The Challenge

His Majesty Joanne narrowed his eyes. 🐳♔ 👺♬

The intelligence provides detailed information about the Dragonblood Warrior, stating that reaching level nine in human form is definitely enough to reach the Saint Realm. And once they reach the Saint Realm in human form, they are invincible within the Saint Realm during their transformation.

Just now, Lin Feng didn't even transform; in his human form, he was able to severely injure a level nine expert with his bare hands. That definitely means he reached the Saint Realm Saint Realm, and he did so in his human form.

Having reached the Saint Realm level in human form, George knew what that meant. "Invincible within the Saint Realm."

In His Majesty Joanne An's heart, Lin Feng's status continued to rise.

"Lin Feng, you are truly the most remarkable genius I have ever seen. Even Olivier is far inferior!" His Joanne laughed heartily.

In terms of warrior skills, Olivier might be able to catch up with Lin Feng before his transformation.

And in magic, needless to say, he's the greatest genius in history; who can compare?

In the realm of stone carving? A sixteen-year-old master stone carver—who wouldn't admire him if they loved stone carving?

Reaching the pinnacle in any one aspect is already rare, but to reach the pinnacle in the three most crucial aspects can only be described as "genius".

"Your Majesty," Lin Feng said, not wanting to waste time with Joanne, "I have only just arrived in Imperial Capital Imperial Capital and am not very familiar with many things here. However, I know Princess Nina. As the head of the Baruch Clan, I would like to ask Your Majesty if you would be willing to marry Nina into my Baruch Clan?"

After Hogg's death, Lin Feng became the head of the Baruch Clan.

However, this so-called clan leader is actually just one of two people in the entire clan.

"This..." His Majesty Joanne was somewhat flustered by Lin Feng's sudden attack.

Indeed, Joanne was very interested in Lin Feng's talent.

Throughout the O'Brien Empire, there are many Saint Warrior, with the War God Sect alone having quite a few. However, Saint-level Magus are few and far between. And those who truly obey the royal family's orders are pitifully few.

Saint-level Magus may not be very intimidating in one-on-one combat.

But during wartime, the deterrent power of Saint-level Magus is terrifying.

Imagine if a Saint-level Magus were to unleash a forbidden Destruction spell on your Imperial Capital. How devastating would that be? Your painstakingly built million-strong army would be wiped out by a single forbidden spell, "Destruction Storm."

Twenty-seven years old, a master of both magic and martial arts.

"What a talent!"

Saint-level Magus is far more appealing than Saint Warrior.

"Master Lin Feng, please allow me to consider this." His Majesty Joanne An's attitude was extremely courteous.

"Then I'll stay with my brother and await His Majesty's decision," Lin Feng said with a faint smile. "Your Majesty, I'll take my leave now."

Lin Feng sighed inwardly. He knew that Joanne was tempted, but the pressure from the War God Sect was too great. If Blumer hadn't been chosen as a personal disciple, Lin Feng believed that Joanne would have immediately discussed Wharton and Nina's wedding date with him, and they might even have skipped the engagement altogether.

"Master Lin Feng, how about having a meal with me?" His Majesty Joanne An quickly suggested.

"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty, but I have other matters to attend to," Lin Feng said with a smile. Joanne An showed a hint of disappointment but did not press the matter, replying with a smile, "Then next time."

"I hope Joanne is wise, or she won't blame me for causing a scene in the Imperial Capital," Lin Feng thought to himself before leaving the study with Wharton.

Lin Feng and Wharton walked inside the palace. Wharton was very excited. "Brother, I've never seen His Majesty so humble before, not even towards that Blumer."

"The O'Brien Empire has many Saint Warrior, but very few Saint-level Magus," Lin Feng said with a faint smile. "He mainly values my status Saint Magus."

The 27-year-old dual saint of magic and martial arts.

If word got out, it would be absolutely terrifying.

No one knows how terrifying Lin Feng will be in the future.

"Judging from His Majesty's expression, he's probably pondering this quite a bit. I've been in the Empire for so long, and I've never heard of Saint-level Magus," Wharton remarked.

Saint-level Magus are extremely rare in the O'Brien Empire.

"Hmm?" Wharton suddenly looked at a person in the distance.

Seeing Wharton stop, Lin Feng asked in confusion, "What are you looking at?"

"Oh, it's you, Wharton. What? Going to see His Majesty?" A cold voice rang out, and Lin Feng looked over as well. With just one glance, Lin Feng judged that the young man in front of him was also quite strong.

"He must be Olivier's brother, Blumer."

Lin Feng was thinking to himself when he heard Wharton say coldly, "Blumer, what are you doing over there?"

Wharton was quite familiar with the palace, especially with the residence of the Seventh Princess, Nina. That direction led directly to Nina's residence.

Blumer smiled indifferently, "What? Can't I go see Princess Nina?"

"To see Princess Nina?" Wharton suddenly calmed down. "Blumer, I reckon you didn't even get through the gate."

That's true.

Blumer went to see Nina, but Nina simply closed the door and refused to see him.

Blumer felt a surge of anger. In his entire life, apart from admiring his elder brother, he had never truly respected anyone. This time, becoming the War God God's personal disciple only made him more confident.

