As Lin Feng’s words fell, the entire training arena suddenly became silent. Lin Feng, voluntarily challenging Lin Yun?

Even Lin Hai was stunned, looking at his son in surprise. As for the Elders who had risen to leave, they all sat back down, intrigued by what was unfolding.

Lin Haoran sneered coldly, a wave of anger brewing in his chest. He hadn’t expected this so-called useless son to actively challenge his own son, Lin Yun.

"Lin Yun, accept his challenge," Lin Haoran’s eyes fell on his son, signaling him with a meaningful glance.

Lin Yun looked at Lin Feng, feeling insulted. Among the younger generation of the family, his talent could only be considered average. However, he found a sense of pride when it came to Lin Feng, whom he enjoyed mocking. Yet now, this waste of a son, Lin Feng, was challenging him, which left Lin Yun feeling utterly humiliated.

"If you can take three of my moves, I won’t strike again," Lin Yun stepped forward, intending to defeat Lin Feng using the most brutal methods, showing him just how useless he truly was.

"You can take one of my punches, and I’ll consider myself defeated," Lin Feng shook his head and spoke indifferently, his tone so calm that it caused Lin Yun’s face to darken in anger, as though he truly couldn’t take a single punch from Lin Feng.

The crowd was also stunned, speechless at Lin Feng’s audacity. Has he lost his mind? they thought, unable to comprehend his words.

"A waste is still a waste. No matter how beautiful the words of a useless person, they are still useless. Only someone like you would speak such nonsense," Lin Yun mocked.

Lin Feng smiled faintly. Nonsense? I think I only said one thing.

"I’ll make my move now." Lin Feng said, unwilling to waste any more words. With that, his body moved forward, and his fist slowly raised before swinging directly at Lin Yun.

"One punch?" Lin Yun’s eyes flashed with a cruel gleam, but instead of retreating, he threw his own punch, eager to show Lin Feng just how great the difference between them was.

The air suddenly trembled as a mighty wave of energy surged around Lin Feng’s fist. The sound of wind whipping through the air echoed as the pressure intensified, and the crowd watched in awe as the force surged forward.

Martial Technique: Nine-Tiered Wave!

Lin Yun’s expression shifted instantly. He could feel the overwhelming force behind Lin Feng’s strike, and it was already too late to retreat. The two fists collided, and Lin Yun immediately felt the vicious waves of power flow through his own arm, each wave stronger than the last, without end.

Boom!

A muffled grunt escaped Lin Yun’s mouth as his body was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground, leaving the entire crowd frozen in shock. This scene was eerily similar to the previous battle between Lin Hai and Lin Baodao—Lin Yun was sent flying with no resistance whatsoever, struck by a single punch.

Lin Haoran stood up abruptly, staring in disbelief at the fallen Lin Yun.

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How is this possible? How is this possible? Lin Yun’s gaze was dazed, unable to accept the harsh reality.

The crowd, hearing Lin Yun’s cries, suddenly recalled Lin Feng’s earlier words: “You keep calling me useless. But let me ask you this: What will you do if one day you discover that you’re the one who’s more useless?” The scene before them now was undeniable proof of the defiant words spoken by the young man.

"Is this really the waste of the Lin family?" The crowd thought, looking at Lin Feng. To send Lin Yun flying with one punch, Lin Feng must have at least six thousand pounds of strength, if not more.

"You always call me useless. Now, you can’t even take one punch from me. So, what does that make you?" Lin Feng looked at Lin Yun, his gaze cold and filled with mockery.

"And you," he continued, turning to Lin Haoran, "as an elder, you constantly call me a waste. Now that your son was defeated by my one punch, do you still call me a waste, or are you calling your own son a waste?"

Lin Feng lifted his head and glanced at Lin Haoran. "It’s just the Sixth Layer of the Qi Martial Realm. Do you really think that’s enough to show off here?"

Lin Haoran’s face turned dark with rage as he was publicly reprimanded by a junior.

"I’m not showing off. I’m simply returning what you and your son gave me," Lin Feng said coldly, before turning and leaving. "Those who insult others are always bound to be insulted in return."

"Those who insult others are always bound to be insulted in return!" Lin Hai murmured, a glint of sharpness flashing in his eyes. My son has truly changed; he could even speak such philosophical words now.

…

Back in his room, Lin Feng resumed his training. Defeating Lin Yun, who was at the Sixth Layer of the Qi Martial Realm, wasn’t something to be proud of. He still had Lin Heng to deal with, who was far more gifted and stronger at the Eighth Layer. Moreover, the children of Lin Baodao had far superior talents, especially Lin Baodao’s daughter, Lin Qian, who was said to have reached the Ninth Layer of the Qi Martial Realm.

The family’s year-end gathering was only three months away, and that meant that all the family disciples training in the sect would return. If Lin Feng didn’t improve his cultivation quickly, the next time, he might be the one to suffer the humiliation.

Time passed quickly for cultivators; they could survive without food for several days thanks to the energy of the heavens and earth, which was pure and nourishing. Ten days later, Lin Feng left his room, taking a long breath. In that time, he had reached the peak of the Sixth Layer of the Qi Martial Realm, just a breath away from the Seventh Layer.

He walked to his father Lin Hai’s room.

"Little Feng, why can’t you just cultivate at home? Why must you return to the sect?" Lin Hai was worried, remembering the events from before.

"Father, some things can’t be avoided. If I hide in the house and rely on your protection, how can I grow and become a powerful martial artist?" Lin Feng’s eyes showed determination. The sect’s strength was far beyond the Lin family’s, with advanced martial arts and techniques. Moreover, the fierce competition there would help him grow faster. Only in the sect could he cultivate to his fullest potential.

Seeing the firmness in his son’s eyes, Lin Hai sighed inwardly. My son has really grown up. You’re right. Staying at home under my protection would only make you weak. But as a father, it’s hard to let go.

"Since you insist on going, I won’t stop you. But please be careful." Lin Hai finally relented.

"Don’t worry, Father. I’ll train hard and one day, I’ll crush them all beneath my feet," Lin Feng said, filled with confidence. With his Dark Martial Soul, he could train far faster than most people, and his ability to comprehend was extraordinary. Combined with his unwavering heart, he was certain he wouldn’t fall behind the so-called geniuses.

Lin Feng didn’t bring much with him—just a swift steed, a bag of provisions, and some silver.

"Father, I’m leaving," Lin Feng said as he looked at his father one last time, standing outside Yangzhou City.

"Mm, be careful," Lin Hai nodded. With that, Lin Feng mounted his horse, and with a swift gallop, he disappeared into the distance.

The vast world stretched endlessly before him. Riding his horse, Lin Feng felt a surge of excitement and ambition rise within him.

In his previous life, he had loved martial arts, yearning to be a hero, riding across the land with a sword. Now, in this life, he had the chance to live that dream. One man, one steed, free to roam the world.

A flask of wine, a song, and a life of boundless glory!

Heroes wielding their swords across the world, their blood staining the skies!

This life would not be ordinary. It was destined to be legendary!