Peerless Martial God

0The crowd were confused. Lin Hen was in fact an expert of the Spirit realm. Naturally, he had the qualifications to threaten Lin Wu.    

    

And now, Lin Feng acted actually the same as Lin Hen, telling Lin Wu to scram.    

    

Being humiliated by Lin Hen caused his anger to boom, and he had no place to release it. At this moment, the trash in his eyes actually dared to humiliate him, this caused Lin Wu's face to burn and his heart to feel as cold as a blade.    

    

"You are courting death." Killing intent flashed in Lin Wu's eyes, but at the same time, a powerful aura rushed over. Although this aura was not as strong as Lin Hen's at the Spiritual Martial Stage, it still made Lin Wu feel terrified. This aura was extremely depressing.    

    

"Three." Lin Feng spat out a word from his mouth. As his voice faded, he took a step forward and the pressure on Lin Wu rose again, causing Lin Wu's body to tighten as the anger and shame he felt instantly dissipated, leaving behind only shock and amazement.    

    

He, who was at the Ninth level of the Qi Martial Stage, felt such pressure as he faced the pressure that the trash, Lin Feng, emitted in his eyes.    

    

Everyone was confused as they saw the angry Lin Wu suddenly reveal an expression of shock, his steps towards Lin Feng also stopped, while Lin Feng, instead of being gentle and calm, slowly walking forward, gave off an imposing aura, even though they could not feel Lin Feng's aura towards Lin Wu, they could still tell that Lin Feng's temperament had changed in an instant.    

    

Moreover, Lin Feng made them feel strangely coordinate!    

    

That's right, it was a harmonious place. It was as if Lin Feng should have been there in the first place and was part of the scenery there.    

    

"Two." Lin Feng took a second step and his voice was like a hammer, viciously smashing into Lin Wu's heart, causing him to involuntarily take a step back.    

    

This aura became even more powerful, pressuring him to the point where he was unable to breathe. His entire body did not have the slightest bit of fighting spirit, which sounded extremely laughable. His confidence was shattered by Lin Feng in just two steps, a mere two steps.    

    

"What's going on? Lin Wu is actually retreating?" Someone muttered.    

    

"I feel like Lin Feng has changed; he is no longer that trash. He seems like a drawn sword that wants to kill everyone in front of him."    

    

"There's still one last sentence." Lin Feng smiled at Lin Wu, but in Lin Wu's eyes, this smile was filled with mockery. Facing this cripple in his eyes, he did not even have the courage to fight.    

    

The long spear in his hand fell to the ground, Lin Wu's eyes no longer had any hints of arrogance or sharpness. If Lin Hen's humiliation had hurt his pride and made him realize his inadequacies, Lin Feng's strength had completely destroyed his confidence, destroyed his obsession and fantasies about martial tao. This kind of blow was even more terrifying than the humiliation by words, and would even affect his future martial tao training.    

    

"I admit defeat." Lin Wu took a deep breath. His eyes were filled with confusion. His self-righteous pride and strength were actually so unbearable.    

    

"Admit defeat?" Lin Feng sneered: "I told you to scram."    

    

He had humiliated him time and time again, so how could he just admit defeat and end like that?    

    

If Lin Wu could defeat him, Lin Feng could guarantee that he would face all kinds of humiliation from Lin Wu and he would definitely not let him off. But when Lin Wu realized that he was inferior to Lin Feng, would admitting defeat be enough? What about his wild humiliations? Was he going to let it go just like that?    

    

It was obviously impossible. Lin Feng, he was never a saint, he was just an ordinary, an ordinary who dared to love and hate.    

    

"Isn’t that enough for me to admit defeat, yet you actually want me to scram." Lin Wu's anger once again rose as he shouted out.    

    

"Is admitting defeat enough? You say that I am trash, the scum of the Family. I didn't even refute you and allowed you to insult me. Have you thought that would enough one day? Have you ever thought enough of being humiliated by others, yet to take it out on me and humiliate me? " Lin Feng coldly laughed: "And now, you realize that you are inferior to me, with just the word 'admit defeat' to request me to stop humiliating, don't you find it funny?"    

    

Lin Wu's face turned pale as it turned extremely ugly.    

    

"It seems like time is up." The corner of Lin Feng's mouth curled into a sneer: "I will give you one last chance. If you don't scram, you have to bear the consequences."    

    

As he spoke, Lin Feng's footsteps stopped once again. Lin Wu let out a groan as he sat down on the ground with a look of shame and powerlessness on his face.    

    

A biting cold killing intent gushed out, causing the dispirited Lin Wu to tremble in fear. Regardless of how ashamed and frustrated he was, he still felt fear towards the cold killing intent.    

    

"I'll scram." Lin Wu suddenly laughed; his laughter was extremely pitiful. After that, he fell to the ground and slowly started rolling towards the ground.    

