Ten Day Pact

Lin Feng's words had barely fallen.

The next moment, a lavishly decorated carriage bearing the Wang family crest, drew the attention of all eyes as it entered the training grounds.

The crowd automatically parted, creating a path. All gazes were fixed on the carriage door, anticipating the appearance of the top-ranked fighter on the Yellow Ranking, the Wang family's true dragon, Wang Teng.

The curtain was lifted.

Instead of the noble young master everyone had imagined, a middle-aged man in grey, with a sharp and determined face, emerged.

His gaze was as piercing as an eagle's, sweeping across the entire area before finally landing on Lin Feng on the stage, filled with undisguised contempt.

"It's Wang Fu! Young Master Wang Teng's personal attendant!" someone exclaimed in a low voice.

Wang Fu, ranked forty-ninth on the Yellow Ranking, was a martial artist at the peak of Seventh Rank.

Despite being a servant, his strength was enough to establish his own sect in the martial world.

Wang Fu strode towards the stage and stopped below it. He sneered at Lin Feng on the platform, "You're Lin Feng?"

Lin Feng looked at him expressionlessly.

"You think you're worthy of fighting my young master?" Wang Fu's voice boomed, full of mockery. "My young master is currently discussing the Dao with a Grandmaster in the prefecture and doesn't have time to deal with an ant like you.

I heard you have some tricks up your sleeve, so he sent me to clean you up, to avoid dirtying his hands."

He paused, his tone becoming even more dismissive. "Break your own meridians and beg for mercy on your knees, and perhaps I'll leave you with a whole corpse.

Otherwise, today I'll make you wish you were dead!"

The crowd below whispered amongst themselves, expressing both dissatisfaction with the Wang family's arrogance and worry for Lin Feng's predicament – Wang Teng didn't even deign to show up himself! This was too insulting!

Lin Feng's eyes turned cold. Before he could speak, a system notification sounded in his mind:

[Defeating Wang Teng's servant will yield 200 Slaughter Points.]

"A mere old dog dares to bark," Lin Feng said calmly. "If Wang Teng doesn't dare to come, I'll kill you first."

"You're seeking death!" Wang Fu roared. His body exploded forward, like a hawk preying on a rabbit, lunging straight for the stage.

Before he even arrived, a powerful aura of a peak Seventh Rank martial artist swept out, its oppressive force far exceeding that of Wang Tianlong before him.

His palms moved rapidly, his palm strikes sharp and fierce. This was one of the Wang family's ultimate skills, "Rending Stone Palm," and it was clear he had mastered its essence.

Lin Feng met the attack with his own palm. He activated the "Dragon-Elephant Prison-Suppressing Strength," and the clash of energies produced a dull thud.

In the initial exchange, Lin Feng's body swayed slightly, retreating half a step.

His apparent cultivation was only at the mid-Eighth Rank, and confronting a peak Seventh Rank directly put him at a slight disadvantage.

"Hmph, so you really are just relying on brute force!" Wang Fu pressed his advantage relentlessly, his attacks like a tidal wave. He taunted continuously, "With just this much skill, you dare to provoke the Wang family? You're not even worthy of carrying my young master's shoes!"

His palm strikes rained down, enveloping Lin Feng and forcing him into a purely defensive stance, making his situation seem perilous.

Below the stage, Wang Xiong saw this and a hint of schadenfreude and ferocity finally appeared on his face. He sneered at Shen Mo beside him, "Lord Shen, it seems the person you're protecting is ultimately useless! A mere servant sent by Teng'er can easily take his life!"

Shen Mo frowned slightly, watching the stage, and remained silent.

The surrounding spectators also shook their heads, thinking that Lin Feng's strength had reached its limit.

Just as Wang Fu's palm was about to strike Lin Feng's shoulder, believing victory was within his grasp.

Lin Feng deflected the opponent's palm, using the momentum to retreat two steps, his mind sinking into the system.

He recalled that when he had inventoried his storage bag earlier, there was a peculiar saber technique he had obtained from a past mission – "Netherworld Ghost Blade." It was insidious and treacherous, but because it was difficult to cultivate and didn't align with his previous path, he had left it untouched.

"System, consume Slaughter Points to upgrade 'Netherworld Ghost Blade'!"

[Consuming 150 Slaughter Points, 'Netherworld Ghost Blade' has been upgraded to Grandmaster level!]

