Peerless Martial God Chapter 4: Wielding A Sword

After Lin Feng uttered those words, silence enveloped the entire arena.

Lin Feng had boldly challenged Lin Yun first?

Even Lin Hai stood frozen in shock, gazing at his son in astonishment. The elders on the platform, who were about to depart, settled back into their seats and watched Lin Feng with keen curiosity.

Lin Hao Ran flashed a icy sneer, though fury churned deep within him. He never imagined this so-called trash would dare provoke his own son.

“Lin Yun, take up the challenge.” Lin Hao Ran’s eyes burned intensely as he fixed them on Lin Yun.

Lin Yun glanced at Lin Feng, a wave of humiliation washing over him. Within the family, his talent ranked as merely average. Only against Lin Feng could he feel superior and hold his head high. That’s why he always relished mocking Lin Feng whenever they met. Yet now, this very trash from the younger generation had the audacity to challenge him, darkening his expression.

“I’ll hold back once you withstand three of my strikes.” Lin Yun declared as he stepped forward. He intended to crush Lin Feng with the harshest techniques, making him fully grasp his utter worthlessness.

“If you block even one of my punches, count it as my loss.” Lin Feng shook his head calmly and replied indifferently. His nonchalant voice implied Lin Yun couldn’t handle a single blow, instantly souring the latter’s face.

The onlookers froze, staring at Lin Feng in speechless disbelief. This guy must have lost his mind to spout such arrogant nonsense.

“No matter how grand the boasts from a trash, he remains trash. Relying on clever words is typical for weaklings like you.” Lin Yun scoffed.

Lin Feng chuckled. Relying on words? He’d barely spoken a few.

“Take my punch!” Lin Feng refused to linger on chit-chat. As soon as his words ended, he surged ahead, clenched his fist, and unleashed it straight at Lin Yun.

“Just one punch?” A ruthless glint sparked in Lin Yun’s eyes, and he didn’t dodge. Instead, he countered with his own fist. He aimed to demonstrate the vast gap in their abilities to Lin Feng.

The atmosphere trembled as a ferocious surge erupted from Lin Feng’s fist, creating whistling echoes. Yet to the crowd, it looked like powerful ripples charging tyrannically toward Lin Yun and slamming right through him.

Martial Technique, Nine Heavy Waves!

Lin Yun’s face twisted abruptly as he sensed the overwhelming pressure. But retreat was impossible now. Their fists collided, and brutal waves surged through his arm, ravaging his body. Each successive wave hit harder than the last, unrelentingly.

“Pu!”

With a muffled cry, Lin Yun’s form hurtled backward. The spectators gaped in shock. This mirrored the earlier clash between Lin Hai and Lin Ba Dao perfectly. Lin Yun flew away defenseless from a mere single punch.

Lin Hao Ran shot to his feet, staring blankly at his son sprawled on the ground.

“How... how is this possible...” Lin Yun echoed Lin Hao Ran’s disbelief, refusing to face the harsh truth.

Hearing Lin Yun’s outburst, the crowd recalled Lin Feng’s earlier words. “You keep calling me trash. Let me ask, if one day you realize you’re inferior to me, how ashamed would you feel?” The current spectacle undeniably validated the young man’s bold claim.

“This is the Lin Family’s trash young master?” As eyes turned to Lin Feng, everyone realized that flinging Lin Yun with one punch demanded at least 6000 jin of force.

“You kept calling me trash. Now you couldn’t even take one punch from me—what does that make you?” Lin Feng mocked, glaring fiercely at Lin Yun.

“And you, a senior, always throwing around ‘trash.’ Your son just got beaten by a single punch from me. If I’m trash, doesn’t that mean your son is trash too?”

Lin Feng lifted his gaze toward Lin Hao Ran and declared.

“You’re merely at the sixth Qi layer. Does that paltry power make you so cocky?” Lin Hao Ran’s visage darkened uglily as he snapped back.

“I’m not acting cocky. I’m just giving back what you and your son dished out to me.” Lin Feng had no desire for more talk. He turned to depart, adding: “If you shame others, others will shame you too!”

“If you shame others, others will shame you too!” Lin Hai murmured under his breath, a gleam of joy flickering in his smiling eyes. His son had truly transformed. To speak such profound words now.

Back in his courtyard room, Lin Feng resumed his cultivation. Though he’d broken through the fifth Qi layer, it wasn’t sufficient to stand proud. Lin Heng, who had once pummeled him and expelled him from the sect, outshone Lin Yun in talent and sat at the eighth Qi layer.

Moreover, Lin Ba Dao’s offspring surpassed Lin Yun’s talent several fold. Especially Lin Ba Dao’s daughter, Lin Qian, rumored to have hit the ninth Qi layer.

In three months, the yearly gathering loomed. Then, the entire Lin Family, including those training in sects, would return. Without swift cultivation gains, shame would fall on him next time.

Cultivation knows no end. Time flies quickest during a warrior’s practice. For those drawing in heaven and earth essence, skipping food and water for ten days poses no issue. Vitality from the world stands as the purest nourishment.

Ten days later, Lin Feng emerged from his room. He let out a deep, steady breath. Over those ten days, he’d touched the sixth Qi layer’s peak and neared the seventh.

Hastening his steps, Lin Feng headed to his father Lin Hai’s quarters.

“Xiao Feng, why not cultivate at home? Why go back to the sect?” Lin Hai fretted upon hearing Lin Feng’s plan to return. He still harbored resentment from the prior event and couldn’t release it.

“Father, some matters can’t be avoided. Hiding at home under your protection won’t let me grow into a mighty martial warrior.” Resolve burned in Lin Feng’s eyes. The sect dwarfed the Lin Family in power, offering potent martial techniques and fierce rivalry. Only there could he advance swifter.

Noting the unyielding fire in Lin Feng’s gaze, Lin Hai sighed inwardly. His son had matured. Indeed, cowering at home under shelter was feeble; no true warrior emerged that way. Yet as a father, his love made him reluctant.

“If you’re set on returning to the sect, I won’t block you as your father. But prioritize your safety.” Lin Hai nodded in agreement.

“Rest easy, Father. I’ll train diligently and trample them all.” Confidence surged in Lin Feng’s voice. With his dark spirit, his cultivation pace outstripped normals by multiples. His comprehension sharpened too. Paired with iron will, he trusted he’d eclipse those “geniuses.”

Lin Feng packed lightly: just a horse, some rations, and silver.

“Father, I’m leaving.” Beyond Yangzhou City, Lin Feng bid farewell to his father.

“Alright. Stay safe.” Lin Hai nodded.

Mounting his horse, Thousand Snows, he vanished from Yangzhou City.

Across the boundless plains, Lin Feng rode forth. Charging amid heaven and earth, pride and ambition swelled within him.

In his past life, Lin Feng adored tales of martial heroes. A solitary rider with song and sword, roaming the world. He never dreamed this life would grant him freedom to gallop unbound.

A flask of wine, a lament of lost love, a untamed existence!

One sword-bearing hero traversing realms; for glory, rivers of blood stain the azure heavens!

This life destined him for greatness. This life, he’d live boldly and unbowed!