Apologies Aren't Enough, You Want to Steal My A-Rank War Blade?

"You... say that again?"

Lin Feng slowly turned around, the gaze beneath his cloak growing colder by the moment.

He had already made the greatest concession.

Not only had he returned the Magic Core, but he had also offered up all the spoils he had fought so hard to obtain as compensation.

This wasn't just backing down—it was cutting off his own flesh.

Yet the other party seemed unsatisfied.

They didn't just want the meat; they wanted to swallow the bones whole as well.

"Friend, aren't you pushing things a bit too far?"

Lin Feng's voice no longer carried the earlier "amiability," but instead held a bone-chilling coldness.

Uncle Fu stared at him expressionlessly.

"My young master's sword is a C-Rank weapon, worth over a million. You broke his blade, and you think some E-Rank Magic Cores are enough to settle this?"

He extended a finger, pointing at the Mountain Splitter on Lin Feng's back.

"That blade of yours is no low-grade item—I'd say at least C-Rank. Using it to compensate for my young master's broken sword is just right."

The White-Clad Youth beside him snapped back to his senses and chimed in, "Right! Uncle Fu is right! You broke my sword, so you have to give me a better one! Hand over that blade!"

His eyes, fixed on the Mountain Splitter, were filled with greed.

The scene of Lin Feng cleaving the Exotic Beast in one strike was still vivid in his mind.

That blade was definitely a divine weapon.

If he could obtain it, his strength would surely reach a new level.

Lin Feng laughed.

A laugh of extreme fury.

He finally understood.

These two had never intended to let him go from the start.

The so-called compensation was nothing but an excuse.

Their real goal was the A-Rank War Blade in his hand.

"You want my blade?" Lin Feng gripped the hilt of the Mountain Splitter. "Fine. That depends on whether you have the skill to take it."

The moment the words fell.

Lin Feng moved.

He didn't choose to retreat but instead launched an attack.

Against this kind of assassin-type opponent skilled in stealth, passive defense was a death sentence.

The only path to survival was to seize the initiative, using fiercer, more frenzied attacks to disrupt the enemy's rhythm.

Mountain-Breaking Slash!

Without holding back at all, Lin Feng led with his strongest killing move.

The blood energy of a fourth-stage Martial Artist surged wildly into the Mountain Splitter, dark-gold spirit patterns glowing along the blade.

A crescent-shaped golden Gale Wind tore through the air, cleaving down toward Uncle Fu's head.

This strike was even more formidable than the one he had used against the Exotic Beast.

Uncle Fu's expression finally shifted.

He hadn't expected that this cloaked figure, who appeared to be only a fourth-stage Martial Artist, could unleash such terrifying power.

The force of this strike was already approaching that of a Martial Master.

He dared not meet it head-on.

His figure suddenly blurred, as if merging into the air, vanishing from the spot in an instant.

Boom!

The golden Gale Wind struck the ground where Uncle Fu had stood, carving out a trench over ten meters long and of unfathomable depth.

The White-Clad Youth was caught in the residual force of the blade's momentum. Like a kite with a snapped string, he flew backward, crashing heavily into a distant rock wall. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell unconscious on the spot.

Such was the might of a single strike!

Having missed with his slash, Lin Feng wasted no time. He immediately executed Lost Trace Step, scattering in a different direction.

At the same time, he focused his spiritual sense to the utmost, alert to every rustle and shift in his surroundings.

That Uncle Fu's stealth technique was too bizarre—he had to stay vigilant at all times.

"Interesting."

Uncle Fu's voice came from all directions, drifting and elusive, impossible to pinpoint.

"Kid, you've got quite a few secrets on you."

Lin Feng ignored his words and closed his eyes.

Since his eyes couldn't see, he would use perception.

His spiritual sense spread outward like an invisible net, centered on himself.

One meter, five meters, ten meters...

Found it!

About fifteen meters away, in the shadow of a rock formation at his seven o'clock position.

A trace of aura fluctuation so faint it was nearly negligible.

That was him!

Lin Feng's eyes snapped open. Without a second thought, he swung his blade in that direction.

Another Gale Wind howled forth.

"Not bad reflexes."

Uncle Fu's voice rang out again, tinged with approval.

The rock shadow twisted, and his figure vanished once more.

Boom!

The rock was shattered to pieces.

Lin Feng followed up with another slash, this time to his right front.

He could no longer afford to conserve his blood energy; he had to use this wide-area blanket attack to force the other party out.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

For a moment, the entire cavern blazed with blade light and thunderous roars.

The hard ground was carved with crisscrossing ravines, and massive stalagmites were severed at their waists.

Lin Feng unleashed seven or eight slashes in a row, draining most of his blood energy and breaking a sweat on his forehead, but he still couldn't force Uncle Fu's true form out.

The other party was like a ghost, always vanishing from his perception the moment before his blade struck.

"It's useless." Uncle Fu's voice carried a hint of mockery. "Your perception range can't keep up with my movement speed. If you keep this up, the one who runs out of blood energy first will be you."

Lin Feng stopped, gripping his blade and panting heavily.

He knew the other party was telling the truth.

This wouldn't work.

His mind raced, searching for a way to break the deadlock.

In strength, speed, and weaponry, he was no weaker than his opponent.

The only things he lacked were realm and combat experience.

And also...

That bizarre ability of the other party's, one that surpassed the scope of a Martial Artist.

It was definitely not a simple concealment technique.

It was more like a form of mental interference.

Every time he was about to lock onto the other party's position, an invisible force would disrupt his perception, causing a deviation of a few tenths of a second in his judgment.

And that tiny deviation was enough for the other party to calmly evade his attacks.

Psychic power?

A rare term Lin Feng had once seen in the martial arts school library suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Could it be...?

Just as his focus wavered, A deadly sense of crisis came from above.

Lin Feng jerked his head up.

Uncle Fu's figure had somehow appeared directly overhead, hands forming a seal, one finger pointing downward.

At his fingertip, a terrifying energy gathered—invisible to the eye, yet enough to make the soul tremble.

"Kid, dying at the hands of a First-Rank Psychokinetic Master like me is an honor you can be proud of."

"Now, kneel!"