Wang Teng

Just at this critical moment, a clear, cold voice rang out with undeniable authority:

"Patriarch Wang, the rules of the arena state that this is a contest between juniors. It is inappropriate for elders to interfere, wouldn't you agree?"

Before the words had even finished, a peerlessly sharp gust of azure finger-wind arrived, precisely striking the flank of the immense surge of energy.

With a soft "pop," the phantom palm strike, capable of pulverizing Lin Feng into dust, dissolved like a bubble, vanishing into nothingness.

A middle-aged man, clad in the Northern Garrison Command's Flying Fish Robe and with a stern expression, had appeared at the edge of the arena at some unknown time. He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calm as he looked at Wang Xiong.

It was Shen Mo, the Commander of the Northern Garrison Command.

Wang Xiong's chest heaved violently. He stared fixedly at Shen Mo, his voice grating from between his teeth, "Lord Shen! This brat is ruthless and tried to kill my son. Are you going to stop me?"

Shen Mo said calmly, "On the arena, fists and feet have no eyes.

Your son's attacks just now were all lethal, did he show any mercy?

Since the rules were set, they must be followed. I will protect this person."

"You!" Wang Xiong roared in fury. His robes billowed as if in a gale, and a terrifying aura pressed down like a physical force. The crowd below immediately felt a suffocating pressure.

The Northern Garrison Command represented the imperial court, and Shen Mo's strength was unfathomable. Although his Wang Family was powerful, they dared not openly fall out with the Commander of the Northern Garrison Command.

After a few tense breaths, Wang Xiong suppressed his overwhelming rage and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Fine! For Lord Shen's sake!

But if this brat dares to try and kill Tianlong again, my Wang Family will not rest until one of us is dead! Lord Shen cannot protect him every time!"

The threat was naked and direct, echoing in the silent training grounds.

The crisis seemed temporarily averted due to Shen Mo's intervention, but everyone could feel the Wang Family's rage, like a volcanic eruption.

However, Lin Feng seemed to completely ignore Wang Xiong's murderous threat.

The moment the Commander of the Northern Garrison Command blocked the attack and the surge of energy dissipated.

His right palm, which had only paused for an instant, fell again without the slightest hesitation or any sign of holding back, carrying the residual domineering power of the Dragon-Elephant Prison-Suppressing Strength!

"Thud!"

A dull thud, not of metal striking metal, but the chilling sound of flesh and bone shattering.

Under the horrified gazes of countless onlookers, Wang Tianlong's head exploded like an overripe watermelon!

The last traces of terror, venom, and a sliver of disbelief in his eyes froze instantly, all life extinguished.

Red and white matter splattered, staining the arena floor.

His body convulsed violently once, then lay still and limp.

[Killed Late Seventh-Rank Martial Artist Wang Tianlong, gained 100 Slaughter Points!]

A cold system notification sounded in Lin Feng's mind, confirming this "gain."

Lin Feng slowly retracted his palm, his posture steady, as if he had merely done something trivial.

He didn't even glance at the corpse at his feet before turning around.

He faced Wang Xiong, who was now staring with bloodshot eyes, on the verge of madness, from the viewing platform.

To everyone's astonishment, he slowly raised his right hand and, directly facing Wang Xiong, abruptly and provocatively, gave him the middle finger!

A deathly silence!

So quiet you could hear a pin drop!

No one had expected that after the Commander of the Northern Garrison Command had intervened to mediate and the Patriarch of the Wang Family himself had issued a death threat, Lin Feng would not only refrain but would instead strike with even greater decisiveness and speed!

This was not just slapping the Wang Family in the face; it was trampling on Wang Xiong's dignity as the family patriarch and a father's rage, crushing them without mercy!

The raised middle finger pushed this contempt and provocation to the extreme!

"Ah—! You little beast! I will tear you to pieces! Grind your bones to dust!—"

Wang Xiong had completely lost it. His eyes were blood red, his hair and beard bristled, and his ferocious aura surged skyward like smoke, stirring the wind and clouds.

The entire arena hummed under his terrifying aura, as if it would disintegrate at any moment.

He moved slightly, about to rush down without regard for anything, to tear Lin Feng apart with his own hands!

Shen Mo frowned slightly. His body seemed unmoved, yet he had already taken half a step forward.

An even more powerful and chilling invisible aura, like a net cast from heaven, instantly locked onto Wang Xiong. His voice remained calm but carried an irresistible force.

"Patriarch Wang, calm yourself. Do not act rashly."

Wang Xiong's body trembled violently, his forward momentum abruptly halted.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his fingernails dug into his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers, staining his robes.

He stared fixedly at Lin Feng, his gaze filled with extreme hatred, as if he wished to devour his flesh and skin him alive. He clearly saw Lin Feng as a dead man.

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But Shen Mo's unfathomable strength and the background of the Northern Garrison Command were like a basin of ice water poured over his head, allowing his residual reason to suppress his boiling murderous intent.

He ultimately didn't dare to make another move in front of Shen Mo.

"Good! Good! Good!" Wang Xiong said the word "good" three times, each one seeming to be squeezed from the depths of his throat, filled with bone-deep hatred and killing intent that was almost tangible. "Lin Feng! You are very good! You are very good!!"

