Chapter 70

Facing Lin Fei's silent provocation, Zhang Wanshan forcibly held back his anger. He was a master of Gang Qi, and he had to maintain his composure. Within the outer sect, the two of them were like oil and water, and this had long been publicized. Many people were secretly watching, and Zhang Wanshan naturally wouldn't easily show his feelings in front of others, lest he leave a bad impression.

"Lin Fei, Lin Fei, you are still too naive. The real top hundred disciples ranking competition has just begun. In the first round, you encountered Jia Kun, who is at the Eighth Level of Martial Dao. How can you compete with me? How can you match me? You probably can't even handle Jia Kun. It's a pity I can't personally deal with you, but there will be an opportunity to settle the score. When that time comes, don't fall into my hands."

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Lin Fei took the lead and walked onto the stage. As he stepped onto the stage, the expressionless face of Zhang, the referee, showed a hint of encouragement, which Lin Fei almost missed due to his keen eyesight. Unbeknownst to others, Lin Fei's performance over the past few days had earned Zhang's deep approval, especially after understanding the circumstances.

Even though Lin Fei practiced the waste cultivation method, the Nine Turnings Mystic Art, who could say he wouldn't break through in the future? In this vast world, anything is possible. One day, a pill or cultivation method might appear that could help him break through to become a Mystic.

Lin Fei, dressed in a green robe, stood on the stage with a clear and refined face. Just by standing there, he exuded a sharp aura, making people dare not underestimate him. "This must be Lin Fei's true strength," many disciples thought. When Lin Fei transformed into a fierce blade that had yet to be unsheathed, the disciples couldn't help but be impressed, as if they had seen a beautiful woman approaching. They began to look forward to the battle.

Among the higher-level disciples, especially the elite disciples, many showed surprise. Such a fierce aura required the slaughter of many people to cultivate. How did Lin Fei manage to cultivate it? Their heads were full of questions, but no one could answer them.

Jia Kun, holding his sword with both hands, walked up from the stage. Once he stood still, his originally ordinary appearance suddenly changed. His eyes shot up, and he looked like a lion that had just awakened. His sharp gaze swept over Lin Fei, as if trying to see through him, leaving him nowhere to hide.

Pressure, overwhelming pressure! To Jia Kun, Lin Fei was a worthy opponent, especially with his astonishing sword technique. A single first-rate Mystic Art could almost sweep through opponents of the same level. Just this ability made Jia Kun dare not underestimate him. Therefore, Jia Kun immediately exerted his pressure, the pressure of the Eighth Level of Martial Dao.

To intimidate first, to make the opponent timid, to plant a seed of fear, and even to win without a fight, just by the pressure.

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Lin Fei had endured three months of life-and-death training in the Black Water Mountains. He had experienced the pressure of countless beasts. How could Jia Kun's pressure affect him? But he understood that Jia Kun was building momentum. Without showing any emotion, he took a step forward and bowed.

"Junior Brother Lin Fei, please instruct me, Senior Brother!"

With one step and a few words, he broke Jia Kun's pressure, causing a slight shock in Jia Kun. It wasn't surprising; if Lin Fei couldn't break his pressure, he wouldn't be worthy of being his opponent. Now, he was finally qualified.

"I've heard that Junior Brother's sword technique and agility are remarkable. I'm eager to see them in action!" Jia Kun said frankly.

Lin Fei replied, "As Senior Brother wishes!"

To deal with a disciple at the Seventh Level of Martial Dao, Lin Fei could use a palm strike. But for a disciple at the Eighth Level, who had Gang Qi for protection, using a palm strike would be too arrogant. So, Lin Fei untied the bundle on his back. This was prepared in advance; to deal with an Eighth Level expert, he needed the Black Slaughter Blade.

The crowd outside became even more excited. From the beginning, Lin Fei had not used any weapon. When they saw the black sheath, it looked ordinary, but they couldn't tell what it was.

"Good blade!"

Jia Kun, being close, could feel an unprecedented aura from the sheath. It was a dangerous aura, soaked in countless blood.

"Senior Brother is too kind!" Lin Fei said.

Jia Kun didn't take the initiative to attack. A Gang Qi expert had the composure of a Gang Qi expert. He took a small step with his left foot, grabbed the sheath with his left hand, and placed his right hand near the hilt, adopting a relaxed posture.

Only those who experienced it firsthand would understand that Jia Kun was in a defensive stance, waiting for Lin Fei to make the first move.

"Senior Brother Jia, Junior Brother is about to attack, please be cautious."

If it were anyone else, Lin Fei wouldn't have been so polite. Jia Kun had maintained a martial demeanor from the moment he stepped onto the stage, and Lin Fei naturally had a good impression of him.

As he spoke, Lin Fei leaned forward like a leopard. The distance between them was only a few yards. He leaped into the air, grabbed the hilt with both hands, and slashed down, as if splitting the air in two.

Attacking without drawing the blade immediately caused a huge reaction. No one expected Lin Fei to lose his composure like this.

"Crazy, crazy, Lin Fei must be crazy."

For a blade expert, their strength was entirely in their blade, just as a sword expert's strength was in their sword. The power of a blade or sword combined with a technique was not simply additive.

Therefore, for a high-level expert, a weapon was part of their strength, especially a divine weapon, which could significantly enhance combat ability. If having a weapon could be considered full combat power, then not drawing the blade would reduce the power to less than thirty percent. Even with a divine weapon, not drawing the blade was useless. It was clear that Lin Fei's decision to attack with the sheath was a show of arrogance.

If Lin Fei were dealing with a Seventh Level disciple, no one would question it, as his previous performance showed that he could handle it without drawing the blade. But now, against Jia Kun, a Gang Qi expert, it seemed he was not taking it seriously enough.

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"Lin Fei's courage is really not ordinary. Senior Brother Jia Kun is a Gang Qi expert, and he doesn't even draw his blade. Does he really think he's a Gang Qi expert?"

"Who knows? Maybe after several promotions in a row, Lin Fei has become arrogant. I guarantee that when he faces Senior Brother Jia Kun's counterattack, he won't be able to hold up!"

"Of course! Why are Gang Qi experts so powerful? Because they can convert Mystic Qi into Gang Qi, which multiplies their combat power. Just the protection of Gang Qi is not something ordinary people can break through!"

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The mid-level and high-level disciples began to discuss. Could Lin Fei's attack be effective? Most of them thought it was unreliable. As a Gang Qi expert, Senior Brother Jia Kun would likely not be affected by Lin Fei's attack.

Jia Kun, the most frustrated person on the scene, was a Gang Qi expert. From the moment he stepped onto the stage, his spirit and energy were at their peak, all to witness Lin Fei's formidable blade technique. But now, with all his preparations, Lin Fei didn't take him seriously, which made him feel unnatural.

However, in the next breath, Jia Kun's face changed slightly. His skin actually began to show signs of indentation.