Peerless Martial God

0On Sky Manor Street, Yangzhou City. At this moment, many martial artists were gathered in a large courtyard. The entire area was noisy.    

    

"There are six of them already. Taking Qiu Lan into consideration, they just need an eighth. Damn it! These fellows all have monstrous strength. But I must become the eighth." Amongst the crowd, a young man stared straight ahead as he spoke in a low voice.    

    

"Are you kidding? The eighth one is already settled. Feng Qian is at Ninth Level of Qi Martial Stage. He is much stronger than many other children of the blue blood. Just now, he did not have a try for it because he only disdained it. In his eyes, the last place must be his. Are you stronger than Feng Qian?"    

    

A person beside said, unceremoniously.    

    

"Damn." When that person heard the two words, Feng Qian, his expression immediately changed. He was incomparably depressed. It seemed that he wouldn't have the chance to participate in the Martial Arts Competition in Yang Zhou City Martial Meet held by the City master this year.    

    

It turned out that news spread from Yang Zhou city said that the city master’s mansion would hold another Yang Zhou Martial Arts Competition. Other than the four great families, the children of the small families, and even the elite young martial artists without a famous family could also participate, but they only had eight places in total.    

    

At the same time, the Mayor Nalan family, Gu family, Lin family, and Wen family each had eight places. The forty places chosen represented the most outstanding young men in Yangzhou city, which was considered as an honor and would draw the attention of millions of people. Who didn’t want to be one of them?    

    

Pitifully, the city master’s mansion and other three families had decided their 32 people. The rest people in Yangzhou could only fight for one of the eight places that the city master had given to Qiu Lan. As for Qiu Lan, she allowed everyone to speak with their strength. By now, seven people had already been selected. Only one place was left to fight for, which had basically been decided. It might be Feng Qian.    

    

Feng Qian, in blue, was tall and thin with wild and aggressive eyes.    

    

At this moment, with his arms crossed over his chest, he walked to the front of the crowd and said indifferently, "This last place is mine."    

    

When the crowd saw Feng Qian's arrogance, they secretly resented him. They wanted to go up and fight with him, but when they thought of his strength, they could only sigh in their hearts. It seemed that they could only be the audience    

    

Feng Qian swept over the hundreds of people before him with his eyes filled with disdain.    

    

"A group of trash. You don't even have the courage to fight for it. Since you all don't dare to fight, then I'll get in." Feng Qian mocked and he was about to walk towards the great hall ahead. In the center of the great hall, there were already seven people sitting there, which were Qiu Lan and the six selected people.    

    

"This fellow is indeed as arrogant as people say. It is said that he is extremely vicious. If anyone dares to challenge him, this man should bear the consequences of being defeated, becoming a cripple which would be disastrous." The crowd thought to themselves. Although they were extremely angry with Feng Qian's words, no one dared to reply. The ferocity of Feng Qian was well-known in Yangzhou city. In addition, very few people below the Spiritual Martial Stage could suppress him, making him even more arrogant.    

    

The furious crowd could only watch as Feng Qian walked step by step towards the great hall.    

    

"Wait." A voice that wasn't very loud rang out, which was exceptionally clear in the quiet courtyard. The eyes of the crowd flashed with a hint of surprise as they turned their eyes only to see a young man walking out from them.    

    

The young man was dressed in white clothes. Although his clothes were not luxurious, they were clean and tidy. He carried a long sword on his back. His body was symmetrical. What was even more amazing was his pair of eyes. They were clear and clean and also deep at the same time, which showed the quality beyond his age.    

    

Seeing this person, many young men who considered themselves outstanding, even felt a sense of inferiority.    

    

The young man who appeared was Lin Feng, who had just swapped out. He only needed to inquire a little before he knew what was going on and directly rushed over. It seemed to be right on time when he came here.    

    

Feng Qian looked at Lin Feng from top to bottom with his arms still crossing in front of his chest. He seemed to sneer at Lin Feng as well as laugh at him at the same time.    

    

"You want me to wait?"    

    

"Right." Lin Feng did not seem to understand Feng Qian's expression as he indifferently nodded his head.    

    

Feng Qian slightly smiled as he looked at the youth, who was one or two years younger than him, with eyes full of pity. He smiled: "Do you know the consequences of making me wait?"    

    

Lin Feng ruefully smiled as he shook his head. In a world where Martial Tao was revered, did anyone who boasted of their outstanding talent behaved like an idiot?    

