Yellow Ranking Prodigy

Half an hour later, Lin Feng stood alone before the magnificent vermilion gates of the Wang Family estate.

After an announcement, he was led into the grand assembly hall.

The head of the Wang Family, Wang Xiong, a burly middle-aged man with sharp eyes, sat at the main seat.

Several core disciples of the Wang Family stood on either side, their gazes unfriendly.

"Lin Feng?" Wang Xiong appraised him from head to toe, a mocking smirk playing on his lips. "You're the lone star who just killed Zhao Tianhao and provoked Li Tianxiong to march on the city? What a display of power!"

His voice suddenly turned sharp. "Do you know that because of you, Black Rock City is in grave danger!

How many common folk and merchants have suffered because of you! My Wang Family's businesses have also suffered greatly!"

Lin Feng's expression was impassive. "Patriarch Wang, I am acting on the orders of the Northern Garrison Commander..."

"The Northern Garrison Commander?" Wang Xiong interrupted rudely, slamming the armrest of his chair and standing up. He pointed at Lin Feng's nose and berated him, "Don't try to pressure me with Shen Mo!

You disaster-bringer, you bring unrest wherever you go! Are you willing to drag the entire city down with you for your own sake?"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He scanned his surroundings and said sternly.

"In my opinion, there's no need to wait for Li Tianxiong to attack!

We should just apprehend you, the prime culprit, tie you up, and send you out of the city to be dealt with by the Black Wind Fort leader!

Then, the Black Wind Stronghold will naturally retreat, and the siege of Black Rock City will be lifted! Guards, seize him!"

Several Wang Family guards stepped forward in response, their murderous intent palpable.

Lin Feng's eyes turned icy, as if he were looking at a group of dead men.

"Wang Xiong," his voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. "You want to take my head to curry favor with the bandits outside the city? It seems your Wang Family and the Black Wind Stronghold indeed have a close relationship!"

Are you afraid I'll uncover more of your dealings, and are now cornered like a desperate dog?"

"Insolence!" Wang Xiong, struck at his sore spot, instantly flew into a rage, his face turning red. "You mere child, daring to slander my Wang Family when death is upon you!

Today, I, the Patriarch, will personally kill you, and then beg forgiveness from Lord Shen Mo!"

Mighty internal energy erupted from Wang Xiong's body. He took a step forward, the ground trembling slightly. His right hand formed a palm, carrying a sharp gust of wind, and struck directly at Lin Feng's crown!

The pressure of a Seventh-Rank Martial Artist was unleashed without reservation, intending to kill in a single blow!

The surrounding Wang Family disciples showed expressions of schadenfreude, as if they could already see the scene of Lin Feng's brains splattering.

At this critical moment, Lin Feng abruptly raised the jade token in his hand, channeling his internal energy into it.

The jade token immediately emitted a soft yet undeniable glow, and an aura of authority belonging to the Northern Garrison Commander permeated the air.

"Wang Xiong! Look clearly at what this is!" Lin Feng shouted.

Wang Xiong's palm strike stopped abruptly less than three inches from Lin Feng's forehead.

He stared intently at the jade token, his expression shifting rapidly.

He recognized it. This was indeed Shen Mo's personal token, and it was not fake.

Furthermore, a cold voice, as if speaking directly into his ear, was Shen Mo's recorded message left in the jade token:

"Wang Xiong, Lin Feng holds my token, as if I were present myself.

The Black Wind Stronghold is besieging the city, and we must work together. I order your Wang Family to provide men and provisions to assist Lin Feng in suppressing the bandits.

However, mere words are not enough to convince your Wang Family members.

I hereby order: let Lin Feng compete in martial arts against the young disciples of your Wang Family. If he can win and take the championship, your Wang Family shall act according to this order, providing manpower and resources to help him leave the city.

If he loses... then, as you said, he will be handed over to the Black Wind Stronghold for disposal.

This is a military order, and there shall be no mistakes!"

After listening to the recorded message, Wang Xiong's angry expression gradually turned into a sinister, cold grin.

He retracted his hand, his imposing aura subsided, and he looked at Lin Feng as if he were a trapped beast.

"Good! Since Lord Shen has made such an arrangement, my Wang Family will naturally comply!"

"This will also prevent others from saying that our Wang Family bullies the younger generation and disrespects the Northern Garrison Command."

Wang Xiong's gaze locked onto Lin Feng, with undisguised contempt. He deliberately pointed to a young man in the crowd with a stern expression, holding a long spear.

"Lin Feng, don't say my Wang Family doesn't give you a chance. See? That is my Wang Family's illegitimate son, Wang Tianlong!

Although born out of wedlock, he is a genuine Late Seventh-Rank Martial Artist! He is also ranked 100th on the Yellow Ranking!"

He deliberately emphasized the words "100th on the Yellow Ranking," causing an uproar among the onlookers.

The Yellow Ranking listed the most outstanding martial artists under the third rank, aged thirty and below, from all over the world. Those who made the list were all elites among their peers, considered peak powerhouses!

"To die at the hands of a Yellow Ranking expert would be your good fortune!" Wang Xiong sneered, as if he could already see Lin Feng being brutally killed.

Just then, a cold light screen, visible only to Lin Feng, popped up before his eyes:

[Detected target that can be suppressed and killed: Wang Tianlong (Late Seventh-Rank, 100th on the Yellow Ranking)]

[Suppression and Kill Reward: 100 Slaughter Points]

Lin Feng looked at the illegitimate son named Wang Tianlong. The latter was also looking at him, his eyes cold, as if he were looking at a dead man. The long spear in his arms emanated a chilling aura.

Lin Feng merely flexed his wrist, the joints cracking softly, as he faced Wang Xiong's taunts and the system's prompt.

Meeting Wang Tianlong's icy gaze, a faint smile touched his lips, his voice echoing clearly across the training grounds:

"Number one hundred on the Yellow Ranking? Excellent. My merit book is just missing a decent name like that."

Wang Tianlong's eyes sharpened. He said no more, his body a blur as he shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow. His spear transformed into a point of cold light, aimed directly at Lin Feng's throat!

The spear strike was like a dragon's roar, astonishingly fast!