What the Hell Are You?

"Scram!"

Without a second thought, Lin Changkong spat a single word right in Zhao Lingfeng's face.

With his current abilities, he was confident he could fight even a Qi Gathering Eighth Level cultivator. Hong Ye, ranked twelfth in the Outer Sect, was currently only at the Qi Gathering Eighth Level.

Zhao Lingfeng, ranked thirtieth before him, could not possibly have a higher cultivation than Hong Ye. At most, he was Qi Gathering Eighth Level—perhaps even Qi Gathering Seventh Level.

For someone like that to come swaggering before him, Lin Changkong did not mind beating him into a real piece of trash.

The words entered Zhao Lingfeng's ears, and his already cold expression immediately turned several degrees colder. His brows furrowed slightly, murder in his eyes.

Zhou Qing's expression changed as well. He had thought that even if Lin Changkong did not lower his head and apologize outright, his attitude would at least soften somewhat.

Yet Lin Changkong was not soft in the slightest. He was as hard as ever!

The disciples drawn over by the commotion all widened their eyes at the sight.

Zhao Lingfeng had actually been told to scram. Who had such nerve?

But when they saw it was Lin Changkong, quite a few of them understood.

So it was this ruthless fellow. Now there would be a good show.

A streak of killing intent shot from Zhao Lingfeng's eyes. He stepped forward, and an invisible yet powerful aura pressed down on Lin Changkong.

"So, you do not intend to give me any face?"

Lin Changkong found it amusing. "What the hell are you? Why should I give you face?"

The moment those words came out, the looks in the surrounding crowd became even more horrified.

"Isn't Lin Changkong being a little too arrogant? That is Zhao Lingfeng, ranked thirtieth in the Outer Sect, with Qi Gathering Seventh Level cultivation."

"Exactly. Even if he instantly defeated Zhou Qing yesterday, Zhou Qing was only Qi Gathering Fifth Level. He is worlds apart from Zhao Lingfeng."

"He is a new disciple. After stealing the spotlight so many times in a row, it is inevitable that he thinks he is amazing and looks down on everyone. But before Zhao Lingfeng, he is probably still not worth a glance."

"Heh, today is destined to be exciting. A thorn like him needs a ruthless figure to put him in his place. Otherwise, he will really think there is no one among us older disciples."

Mocking voices rose one after another, and those speaking were mostly older disciples of the Outer Sect.

Though Lin Changkong had not slapped their faces directly, his instant defeat of Zhou Qing and disregard for Zhao Lingfeng seemed like a slap to their faces all the same. They could not wait to see Lin Changkong taught a lesson.

Zhao Lingfeng's gaze became utterly icy as he stared at Lin Changkong and said coldly, "Among everyone I have ever met, you truly are the most arrogant—and the one most ignorant of life and death.

"Since you refuse the face I offered you, then I will grant your wish and give you a chance to bring humiliation upon yourself.

"And do not say I am bullying the young. I will give you time to prepare. Ten days from now, we will fight on the martial stage. I will make you understand that there are always greater people beyond people, and higher heavens beyond the sky."

Zhao Lingfeng was exceedingly arrogant, not merely in his manner, but in his confidence as well.

He wanted to suppress Lin Changkong, yet he did not strike here. Instead, he set the match ten days later. That made him appear completely fearless, with victory already in his grasp.

He deliberately wanted to humiliate Lin Changkong: I will give you time to prepare, and before me, you will still be trash!

Without waiting for Lin Changkong's answer, Zhao Lingfeng turned and left after speaking.

His attitude allowed no doubt and no argument, as though he were telling Lin Changkong that he had to agree whether he wanted to or not.

"I refuse!"

But the instant he turned around, Lin Changkong's indifferent voice rang out.

Zhao Lingfeng turned back, a mocking smile curling across his lips. "Refuse? Weren't you very arrogant before Zhou Qing yesterday? Why have you lost that courage before me today? You do not even dare accept the challenge?"

In his eyes, Lin Changkong's refusal could only mean that fear had made him cowardly.

Naturally, he had both the grounds to mock him and the strength to back it up.

Zhou Qing snorted coldly as well. "Useless trash, you do not even dare accept a challenge. In that case, you might as well cut off your manhood and stop pretending to be a man.

"For someone like you to stay alive is nothing but a disgrace to men!"

The group of older disciples around them all revealed scornful expressions.

Lin Changkong's single slash that instantly defeated Zhou Qing yesterday had placed enormous psychological pressure on them.

Now that Zhao Lingfeng was stepping in to suppress Lin Changkong, they could not have been more delighted. Led on by Zhao Lingfeng, they all assumed Lin Changkong refused because he did not dare fight.

As fellow older disciples, they immediately felt an invisible sense of superiority.

It was as though they, too, were ranked thirtieth in the Outer Sect just like Zhao Lingfeng.

"He does not even dare accept a challenge? Looks like he is just trash who only dares swagger before ordinary people. Case closed."

"He was so arrogant before, but now he does not dare fight. What the fuck is this thing?"

"Sure enough, once the great waves recede, it becomes obvious who is real gold and who was swimming naked. Trash will always be trash."

The mocking voices did not merely continue—they grew louder.

With someone backing them, they became even more confident, as though they were close friends with Zhao Lingfeng.

Lin Changkong pulled the corner of his mouth back and laughed, looking at Zhao Lingfeng as if he were an idiot.

"Peacock!"

"What I mean by refusing is that ten days is too long. I seize the day. If you want to fight, fight now, right here. I have no interest in wasting time on garbage like you, who cannot even swagger properly yet insists on pretending like a fucking idiot."

As Lin Changkong spoke, he drew the Crimson Flame Saber from his back with a backhand motion.

Spiritual energy surged through it, heat spreading outward as the blade gleamed red as blood.

Zhao Lingfeng's expression changed. He clearly had not expected Lin Changkong to mean that. The surrounding crowd froze as well, then stared at Lin Changkong with horrified faces.

Their eyes seemed to say: Is this guy tired of living?

But Zhao Lingfeng soon laughed again. "Enough with the act. You are only saying this because I exposed the fact that you are guilty and afraid, yet you are too prideful to admit it, so you are using this excuse to patch things up.

"I understand that you want to save face. But before me, you are not qualified to save face. So I will give you a chance to take back what you just said."

The others immediately looked as though they had suddenly understood.

"So that is it. He is afraid of losing face, so he is trying to patch it up himself. Fuck, I do not even know whether this guy cares about face or not."

"At the end of the day, he still does not dare."

"I bet he will definitely take back what he just said. I have seen plenty of people like this—they are just kings of empty talk."

Zhao Lingfeng looked at Lin Changkong with utter confidence. He believed Lin Changkong was exactly as he had said: first too afraid to fight, then deliberately trying to patch things up because he felt embarrassed.

Now that he had exposed Lin Changkong's thoughts, Lin Changkong must surely be so ashamed that he wished the earth would swallow him whole.

And he loved this feeling of seeing through others and controlling their thoughts, because it made him seem so impressive, so wise.

Faced with such a wise Zhao Lingfeng, Lin Changkong's mouth twitched backward.

How did such a perfectly good idiot grow a mouth?

Boom—

The next instant, immense spiritual energy burst from his body and surged madly into the Crimson Flame Saber.

Lin Changkong flashed forward, saber in hand, and charged straight at Zhao Lingfeng.

"Idiot, take a slash from your grandpa!"