Chapter 9

Lin Fei's not-so-tall figure suddenly seemed to rise无形地拔高, like a towering mountain.

Among the outer disciples, Lin Fei was not particularly famous; on the contrary, he was relatively unknown. If it weren't for the incident last month during the monthly competition, he would probably still be obscure.

Unfortunately, this fame was not good, and instead earned him the label of a conceited madman, someone to be despised, almost to the point of being infamous.

A mere Second Stage Martial Artist challenging the Fourth Stage Martial Artist, Zhang Chongshan.

Lin Fei once again became the center of attention.

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"Hey, who is that? I'm not seeing things, right? Isn't that the conceited madman Lin Fei? When did he come here to seek the limelight?"

"Junior Brother, you're not mistaken. That's Lin Fei. See that clothes? I can guarantee that guy must have just come from the slaughterhouse. From a distance, I can smell the blood on him!"

"That Lin Fei kid, after suffering last time, still doesn't understand the gap between them. Isn't he just asking for death?"

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The outer disciples were once again in an uproar.

Lin Fei, a mere Second Stage Martial Artist, did he have the courage of a leopard? Didn't he know that if he went up today, he might come down horizontally?

This was simply looking for trouble, asking for a beating!

Zhang Chongshan, who defeated a Fourth Stage Martial Artist with one move, looked very natural, as if he had accomplished something insignificant. He felt very pleased, thinking to himself, "A mere grassroots disciple, how dare he be my opponent? He's just asking for death."

That move just now, though the force was somewhat controlled, the opponent would need at least a month to recover. This *Crushed Jade Hand* technique, a low-grade yellow-level mystic art, was worth the cost.

Just as he was feeling happy, he suddenly heard someone challenge him, and he wondered if he had heard wrong.

"It's you? Lin Fei."

Zhang Chongshan turned his head and, after a moment, realized what was happening. He almost thought he had seen wrong. This waste of a person was actually challenging him? Had he been beaten into a daze last time?

"Senior Brother Zhang, you didn't see wrong. I am Lin Fei. Are you surprised, or are you afraid to accept my challenge, Senior Brother Zhang?"

Lin Fei remained calm, looking at Zhang Chongshan on the stage.

A Zhang Chongshan who had learned a low-grade yellow-level mystic art. If Lin Fei didn't have complete confidence, he wouldn't have gone up. He knew that the other party wouldn't mind getting rid of him.

Now, with the strength of a Fourth Stage Martial Artist, practicing the *One Cut, Two Sever* saber technique, and the *Indestructible Body of the Buddha* hard qigong, Lin Fei was confident he could defeat the other party.

A smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Chongshan's mouth, causing many female disciples to cheer. His charm was evident.

In Zhang Chongshan's eyes, Lin Fei was just a waste, squandering a good family background and causing trouble. As for why he wanted to get rid of Lin Fei, the reason was simple: Lin Fei had dared to make a move on his ideal goddess.

He couldn't rest easy until Lin Fei was dead.

By getting rid of Lin Fei, he would also gain favor with the city lord. Why not do it?

He originally thought Lin Fei would die from his three punches, but the kid survived. Zhang Chongshan was thinking of how to finish him off.

Now, it was like someone was delivering a pillow when he was about to fall asleep.

Zhang Chongshan accepted Lin Fei's challenge without hesitation.

"Junior Brother's challenge, how can Senior Brother refuse? But during the sparring, I might lose control. Junior Brother, be careful, don't end up like Senior Brother Gao, feeling uncomfortable all over."

"You're a despicable person!" Lin Fei smiled slightly. "Sparring is bound to cause injuries. Isn't this the hidden meaning of the arena?"

As a person from another world, how could he not understand the meaning behind Zhang Chongshan's words? It was clear he wanted to kill him.

Severe injuries, recurring injuries...

Lin Fei instantly understood Zhang Chongshan's plan.

Zhang Chongshan was slightly taken aback. If it weren't for the fact that this was the same Lin Fei, he would have thought he had recognized the wrong person. When did Lin Fei start to make sense, instead of just being stubborn?

No matter what, he had to deal with this kid today.

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On the stage.

Facing Zhang Chongshan again.

Lin Fei had a strong desire to release.