"Yes, they couldn't get in," Blumer said in a low voice.

Wharton smiled calmly, "Blumer, do you think becoming the War God's personal disciple guarantees you'll marry Nina? Dream on! Bro, let's go."

Lin Feng smiled faintly, shook his head, and turned to leave with Wharton.

"Stop!" Blumer suddenly shouted.

"Oh?" Wharton turned to look at him. "Excuse me, disciple of the War God, is there anything else?"

Blumer stared at him coldly. "Wharton, I've heard you're from the Dragonblood Warrior clan, and your strength after transformation is formidable. But I don't believe it. Today, I formally challenge you. Do you dare accept?"

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes, but remained silent.

"Wharton has been cultivating in the Imperial Capital without experiencing any setbacks, which has made him somewhat arrogant. Let this Blumer temper his arrogance and hone his skills. With me there to back Wharton up, I don't need to worry about Wharton life being in danger."

Wharton, standing nearby, paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "What's there to be afraid of?"

"One month from now, at the Imperial Capital's ' Martial Arena,' I will invite His Majesty and all the senior brothers from the War God Sect to co-host. If you don't have the guts, you can forfeit," Blumer said coldly.

Blumer then stopped looking at Wharton and walked away.

Lin Feng gave Wharton an approving look and smiled, "We, the descendants of the Dragonblood Warrior Clan, should have this kind of confidence."

Blumer quickly informed Emperor Joanne of the challenge, Joanne then sent someone to inquire whether Wharton's claims were true. Upon learning that it was indeed true, Joanne immediately ordered preparations to begin for this duel between two geniuses.

Especially after news of this decisive battle spread, the people of the entire Imperial Capital became excited.

Blumer, a ninth-level expert and a direct disciple of War God.

One is Wharton, a prodigy from the O'Brien Institute and a member of the Dragonblood Warrior Clan!

Most importantly, both of these geniuses were in love with the Seventh Imperial Princess. Given people's innate gossip-loving nature, they naturally assumed that the two were locked in a battle for the Seventh Princess. All sorts of rumors about Wharton, Blumer, and Nina began to spread throughout the streets and alleys of the Imperial Capital.

In the Training Ground behind the Count's Mansion on Fushi Road in the eastern part of the Imperial Capital.

Lin Feng and Wharton were standing at opposite ends of the Training Ground, while a group of people, including the butler Hiri, Hillman, and Barker, watched from a distance.

Wharton was determined to win the decisive battle on Land 24.

Lin Feng stared directly at Wharton: "Wharton, since that Blumer is famous for his sword speed, I'll now spar with you using a fast sword. Don't hold back at all; unleash your full power."

"Yes, bro." Bare-chested Wharton immediately began his transformation.

Azure dragon scales covered Wharton's entire body, including his hands and feet, and his nails had become sharp. A dragon tail emerged from his tail, and a dragon horn appeared on his forehead.

His eyes were black, with only a glimmer of gold occasionally flashing across them.

"This is the true form of the Dragonblood Warrior of the family." Lin Feng sighed inwardly upon seeing his younger brother's transformation, then shouted, "Wharton, go all out! Quickly!"

"Know."

Wharton's eyes lit up, and with a powerful stomp of his thigh, a hole immediately appeared in the ground. Wharton then charged towards Lin Feng in a blur, wielding a Warblade Slaughter blade stained with countless drops of blood.

"Heaviness in Lightness!" The Violet Blood Divine Sword in Lin Feng's hand seemed to slowly block the battle blade's Warblade Slaughter, as if it weighed ten thousand pounds. But in reality, it strangely blocked the battle blade's Warblade Slaughter.

"Boom!" The two forces collided.

Lin Feng felt as if he had been hit by a giant meteorite, and the astonishing impact was transmitted directly from the Violet Blood Divine Sword.

"His strength is indeed outrageously great; among ninth-level experts, very few could withstand him." Lin Feng thought to himself, full of admiration. The Dragonblood Warrior's strength was indeed terrifyingly powerful.

Of course, with Wharton's current strength, even if the Dragonblood Warrior transforms, he won't be a threat to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng spun around like a whirlwind, easily dodging Wharton.

"Call out!"

Nine consecutive purple lights flashed. This was just the normal speed of the Violet Blood Divine Sword. In Lin Feng's opinion, Blumer's sword was just fast. It would be quite good if he could reach the ordinary level of the Violet Blood Soft Sword.

Wharton lightly touched the ground with his toes and quickly dodged backward, while simultaneously using his battle blade, Warblade Slaughter, to Extreme Speed block Lin Feng's attack.

However, he only managed to block six of the sword lights; Lin Feng still managed to strike Wharton three more times in succession.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Three metallic clangs rang out, Wharton's azure scales shattered instantly, with streaks of blood seeping from the broken pieces.

Lin Feng sheathed his Violet Blood Soft Sword, looked at Wharton, and chuckled, "Not bad, not bad. With your current scale armor defense, most level nine experts shouldn't be able to break through it. Just be wary of Blumer's ultimate move; don't be too careless."