Wang Ye

After the initial rounds of the competition, the finalists gradually began to emerge.

Lin Feng didn't care, it was all the same to him.

What annoyed him now were the old men in front of him.

After he knocked Wang Ai unconscious, Lin Feng and Feng Baobao hadn't gone far after the match when the old Celestial Master begged him to come here.

And then?

The old Celestial Master was now drinking tea and playing chess with Tian Jinzhong, completely ignoring him.

Both of them knew how terrifying Lin Feng was; against someone like him, even a nuclear bomb might not be enough to kill him.

In their hearts, they only hoped that if a fight broke out, it wouldn't destroy the Celestial Master Mansion.

"Young man! Weren't you a bit too ruthless today? Crippling someone's martial arts is a major taboo in the martial world!"

Lu Jin, with his straightforward temper, complained.

Although he wasn't some righteous hero, he couldn't stand the act of crippling someone's martial arts.

So, in Lu Jin's eyes, Lin Feng's actions were as detestable as those of Zensei.

"Moreover, I heard you want to reclaim the Eight Wonders. I am the inheritor of one of the Eight Wonders, the Heaven Communicating Talisman Art. Come, let me see how you reclaim it!"

Lu Jin opened his arms, seemingly dropping all guard, but in reality, he was fully focused, constantly wary of Lin Feng.

Bang!!!

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei, who had been silent and playing chess with his junior brother Tian Jinzhong, instantly flashed in front of Lu Jin and kicked him unconscious.

"Young friend Lin, this old man is confused, don't take it to heart. Reclaiming the Eight Wonders here, with just us old fogeys watching, won't show off your prestige. How about this, in a couple of days, after you take second place, you can take old Lu's Heaven Communicating Talisman Art in front of everyone's eyes. Wouldn't that display your skills even more?"

Zhang Zhiwei abandoned his usual approachable Celestial Master demeanor and suggested to Lin Feng in a very humorous way.

Lin Feng understood his intention. Zhang Zhiwei was afraid that after Lu Jin's Heaven Communicating Talisman Art was reclaimed, his strength would be greatly reduced.

And since everyone present was suspicious, they might find a day to plot against Lu Jin.

Lu Jin would probably not live long then.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng's thoughts stirred. He looked at Zhang Zhiwei, the pleading look in those old eyes flickering frequently.

It made Lin Feng subconsciously turn away: "Then I'll reclaim it at the arena."

After speaking, he ignored the feelings of the other old men and walked straight out.

Just as Lin Feng reached the door, a calm but frantic voice rang out: "Wait!"

Zhang Zhiwei, who had just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to help Lu Jin up, heard this voice again.

He was so frightened that his face almost turned white.

Without hesitation, Zhang Zhiwei picked up Lu Jin and then ran behind Tian Jinzhong with a dada sound.

He carried Lu Jin in one hand and grabbed Tian Jinzhong's wheelchair with the other, and with a swoosh, he dashed past Lin Feng.

That speed was even faster than a normal Practitioner using lightness skill.

"Young friend, I have urgent matters to attend to. These are all senior elders, please be careful."

Zhang Zhiwei's voice slowly drifted over from afar.

The Ten Elders looked in astonishment at Zhang Zhiwei's fleeing figure, one by one unable to keep up with their thoughts.

"Is there something?"

Lin Feng stopped and looked at the person blocking him.

This old man had a fierce-looking face, a scar running across his forehead and through his eye, like a martial art on his face.

The only eye that was visible was full of a fierce aura, and at a glance, he didn't seem like someone to be trifled with.

Lu Ci coldly sized up Lin Feng and slowly said, "You broke the rules and just left like that? Isn't that inappropriate?"

"Oh, right, you are also the inheritor of Spirit Summoning. It seems you haven't gone to see your son yet. Fortunately, Zhiwei didn't take you away."

Lin Feng turned his face to the side, only glanced at Lu Ci, and then turned his gaze to Feng Zhenghao behind him.

He reached out and flicked at Lu Ci in front of him.

In the moment of Lu Ci's stunned reaction, he felt a powerful telekinetic force fling him away.

Bang!

Lu Ci crashed into a brown wooden table and immediately passed out.

Afterward, Feng Zhenghao only felt his body uncontrollably fly in front of Lin Feng.

Then, the memories of Spirit Summoning in his mind and the power in his body began to dissipate completely.

The oily black smoke, just like at the arena, turned Feng Tianyang's Spirit Summoning technique into a pile of pure power in a matter of seconds.

No one saw this scene that appeared again.

Wang Ai hadn't woken up yet, Lu Jin was unconscious, Lu Ci was knocked out with one move, and the only Feng Zhenghao had lost the Spirit Summoning that his family relied on the most.

Thud!!!

After a brief moment of agony, Feng Zhenghao painfully realized that he truly could no longer use Spirit Summoning.

He couldn't even recall the memories of how to use Spirit Summoning. He only knew that he once possessed this technique, but how to cultivate it was completely forgotten.

"Who… who exactly are you?!"

Having lost the weapon he had always relied on, Feng Zhenghao felt an immense sense of grief.

However, he still tried his best to suppress this pain, asking with confusion.

"The true owner of the Eight Wonders."

Lin Feng watched the black smoke gathering in the air, flicked his finger, and the smoke vanished as if blown away by the wind.

"Your power is still there. With a little more practice, you'll still have a place among those Ten Elders of yours."

After doing all this, Lin Feng turned and left, leaving Feng Zhenghao with a figure he deeply resented.

The next day.

The preliminary rounds had already shown a clear picture, with thirty-two individuals reaching the finals.

In this final round, it was no longer a four-person match.

Instead, it was a one-on-one battle. Whoever won would advance to the next round of the competition.

This time, the drawing of lots was the responsibility of the Celestial Master.

And the rest of those old-timers like the Ten Elders were basically nowhere to be seen. Only Lu Jin had to come because he was to impart the Heaven Communicating Talisman Art to the victor.

Everyone else had disappeared, even Feng Zhenghao, along with his siblings, had returned early.

Lin Feng approached the Celestial Master, smiled slightly, and then drew a slip of paper from the box in front of him.

He unfolded it and glanced at it, his gaze then falling on the Taoist from Wudang Mountain, Wang Ye.

Wang Ye, who was waiting in the back, shivered for no reason. He shook his body, looked around uneasily, and then rubbed his arms.

"This uneasy feeling… it's not good."

Wang Ye muttered to himself, watching Lin Feng draw lots, thinking to himself.

He hadn't seen Lin Feng's match, but he had heard from people around him that this person claimed to be reclaiming the Eight Wonders and had already taken the Feng family's Spirit Summoning.

Judging from the fact that the Feng family wasn't here today, it was probably true.

"Lin Feng versus! Wudang Wang Ye!!!"

The Celestial Master took the slip of paper from Lin Feng and announced loudly.

Wang Ye felt a jolt throughout his body, never expecting that he would actually face this person who claimed to be reclaiming the Eight Wonders.

What should he do? Should he reveal his Feng Hou Qimen?