Although it had only been a little over ten days since his last defeat, Zhang Chongshan was like a mountain, pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. His heart felt like a heavy stone, and his whole body was uncomfortable.

If it weren't for the unexpected appearance of the upgrade system, facing a Fourth Stage Martial Artist like Zhang Chongshan, Lin Fei would have no confidence at all, especially since the other party had learned a low-grade yellow-level mystic art, which would widen the gap between them, making him an unattainable existence.

"Let's start from today!"

Lin Fei's stance gave Zhang Chongshan a significant shock.

"Junior Brother, in just three days, you've changed so much. Let me see your skills!"

Zhang Chongshan, for some reason, felt a bad premonition when facing the calm Lin Fei. He was startled. From the beginning to now, Lin Fei's performance had exceeded his previous self, showing a hint of a master's demeanor. It was hard to accept that a mere waste could have such a demeanor.

"Sky-Shattering Punch"

A martial artist's intuition rarely goes wrong.

Zhang Chongshan didn't take it seriously but still couldn't resist making the first move. No matter what tricks you have, once you fall into my hands, you won't be able to turn the tide. Just die obediently.

With a light step, Zhang Chongshan leaped over ten feet high, like a cannonball, his fists like iron hammers, cutting through the air with a sonic boom, and smashing down at Lin Fei.

Sky-Shattering Punch, a first-class mystic art.

"Indeed, you want my life, but my life isn't that easy to take."

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"Bad, Junior Brother Lin Fei is in mortal danger."

Zhang Chongshan's first move was the fierce Sky-Shattering Punch, using the advantage of his height to launch a powerful attack, no less fierce than the previous Tiger Fist.

A high-level expert had once exchanged a punch with him, showing the sharpness of this fist. How could Lin Fei withstand such an attack?

Seeing Zhang Chongshan use the Sky-Shattering Punch again, the injured expert in the audience couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Hehe, Lin Fei won't be so lucky this time."

"This is called self-inflicted suffering, and it cannot be lived with!"

"There are always some people who think too highly of themselves. They never learn from their mistakes and deserve to die!"

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Almost no one in the audience was optimistic about Lin Fei.

The gap in strength was too large, leading to a significant difference in the power of mystic arts. Disciples like Zhang Chongshan, from influential families, could buy mystic arts, giving them a clear advantage in combat.

Zhang Chongshan, coming from above, didn't panic Lin Fei, who remained as calm as before.

"Junior Brother, let's see how you handle this move!"

Zhang Chongshan used the Sky-Shattering Punch to prevent any unexpected situations, aiming to severely injure the opponent with a fierce attack.

Seeing the attack coming, Lin Fei didn't attack but instead used a "Spirit Monkey Flip," moving like a monkey, dodging the attack range and leaping away. This was the most common movement technique among the outer disciples of the Divine Martial Gate.

Zhang Chongshan was not a novice. After the first attack failed, he was somewhat surprised, but only slightly. He transformed his fist into an eagle claw, leaped on the stage, and pounced on Lin Fei like a shadow.

"Eagle Claw Technique!"

"Where do you think you can run?"

A second-class mystic art, the Eagle Claw Technique.

Lin Fei, who had leaped away, suddenly turned around, a cold smile on his face, his hand forming a blade, a copper color flashing.

"One Cut, Two Sever!"

A saber technique, One Cut, Two Sever.

Lin Fei, who had come from another world, had a clear understanding of all the attack techniques in his memory.

Switching mystic arts required a moment, and this was Lin Fei's opportunity. In terms of mystic arts, he couldn't match the other party, but once he used his trump card, he could confuse the opponent and then counterattack, ensuring success.

"Good kid, Senior Brother underestimated you. But do you think you can defeat me this way? It's a joke."

"Eagle Claw Technique, tear him apart!"

Zhang Chongshan was indeed deceived by Lin Fei, who chose to switch techniques and attack. He was slightly taken aback, a smart choice, but then a surge of anger. How dare a mere kid attack him?

As the One Cut, Two Sever and the Eagle Claw Technique clashed, Lin Fei's internal mystic energy erupted.

"Damn, how did your cultivation reach the Fourth Stage Martial Artist?"

At the moment of contact, Zhang Chongshan's face changed dramatically.

"You know too late."

{Piao Tian Literature}