Instantly, all the profound mysteries of "Netherworld Ghost Blade," its energy channeling methods, and killing techniques flooded Lin Feng's mind like a tide, and he quickly understood, mastered, and integrated them!

It was as if he had been practicing this saber technique for decades!

At the same time, with the system's internal energy infusion, the true qi within his body surged, breaking through bottlenecks!

Late Eighth Rank!

Peak Eighth Rank!

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. To outsiders, Lin Feng merely retreated, his aura seeming to falter for a moment.

Wang Fu grinned sinisterly, "Exhausted? Take your life!"

He lunged again, his Rending Stone Palm power pushed to its peak, intending to kill Lin Feng with a single blow.

Wang Xiong's lips curved into a cold arc, already envisioning the scene of Lin Feng's skull being shattered.

However, Lin Feng suddenly looked up, his eyes shooting out a sharp light. There was no sign of exhaustion at all!

He reached back into his storage bag and pulled out a long saber with an ancient, peculiar style, exuding a chilling ghostly aura – it was Lin Feng's own saber.

Now, nourished by the Netherworld Ghost Blade, it had become a formidable Netherworld Ghost Blade!

The saber light flashed, like a ghost passing by, silent and traceless, yet carrying a bone-chilling coldness and a deathly aura that extinguished all life!

Netherworld Ghost Blade, Grandmaster level – Soul-Reaping Impermanence!

The sinister grin on Wang Fu's face froze instantly, his pupils contracting sharply.

He felt a blade's shadow flash past, indescribable and impossible to grasp. His palm strike and protective true qi were like paper against it.

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

"Pfft—"

The faint sound of a blade slicing through a throat rang out.

Wang Fu's charging figure froze abruptly. He clutched his neck, blood gushing from between his fingers like a fountain.

He stared at Lin Feng with disbelief, a gurgling sound coming from his throat before he finally crashed to the ground, dead.

[Killed Wang Fu, a cultivator at the peak of Seventh Rank, gained 200 Slaughter Points!]

The cold system notification confirmed the result.

Silence fell over the entire scene.

A one-hit kill!

Wang Fu, who had held the absolute advantage moments ago and was arrogantly unmatched, the forty-ninth on the Yellow Ranking, a peak Seventh Rank cultivator, was instantly killed by Lin Feng's single blade strike!

The smile on Wang Xiong's face froze completely, then twisted into disbelief and rage. His face instantly flushed red as blood: "Impossible!!"

He abruptly stood up, his Blood Essence surging. His earlier pronouncements still echoed in his ears, but reality had just delivered a harsh slap to his face.

The humiliation came so quickly, so fiercely!

"Pfft—" Overwhelmed by anger and shock, Wang Xiong actually spat out a mouthful of blood. His body swayed as he pointed at Lin Feng, his voice hoarse and distorted.

"You little beast! You... you cheated! You killed my son, and then you killed my servant! If you have the guts, fight Teng'er honorably! Bullying the weak, a victory without righteousness!"

Some forces allied with the Wang family and onlookers who couldn't grasp the situation also chimed in:

"Yeah, what's so impressive about killing a servant!"

"Have the guts to wait until Young Master Wang Teng returns!"

"Sneaking and ambushing is not the act of a hero!"

Lin Feng stood with his blade, blood dripping from the tip.

He swept his gaze coldly over the hecklers, his eyes finally settling on Wang Xiong, filled with undisguised mockery.

"Old dog, shut up."

His voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out all the noise.

"The Black Wind寨 bandits besieging the city, was that your Wang family and that Wang Teng's doing? Trying to use a borrowed knife to kill?"

Wang Xiong's eyes sharpened. Though he didn't admit it, that momentary flicker was caught by many.

At the same time, the Slaughter panel popped up a notification.

[Defeating Wang Teng will yield 5000 Slaughter Points!]

Lin Feng didn't wait for his retort. He pointed his long blade at Wang Xiong, his voice resolute, resounding throughout the entire scene:

"Tell Wang Teng to wash his neck and wait."

"Ten days! Just ten days!"

"Once I've dealt with the Black Wind Village bandits, I'll take his dog head and offer it to my blade!"

As his words fell, he no longer paid attention to the trembling Wang Xiong or the stunned crowd.

He gave Shen Mo a slight nod, sheathed his blade, and leaped directly off the stage, his figure disappearing in the direction of the city's outskirts.

The ten-day pact had been made!