    

"Trash, scum of the family."    

    

"Trash is still trash, he only knows these despicable methods."    

    

"Get the hell down, don't embarrass yourself here."    

    

While scrolling, Lin Wu remembered the insults he had said to Lin Feng. At this moment, he recalled how ridiculous it was. He, Lin Wu, who was at the Ninth level of the Qi Martial Stage and with incomparable talent, why indeed would he end up like this?    

    

The crowd were so shocked when they saw the scene that Liu Wu was scrolling on the stage. They only thought that Lin Feng had gone mad and dared to tell Lin Wu to scram. However, they never expected that it was as Lin Feng had said, Lin Wu was actually scrolling.    

    

"Lin Wu." The Seventh Elder stood up as he was trembling slightly. His son should be the pride of the family, and should be one of the most dazzling geniuses, only slightly inferior to Lin Qian. But in such a short period of time, why was Lin Wu humiliated twice, and even rolling on the ground at the moment?    

    

"Bastard." Seventh Elder's body was exuding a strong rage, and his body was exuding killing intent.    

    

"Hmph."    

    

Lin Hai could feel Seventh Elder's murderous intent. He snorted coldly. The surrounding air seemed to have been frozen instantly, becoming especially cold.    

    

"Calm down." Lin Badao glanced at Seventh Elder and said indifferently: "Don't worry, that trash won't be able to be arrogant for long."    

    

Seventh Elder's anger still hadn't dissipated. He glared at Lin Hai and sat down immediately.    

    

"Lin Feng wins." When the Sixth Elder announced the results, he looked at Lin Feng with deep thought.    

    

Lin Feng did not inherit the Flame or Ice Martial Spirit passed down by his ancestors like most of the Lin Family direct descendants, but instead, he had a little phantom snake. However, this little snake Martial Soul did not have any wild and tyrannical characteristics of a beast martial soul, and it did not even seem to have any effects. That’s because the useless Martial Soul that Lin Feng was called trash.    

    

In addition, Lin Feng's training speed was also extremely slow, making Lin Feng even more infamous. Everyone looked down on him, but it was this trash who defeated Lin Yan in one move, with a single sentence, he made the overweening proud Lin Wu roll on the ground. Now was he still the original trash man?    

    

"An excellent father must have an excellent offspring." The Sixth Elder pulled his thoughts back and said: "Rest for an hour before the final battle."    

    

"Elder, the four of us didn't consume any energy at all. There's no need to rest. Let's just start." Lin Qian's tone was indifferent, even though facing an elder of the Lin Family, she was still incomparably arrogant. Right now, her horizons were extremely wide, as an elder of the Lin Family was nothing, and the Young Master Roc could easily defeat him.    

    

"That's right, let's just start." Lin Hong agreed. In the final four, the brother and sister duo had taken up two seats. Today, the person with the most glory was undoubtedly Lin Badao.    

    

The Sixth Elder turned to Lin Feng and asked: "What do you think?"    

    

As for his son, Lin Hen, he could directly make the decision for him.    

    

"No problem." Lin Feng nodded his head, up till now, there had yet to be a real battle.    

    

"Since none of you have any objections, let's begin." The Sixth Elder was extremely decisive as he said: "In the final battle, Lin Feng will fight with Lin Hong, Lin Qian and Lin Hen. Lin Feng and Lin Hong will fight first."    

    

"The Sixth Elder actually arranged for Lin Qian to face Lin Hen. It looks like he has high hopes for Lin Hen."    

    

"Lin Hen is at the same level as Lin Qian anyway. Although Lin Hong is also very strong, he is not his match. As for Lin Feng, it is impossible for him to win against Lin Hen. Only Lin Qian can fight with him, the Sixth Elder must also think so. As for the rankings, it is not important."    

    

The crowd broke into a flurry of discussion. At this time, Lin Badao stood up and said in a clear voice: "Sixth Elder, please allow me to say a few words."    

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"Alright." The Sixth Elder nodded.    

    

"The four of them are at the peak of the Lin Family's annual competition, which represents the younger generation of our Lin Family. I believe that admitting defeat is ineffective, as only by defeating the opponent will you be considered the victor. In this way their potential can be excavated fully, and we can see their real strength." While he was speaking, he would occasionally cast his gaze at Lin Hai, as if he was provoking him.    

    

"So ruthless. It seems that you want Lin Hong to take action against Lin Feng." How could the crowd not understand Lin Badao's thoughts? Inwardly, they thought.    

    

"Patriarch, what do you think of my proposal?" Lin Badao deliberately pounce heavily on the word "Patriarch" when he was speaking. He smiled and looked at Lin Hai, if Lin Hai agreed, then Lin Feng would be in danger. If Lin Feng did not agree, it would damage the prestige of the Patriarch, and Lin Badao could use this opportunity to make more trouble.