The Great Era of Contention

"He's Lin San from Heavenly Heart City!?"

Whispers immediately rose all around them. It was clear that people had heard of Lin San.

They said his talent was terrifying, and his swordsmanship was exceptional. Even experts had weighed in, calling him the greatest swordsman of the next hundred years.

"Ding-dong. A Son of Heaven detected. Level: Epic!"

Qin Feng's eyes lit up. His heart brimmed with joy.

Since Qin Hao was his own little brother, he could never go all out against him. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to explain himself to his parents, and as a result, it had taken him more than five years to earn 240,000 Villain Points.

Now he'd found someone with no ties to him. He could finally let loose.

If he remembered correctly, his second younger brother was also an Epic Son of Heaven.

At that moment—

The two sets of parents exchanged awkward smiles, but neither called a stop.

Lin Hao had come to form an alliance, but he didn't want his daughter marrying a good-for-nothing.

To secure the alliance, Qin Tian naturally wanted his Good Eldest Son, Qin Feng, to show off his strength.

It wouldn't be a big deal if he lost. After all, he was only eight, while his opponent was already thirteen or fourteen, and had reached the third level of the Transcendent Realm.

But if he won, he'd make quite a splash.

"Fine. I'll play with you!"

Qin Feng understood what his father was getting at, and it suited him just fine. A powerful aura surged around him, and the fallen leaves on the ground slowly rose into the air.

"First level of the Transcendent Realm?!"

The faces of Lin Hao and the other experts from Heavenly Heart City all changed. In their hearts, they cried out that this boy had the talent of a great emperor.

An eight-year-old in the Transcendent Realm—unprecedented!

And especially the way he'd made the leaves float. If they weren't mistaken, this was the signature technique of the Qin family's Tenth Ancestor: Falling Leaves Flying.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would believe that a boy so young could master such a remarkable technique?

At last, Lin Hao understood why the Great Xia Royal Family had been targeting the Qin family at every turn. If these two children were allowed to grow up, wouldn't they be able to replace the royal family whenever they pleased?

"Please, teach me!"

Lin San was a man of honor. Before making his move, he even remembered to warn his opponent.

But he had clearly overestimated Qin Feng's scruples. Qin Feng never let his guard down around a Son of Heaven, and he never fought fair. All the more so when his opponent was two minor levels above him.

Before Lin San could react, Qin Feng pointed with his fingers. The falling leaves instantly transformed into sharp cutting blades and hurtled toward Lin San from every direction.

"Hey! Do you have any honor at all?!"

Lin Xin'er furiously condemned Qin Feng for his behavior. It was bad enough that he'd attacked without warning, but he'd gone all out and opened with a powerful move. He was utterly despicable.

Clang!

Lin San drew his sword without a hint of haste and thrust. The blade trembled lightly, casting a faint Sword Shadow. His sword flowed like water under the moon, its weightless strokes batting away the incoming leaves, which shattered into fragments.

He thrust again. A fierce sword wind sprang forth, and the flying leaves seemed to lose their guiding force and drift down. Lin San's sword-wielding figure flickered in and out among them.

With a bang, Lin San swept out a flash of sword light and broke Qin Feng's Falling Leaves Flying.

His whole performance had been flashy as hell, but several cuts still marked his body, and his heaving chest showed how much that move had cost him.

"Now's my chance!"

Following the principle of striking while the iron was hot, Qin Feng stepped into the mystifying Phantom Shadow Free and Unfettered and shot straight at Lin San. Giving him no chance to react, Qin Feng swung a fist the size of a sandbag at his face.

"Ah!"

Lin San cried out and flew backward.

"Brother, you're amazing!!"

Qin Hao danced about in delight, celebrating his older brother's victory in advance.

But his behavior annoyed Lin Xin'er, who loudly cheered Lin San on.

"Ding-dong. Congratulations, host! You punched a Son of Heaven and earned 200 Villain Points!"

When the Villain Points hit his account, Qin Feng immediately surged with fighting spirit, ready to keep going all day.

But he had clearly underestimated Lin San's fighting ability. Before Qin Feng could launch a combo, Lin San quickly steadied himself and darted forward. He streaked across the sky like a lone swan, while a dark, water-like sword light shimmered in his hand.

"Sword Intent!!"

Qin Tian and the others cried out in alarm, their hearts calling Lin San a monster.

Sword Intent was what every swordsman dreamed of comprehending. Once mastered, it could elevate the power of one's swordsmanship by several levels and greatly strengthen one's fighting ability.

"Not good!!"

Qin Feng could feel how dangerous this strike was. He had no intention of meeting it head-on, and quickly dodged.

But Lin San had already recovered from his initial disadvantage. With his two-level advantage over Qin Feng, along with his Sword Intent, he swung his sword like a breeze, sending layers of Sword Shadow sweeping toward Qin Feng.

Even Qin Feng's Phantom Shadow Free and Unfettered footwork was extraordinarily mysterious, yet he was still like a little boat sailing through towering waves, at risk of capsizing at any moment.

"Way to go, Lin San! Teach this brat a proper lesson!"

Lin Xin'er clapped happily from the sidelines, and even stuck out her little tongue at Qin Hao in disdain.

"Brother, keep going!!"

Qin Hao was red-faced with anger. He shouted himself hoarse as he cheered Qin Feng on.

The others paid no attention to the two children. They were already stunned by the pair.

If they were honest, none of them could have broken into the Transcendent Realm at eight, nor comprehended Sword Intent at thirteen or fourteen.

"The waves behind drive on those before!"

Everyone present shared the same thought. They knew the Great Era of Contention was about to return.

Whenever so many Heavenly Prides appeared at once, it meant the Ancient Wasteland was about to be reshuffled.

At that moment—

Qin Feng had no mind for the Great Era of Contention. All he could think about was how to beat this kid up and earn Villain Points.

"If this keeps up, forget earning Villain Points—I'll be defeated before long!"

Qin Feng was driven back again and again, completely on the defensive, unable to fight back at all.

There was no choice!

The atmosphere had been built up to this point. He couldn't afford to lose face.

He had to use his ultimate move and call on System Dad to exchange for the second volume of Phantom Shadow Free and Unfettered!!

"Ding-dong. Congratulations, host! You spent 10,000 Villain Points to exchange for the second volume of Phantom Shadow Free and Unfettered!"

"10,000 points!"

Qin Feng's heart ached terribly. How many days would he have to beat up his second younger brother to save 10,000 points? His goal of exchanging for 100% compatibility had just moved even farther away.

No!

Today, he had to beat those points back out of Lin San!

Qin Feng danced along with the figure in his mind, turning into a breeze that swayed amid the dark, water-like sword light. Flying hundreds of meters with ease was no problem at all.

"What?!"

Everyone's faces changed abruptly. They could see that Qin Feng's movement technique had broken through in the middle of battle.

His speed was clearly much greater than before, and his footwork had grown even more mysterious. He easily dodged the heavy layers of sword light Lin San swung at him.

"Good, good, good! My son Qin Feng has the talent of a great emperor!"

Qin Tian couldn't help laughing with delight. He was practically itching to grab a megaphone and shout into Lin Hao's ear.

"How powerful!"

Lin San wore an expression of unprecedented seriousness. He knew that without showing his true skill, he couldn't defeat his opponent.

His sleeves fluttered without a breeze, snapping in the air. The dark, water-like sword light in his hand swayed with the wind. The air split apart, letting out mournful howls.

"Hmm!!"

Qin Feng could tell Lin San was about to unleash a powerful move. He raised his hand and shouted at the empty air:

Sword Come!!