    

Lin Feng walked towards Feng Qian step by step, which made the expressions of the crowd frozen. Could this guy have gone mad? He was only around sixteen years old, even the children of those large clans could at most reach the seventh or eighth level of Qi Martial Stage. How could he possibly compete with Feng Qian?    

    

If one of this age wanted to compete with Feng Qian, the only people who could make it were those extraordinary young men with the most outstanding talent from the Four Great Families in Yangzhou City, and they obviously did not think that Lin Feng would be one of them.    

    

"It seems that you also want to enter that hall. I really don't know if I should hail you as a brave man or call you an idiot. Since you want to compete with me, then I'll cripple your cultivation." Feng Qian saw that Lin Feng was provoking his dignity. He looked down from above, as if he was looking down on Lin Feng from a high place.    

    

"Clang!"    

    

A clang sounded when an icy cold light flashed past. After that, with a dull groan, Feng Qian started sliding on the ground. His body didn’t stop until he slid over a hundred meters away.    

    

Feng Qian spat out a mouthful of blood and coughed violently a few times. He knelt down on one knee with blood spurting out from his mouth and dripped onto the ground.    

    

Sword light flashed once more, and the cold light disappeared as the long sword returned to Lin Feng's sword sheath.    

    

The pupils of the crowd all widened as their hearts trembled. Lin Feng had knocked Feng Qian off with just a single strike?    

    

"How powerful." All the crowd were stunned for he was only around sixteen years old and Feng Qian, who was at the Ninth Level of Qi Martial Stage, could not even withstand one of his strikes. Besides, Lin Feng was so lenient that he only slapped with the side of the sword, otherwise, with one strike, Feng Qian would have already lost his life.    

    

"You talk too much nonsense." Lin Feng didn't even give Feng Qian a glance as he spoke in an indifferent tone with his back facing Feng Qian. After that, he continued walking towards the grand hall.    

    

Perhaps in his eyes, he looked down upon Feng Qian, who wasn't even worthy of his attention.    

    

As Feng Qian looked at Lin Feng's back, countless thoughts passed through his mind.    

    

“You talk too much nonsense!” This was Lin Feng's comment on him.    

    

Martial Tao was somewhat a road in defiance of nature. Cultivators lived longer, obtained the strength to shake the earth and even snapped up the energy of the universe. Needless to say how perseverant and tough one should be in return. However, Feng Qian who was just at Ninth Level of Qi Martial Stage had a limited outlook while he was arrogant and overweening. This strike served him right.    

    

Feng Qian struggled to stand up and then bowed deeply towards Lin Feng's back. He did it not out of respect and fear for Lin Feng, but to thank him for unlocking the shackles that blocked his martial path.    

    

This scene confused countless people. However, there were also some people whose eyes flickered as if they had thought of something.    

    

But Lin Feng didn’t notice it. The gazes of the seven people in the main hall all landed on him, especially of Qiu Lan in the first seat. She had seen Lin Feng at the Ting Feng Tavern before, so she naturally knew Lin Feng's identity. Moreover, Qiu Lan knew more or less about what Lin Feng had experienced in the Lin Family.    

    

"I need a place to participate in this Martial Arts Competition." Lin Feng's attention landed on Qiu Lan. His voice was indifferent, but it was also filled with determination. He was determined to participate in this competition.    

    

"How dare you." The man next to Qiu Lan spat the table in front of him and the wooden table cracked off instantly.    

    

"Who are you! How dare you to speak to Qiu Lan in such a manner?" This person was called Wu Xiao. He always had some fantasies about beautiful and talented Qiu Lan. His strength was also very strong. Feng Qian could not compare with Wu Xiao since he was at the peak of the Ninth Level of Qi Martial Stage.    

    

In his opinion, Lin Feng could defeat Feng Qian in one strike partly because Feng Qian was not on guard. And he could make it himself. And at this moment, he wanted to play rough and show Lin Feng his power and prestige, making Qiu Lan think more highly of him.    

    

Lin Feng glanced at Wu Xiao and walked towards him which made Wu Xiao stand up and release himself, ready to fight.    

    

The dazzling white sword light flashed again, which even hurt people's eyes. Wu Xiao didn't even have time to react before he screamed and held his wrist.    

    

It was fast. After entering the Spiritual Martial Stage, a casual strike of Lin Feng was much faster than before and it was even much more precise.    

    

Lin Feng stretched out his hand, caught Wu Xiao's neck, lifted him up and walked out of the hall.    

    

"What is the use of having this kind of trash participate in the Martial Arts Competition?"    

    

As he said, Lin Feng kicked out Wu Xiao's body. Wu Xiao flew backwards and he fell down heavily in front of the crowd.    

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