What Right Do You Have

"Get lost!"

Lin Changkong didn't even think about it, spitting out a single word directly in Zhao Lingfeng's face.

With his current abilities, he was confident he could fight even someone at the eighth level of Qi Gathering. Hong Ye, ranked twelfth in the Outer Sect, was currently at the eighth level of Qi Gathering.

Zhao Lingfeng, ranked thirtieth, couldn't possibly have a higher cultivation than Hong Ye. At most, he was at the eighth level of Qi Gathering, or perhaps even the seventh.

If such a person dared to show off in front of him, he wouldn't mind beating them into a pulp.

As his words entered Zhao Lingfeng's ears, the cold expression on Zhao Lingfeng's face grew even colder. His brows furrowed, and killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Zhou Qing, standing nearby, also changed his expression. He had initially thought that even if Lin Changkong didn't apologize directly, his attitude would at least soften.

He never expected Lin Changkong to be not only unyielding but as stubborn as ever!

The disciples who had gathered around upon hearing the commotion widened their eyes.

Zhao Lingfeng was actually told to get lost? Who dared to be so bold?

But when they saw it was Lin Changkong, many of them relaxed.

So it was that ruthless guy. This was going to be good.

A killing intent shot from Zhao Lingfeng's eyes. He took a step forward, and an invisible, powerful aura pressed down on Lin Changkong.

"So, you're not going to give me any face?"

Lin Changkong chuckled, "Who do you think you are? Why should I give you face?"

As soon as he said that, the surrounding onlookers' eyes widened in even greater shock.

"This Lin Changkong is too arrogant. That's Zhao Lingfeng, ranked thirtieth in the Outer Sect, at the seventh level of Qi Gathering."

"Exactly. Even if he instantly defeated Zhou Qing yesterday, Zhou Qing was only at the fifth level of Qi Gathering, far below Zhao Lingfeng."

"A new disciple, getting so much attention, it's no wonder he thinks he's hot stuff and looks down on everyone. Facing Zhao Lingfeng, he's probably not even in the same league."

"Heh, looks like today's going to be exciting. This kind of troublemaker needs a strong character to put him in his place, otherwise, he'll really think there's no one among us seniors."

Some mocking voices arose, mostly from the senior disciples of the Outer Sect.

Even though Lin Changkong hadn't directly offended them, his instant defeat of Zhou Qing and his disregard for Zhao Lingfeng felt like a slap in the face. They were eager to see Lin Changkong get taught a lesson.

Zhao Lingfeng's eyes turned completely icy. He stared at Lin Changkong and said coldly, "You are truly the most arrogant and suicidal person I've ever met.

Since you don't want face, I'll grant you your wish and give you an opportunity to humiliate yourself.

Don't say I'm bullying a junior. I'll give you time to prepare. Ten days from now, on the martial arts stage, I'll show you that there's always someone better."

Zhao Lingfeng was incredibly arrogant, not just in his attitude but also in his confidence.

He wanted to suppress Lin Changkong, but instead of acting now, he set a date ten days later. This made him appear completely assured of victory, as if he had nothing to fear.

He deliberately wanted to humiliate Lin Changkong: I'm giving you time to prepare, but even then, you're still trash in front of me!

Without waiting for Lin Changkong's reply, Zhao Lingfeng turned around and left.

His attitude was unquestionable, leaving no room for argument. It was as if he was telling Lin Changkong, "Whether you agree or not, you will agree."

"I refuse!"

But just as he turned, Lin Changkong's indifferent voice rang out.

Zhao Lingfeng turned back, a mocking smile curving his lips. He sneered, "Refuse? Weren't you very arrogant in front of Zhou Qing yesterday? Why do you lack the courage to face me today? You don't even dare to accept the challenge?"

In his eyes, Lin Changkong's refusal was undoubtedly due to fear and cowardice.

Naturally, he had the confidence to mock him, and he also had the strength to back it up.

Zhou Qing snorted coldly, "Useless! You don't even dare to accept the challenge. If that's the case, I think you might as well castrate yourself and stop being a man.

People like you living are a disgrace to manhood!"

The surrounding senior disciples also revealed looks of disdain.

Lin Changkong's instant kill of Zhou Qing yesterday had put immense psychological pressure on them.

Today, with Zhao Lingfeng stepping in to suppress Lin Changkong, they were delighted. Fueled by Zhao Lingfeng, they all felt that Lin Changkong definitely wouldn't dare to accept the challenge and was thus refusing.

As fellow senior disciples, this immediately gave them a sense of unspoken superiority.

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

"Doesn't even dare to accept the challenge? Looks like he's just a piece of trash who only dares to act tough in front of ordinary people. Confirmed."

"So arrogant before, now afraid to fight. What the hell is this guy?"

"As expected, when the tide recedes, it becomes clear who's real gold and who's swimming naked. Trash will always be trash."

The mocking voices not only arose but also grew louder.

Clearly, with someone backing them, they became more confident, as if they were close friends with Zhao Lingfeng.

Lin Changkong's lips curled back, and he let out a laugh, looking at Zhao Lingfeng as if he were an idiot.

"Show-off!"

"The meaning of my refusal is that ten days is too long. I want to seize the day. If you want to fight, fight now, fight right here. I have no mood to waste time with trash like you, who can't act tough but insists on pretending."

Lin Changkong spoke, and with a backhand, drew the Crimson Flame Saber from behind him.

Empowered by spiritual energy, a scorching aura spread, the blade like blood.

Zhao Lingfeng's expression changed, clearly not expecting that was Lin Changkong's intention. The people around were also stunned, and then looked at Lin Changkong with expressions of horror.

Their eyes seemed to say: What, is this guy tired of living?

But soon Zhao Lingfeng smiled again and said, "Alright, stop pretending. You saying that is nothing more than you being exposed by me for being guilty and not willing to admit it, so you're using this excuse to cover it up.

I understand your desire to save face, but in front of me, you don't have the right to save face. So, I'll give you a chance to take back what you just said."

When the others heard this, they immediately looked enlightened.

"So that's how it is, he's afraid of losing face so he's trying to cover it up. Damn it, I don't even know if he wants to save face or not."

"In the end, he's just scared, hehe."

"I bet he'll definitely take back what he said. I've seen plenty of people like this, all talk and no action."

Zhao Lingfeng looked confidently at Lin Changkong, believing that Lin Changkong was exactly as he described: first scared, then feeling ashamed and deliberately trying to cover it up.

Now that he had exposed Lin Changkong's thoughts, Lin Changkong must be utterly ashamed and have nowhere to hide.

And he, Zhao Lingfeng, enjoyed this feeling of seeing through others and controlling their thoughts, because it made him seem very awesome and wise.

Facing such a wise Zhao Lingfeng, Lin Changkong's mouth twitched.

Why does such a complete idiot have to have a mouth?

"Boom--"

The next moment, powerful spiritual energy erupted from his body, surging madly towards the Crimson Flame Saber.

Lin Changkong flickered, raised his saber, and charged towards Zhao Lingfeng.

"Idiot, take a saber from your grandpa!"