Peerless Martial God

"That reckless madman. It seems that he is tired of living."    

The crowd muttered in their hearts. Clearly, they did not expect Lin Feng to be so bold as to question the inner sect elder.    

In the Nine Empyreans Continent, sects were flourishing, and powerful sects could even control a country and call the wind and summon the rain. Inside the sects, however, the competition was fierce, and the levels were also extremely tight. First, it was the outer sect disciples, next it was the inner sect disciples, and then it was the outer sect elders and inner sect elders.    

Lin Feng was only an outer sect disciple, and his position was quite different from Mo Ye's. It could be said that if Mo Ye wanted him to live, he would live. And if he wanted him to die, he had to die.    

Mo Ye's heart was incomparably cold. Lin Feng clearly said something that he shouldn't have.    

"Hou Qing, what’s the punishment for going against an elder of a sect?" Mo Ye stared at Lin Feng without removing his gaze.    

"Reporting to elder, the best case is to expel him out of the sect, and the worst case is to first cripple the cultivation before expelling him from the sect." How could Hou Qing not understand Mo Ye's meaning? How could he let go of such a great opportunity?    

"Elder, Hou Qing thinks that Lin Feng's actions are truly outrageous, and we should cripple his cultivation and expel him from the Cloud Sea Sect."    

"No need. It’s not easy for him to obtain his cultivation, so keep it. Just cripple one of his arms and expel him from the sect." Mo Ye said 'magnanimously'.    

"How vicious." Lin Feng cursed in his heart. He had nothing against Mo Ye, but once he arrived, Mo Ye convicted his crimes. No matter what, he had to be expelled from the sect. Once he was expelled, it was likely that Lin Qian and that strange demon youth would not let him off, and this was clearly for the sake of taking his life.    

In reality, just as Lin Feng had predicted, this was clearly a dead end for him.    

“Martial Dao is everything. Without enough strength and talent, one cannot rely on even a sect." Lin Feng's heart was as clear as a mirror. In this world, everything could only be done on one's own. For instance, at present, an elder of a sect wanted to cut off his arm and expel him from the sect, he convicted him of a heinous crime.    

Lin Feng glanced at Nangong Ling. Even now, the Sect Master had yet to speak. There was still room for redemption.    

"Everything depends on strength and talent. If my strength is not strong, then I will reveal my talent." Lin Feng's mind raced. If he really had no other choice, he would speak of the matter of the bell drum and the cliff.    

When all eight bell drums sounded, two sect protectors appeared and personally sent him back. No matter how stupid Lin Feng was, he understood that the test he passed was not as simple as he thought it would be.    

At this moment, Hou Qing had already arrived in front of Lin Feng, and was being watched by countless people. Even the sect and Great Elder were watching. Hou Qing was slightly nervous, but a hint of excitement could be seen in his eyes. It was a good chance to show himself.    

"Trash, cut off one of your own arms. The difference in strength between you and me is too great. I disdain attacking you." Hou Qing arrogantly said.    

Lin Feng secretly shook his head when he saw the glint in Hou Qing's eyes. His will was not that strong, and the outer sect disciple at rank ten was only this strong.    

"Make your move." Lin Feng pulled out the longsword on his back and firmly gripped it in his palm. He calmly stood in the same spot without a slightest shock in his heart.    

"Hehe, since that's the case, I will make my move." Hou Qing naturally knew that it was impossible for Lin Feng to cut off his own arm. Just now, he was only deliberately belittling Lin Feng to praise himself.    

"Wind Following Formula."    

With a low grunt, Hou Qing instantly disappeared from where he stood. His movements were as swift as the wind, which is the so called Wind Following Formula. When it is performed to the limit, the speed was as fast as the wind    

"Senior Hou Qing is the tenth strongest disciple in the outer sect, and his Light Arts was peerless. How could Lin Feng contend against him?"    

"This fellow is still able to stand in such a stable manner. He is merely asking to be humiliated."    

Seeing that Hou Qing’s figure moving like wind, the crowd burst into cheers. Hou Qing was ranked tenth among the outer sect disciples because of his Light Arts. Even the outer sect disciples ranked ahead of him might not be able to hurt Hou Qing.    

Mo Ye saw Hou Qing's movement technique and revealed a smile. It seemed like Hou Qing's strength had increased again. He hoped in the Sect Competition early next year, he could be ranked five or better. In this way, he would gain some face as his master, .    

