lin Fei did not make a move. Like a gentle breeze, the fierce saber light transformed into waves, and Lin Fei became a bird flying over the waves, a lone hero walking on the tip of the saber, performing a stunning feat.

Shock!

Shock!!

"Damn, what kind of agility is Lin Fei practicing? He can dodge the Surging Wave Saber Technique, a yellow-level saber technique. When did we have such agility in the outer sect?"

"Great agility! The Surging Wave Saber Technique is known for its speed and ferocity. Lin Fei can dodge Peng Bao's attacks with even greater speed. There are very few in the outer sect who can do this!"

"Lin Fei must have had some extraordinary encounter. His agility has reached a high level. Senior Brother Peng Bao has met a true expert this time. If Lin Fei's skills are only this, Peng Bao will surely advance!"

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Lin Fei's use of agility to dodge Peng Bao's attacks naturally drew the attention of many.

The importance of agility was self-evident, but many had never seen such a technique. Upon closer inspection, it had a mysterious quality that left them in awe.

"Lin Fei, are you only good at dodging?"

The yellow-level saber technique couldn't force Lin Fei to counterattack, which greatly annoyed Peng Bao.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Peng Bao roared, spotting an opportunity to attack. He turned his saber, and the sound of waves continued. He struck three waves of saber light at three vital points on Lin Fei's body.

At this moment, Lin Fei was in the process of falling, the weakest moment for any martial artist.

"Unstoppable Flow!"

While falling, Lin Fei moved sideways, covering a yard, and raised his hand to strike three waves of saber light to meet Peng Bao's.

Clang, clang, clang!

Break!

Break! Break!!

A powerful force surged from Peng Bao's saber, causing his hand to ache, almost losing his grip. He didn't expect Lin Fei to easily break his saber light, and one wave even hit his saber, nearly embarrassing him.

Fortunately, Peng Bao was no ordinary disciple. He spun his body, changing his saber technique. With his left foot as a pivot, he transformed into a surging wave, lightly stepping and raising his saber. The saber light flickered, enveloping the arena.

"Surging Waves!"

Saber light, waves, saber light, waves, merged together, indistinguishable. The arena became a vast sea, and Lin Fei was the bird on the waves.

One of Peng Bao's killing moves.

"Good, good!"

As the saber light and waves approached, Lin Fei showed no fear, only excitement.

"Ten Thousand Thunderbolts!"

Lin Fei raised his saber, and the audience saw a white light sweep across the arena, accompanied by the sound of thunder, which left many low-ranking disciples pale with fear.

At this moment, they couldn't describe the shock of the thunder.

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

The saber light Peng Bao wielded shattered like glass under the white light. The echo of the thunder masked the sound of the waves, and Peng Bao's heart was struck like a thunderbolt, his movements momentarily halted.

Thunder is one of the divine powers of heaven and earth.

The Ten Thousand Thunderbolts Saber Technique, when mastered, has such a powerful auxiliary effect.

How could Lin Fei miss this rare opportunity? He changed his saber technique to a fist, and his agility unfolded.

"Sweeping a Thousand Armies!"

Lin Fei's aura changed abruptly. His left leg, like lightning, swept out and struck Peng Bao's left arm. Peng Bao was shocked and tried to strike with his saber, but Lin Fei wouldn't let him.

"Eight Directions Return!"

Lin Fei instantly closed the distance and struck Peng Bao's wrist. Peng Bao, in pain, cried out. Lin Fei turned his hand into a fist and struck Peng Bao's chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. His eyes filled with fear as he saw Lin Fei's hand blade strike his neck. His only thought was, "How can Lin Fei be so strong!"

Peng Bao, at the seventh level of martial arts, was defeated!