He suddenly turned to Shen Mo, his voice hoarse. "Lord Shen! This brat is lawless and killed my beloved son in public. This hatred is irreconcilable!

According to the rules, life and death on the stage are up to fate. I accept that! But my Wang Family has other disciples! I demand that the competition continue! Today, we will determine life and death!"

Hearing this, Lin Feng's expression was calm, as if he hadn't just killed someone.

Facing Wang Xiong's ravenous gaze and Shen Mo's scrutiny, he calmly uttered two words: "Come at me. I'll kill as many as come!"

Wang Xiong almost choked the words out of his throat, each one dripping with bloody hatred.

"Next, my Wang Family's eldest legitimate son, Wang Teng, will battle you!

Properly, on the stage, I will take your dog life!"

Upon mentioning the name "Wang Teng," Wang Xiong's almost uncontrollable emotions seemed to find a sliver of solace, stabilizing slightly, but the venom in his eyes intensified.

He stared at Lin Feng, word by word, like a curse.

"You little beast, don't think you can turn the tables just because you had some lucky encounter and learned a few parlor tricks!

Teng'er is the number one on the Great Qian Dynasty's Yellow Ranking, the strongest contemporary Seventh-Rank martial artist, bar none! Killing you will be like slaughtering pigs and dogs!"

"Number one on the Yellow Ranking?!" A much larger gasp erupted from the crowd below, the sound almost strong enough to overturn the martial arts arena.

"It's actually Young Master Wang Teng! He rushed back from the provincial capital?"

"It's over, Lin Feng is completely finished!

Number one on the Yellow Ranking, that's a peerless genius ranked at the very top among all Seventh-Rank martial artists in the entire Great Qian Dynasty! His strength far surpasses Wang Tianlong!"

"Far surpasses him and then some! I heard Young Master Wang Teng has already reached the peak of Seventh-Rank, with one foot already in the Sixth-Rank realm. He's even fought against a true Sixth-Rank martial artist and didn't lose!

He's the recognized prodigy most likely to enter the Middle Three Ranks, the Grandmaster realm, within the next five years!"

"Lin Feng killing Wang Tianlong was already a stroke of luck. Against Young Master Wang Teng, he has no chance of survival!"

The discussions surged like a tide, filled with reverence for Wang Teng and certainty about Lin Feng's fate.

And on the stage, the moment Lin Feng heard the name "Wang Teng," his eyes instantly turned ice-cold.

A fierce killing intent surged from the depths of his heart, ten times stronger than when he faced Wang Tianlong!

Wang Teng?

So it was him!

Fragments of memory flooded back like a tide—his encounter with the inexplicable assassination attempt by the Fierce Tiger Gang.

The betrayal and obstruction by his colleagues in the Northern Garrison Command, and even the inexplicable siege of Black Wind Village this time, all had the shadow of the Wang Family behind them...

The mastermind behind all of this pointed directly to that high and mighty young master of the Wang Family, Wang Teng!

Especially when his servant forcefully broke into his dilapidated old house and arrogantly announced, as if bestowing a favor.

"My young master fancies Lin Wan and wants to take her as a concubine. The auspicious date is set for one month from now. By then, make sure she's well-groomed and delivered to the Wang Estate. You won't be shortchanged!"

He could never forget that repulsive face and the look of despair and fear in his sister Lin Wan's eyes at the time!

New grievances and old hatreds intertwined instantly, transforming into a sky-high rage and a resolve to kill that surged within his chest!

Lin Feng met Wang Xiong's venomous and confident gaze, as if he had already seen himself being brutally killed by Wang Teng, and spoke coldly. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly carried throughout the entire venue.

"Number one on the Yellow Ranking? Very good! I'd like to see how many moves this so-called number one can take from me."

"Arrogant and ignorant!" Before Wang Xiong could retort, the head of the Li Family, who had been watching from the sidelines, scoffed first, his tone filled with disdain.

"A frog in a well dares to speak of the heavens?

Young Master Wang Teng's abilities are immense, how can someone like you, who relies on luck, possibly comprehend them?"

On the other side, the head of the Nalan Family stroked his beard and slowly shook his head, his tone carrying undisguised mockery and contempt. "Young man, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!

Do you think winning against Wang Tianlong by luck makes you arrogant enough to challenge a true latent dragon?

When Young Master Wang Teng arrives, it will be your death day! Cherish this last bit of time you have to breathe."

The heads of the three great families spoke almost simultaneously, their words filled with extreme mockery and contempt.

Their certainty and confidence clearly demonstrated Wang Teng's formidable strength, and an invisible pressure descended upon Lin Feng like a mountain.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for Wang Teng's appearance, anticipating a completely one-sided battle of annihilation, a crushing victory of a celestial being against a mortal.

Facing the pressure from the combined might of the three family heads and the overwhelming mockery.

Lin Feng's expression remained unchanged, his eyes still as cold as iron. He simply uttered four words, clear and forceful:

"Too much nonsense."

His gaze, like lightning, swept across the spectators in the stands, finally settling again on Wang Xiong's ashen face. His voice suddenly rose, resonating throughout the entire venue:

"Tell that dog Wang Teng to come quickly and accept his death!"