As for Hou Qing's ability to deal with Lin Feng, Mo Ye didn't even consider it. Lin Feng was only at the eighth level of Qi Martial Stage. He probably wouldn't be able to do three moves under Hou Qing’s attack.    

In the midst of the crowd, perhaps only Lin Feng himself believed in himself. He held a sword in one hand as he stood there, unmoving as a mountain, looking at Hou Qing's silhouette which could not be discerned.    

At this moment, a strong gust of wind blew by, causing Lin Feng's clothes to flutter and his long hair to float in the wind. And Hou Qing's figure suddenly disappeared.    

"It's over. Senior Brother Hou Qing's Light Arts is so brilliant."    

Even before the battle, the crowd had already come to a conclusion.    

Lin Feng closed his eyes, quietly feeling the sounds of the wind blowing. His breathing and heartbeat all stopped at this moment. Only his acute senses were capturing that fleeting figure.    

The sword in Lin Feng's hand suddenly moved. It moved with the wind as the sword's trajectory carried the nimbleness and elegance of the wind.    

"Cut." A domineering shout rang out from above Lin Feng's head, accompanied by an immense pressure.    

"F * ck off."    

Lin Feng spat out two words as a sword beam flashed, causing blood to spurt out.    

An ear-piercing wail resounded through the air, and the crowd stared in disbelief at the scene before them.    

Hou Qing failed to hit Lin Feng. He was defeated, and with a casual swing of sword, Lin Feng severed his arm.    

"How could this be? How did Lin Feng do it?" The outer sect disciples exclaimed in their hearts, especially those who had heard of Lin Feng's reputation as a trash. Lin Feng had cut off Hou Qing's arm with a single slash.    

These outer sect disciples didn’t see clearly how Lin Feng did it, but the inner sect disciples and those who were above them could see clearly that Lin Feng's sword was like a sword, yet it was also like the wind. The sword moved with the wind, as if the thing that cut off Hou Qing's arm was not a sword, but wind.    

"Fusing sword techniques with the wind, does the Star Pavilion have this sword technique?" For the first time, Nangong Ling's eyes fluctuated. This simple sword of Lin Feng's was too beautiful, which could be said to be perfect. Without any unnecessary strength, the sword followed the wind and the arm was cut off by the one sword. Furthermore, this was the result of Lin Feng's control. He believed that if Lin Feng wanted to kill Hou Qing, then that sword was enough to kill him.    

Of course Lin Feng didn’t learn how to combine sword techniques into wind. It was just that on the cliff, he had an epiphany that the Heavenly Sword had all sorts of power. The sword had sword energy, and the wind had wind energy. Just now he had used the wind to hide the sword, as if he fused the sword techniques with the wind, breaking the enemy with a single slash.    

"Could it be force?" Nangong Ling thought of another possibility, but he immediately rejected this notion. Lin Feng was only in the Qi Martial Stage, how could he comprehend such a thing?    

Not to mention the Qi Martial Stage, even if it was an expert in the Spiritual Martial Stage, only a few geniuses would be able to comprehend a little bit of the force. If an expert in the Spiritual Martial Stage wanted to borrow force, he could only use the power of Martial Soul and borrow force by it instead of comprehending and applying for it. But Lin Feng didn’t even release a Martial Soul.    

"This trash has indeed become a bit stronger. No wonder he was so arrogant. However, to me, trash is still trash. Don't even think about having a chance to turn the situation around." Lin Qian saw Lin Feng cutting off Hou Qing's arm with one slash and thought to herself. She was currently a powerful expert in the Spiritual Martial Stage, and her martial soul had undergone an awakening. Her ice and fire have the same source, which could not be compared with Lin Feng, a little trash.    

Mo Ye's expression was currently extremely unsightly. He asked Hou Qing to cut off Lin Feng's arm, but he did not expect that Lin Feng broke Hou Qing’s one arm with a single slash. This was undoubtedly a slap on his face. This brat must die.    

Lin Feng did not pay any attention to the gazes of the crowd. His face was still calm as he sheathed his sword. Lin Feng's gaze swept towards Hou Qing who was kneeling on the ground. There was not a single trace of pity in his heart.    

"The tenth person in the outer sect?" You are disdainful to attack me? " Lin Feng mocked, "I really don't understand, what makes you so proud."