Chapter 0004 - Walking with a Sword

　　As Lin Feng's words fell, the entire martial arts arena suddenly fell silent. 　　Lin Feng, taking the initiative to challenge Lin Yun? 　　Even Lin Hai froze, looking at his son in surprise, as for the elders on the elders' bench who had gotten up and were ready to leave, at this moment they sat down again, looking at Lin Feng with interest. 　　As for Lin Haoran, he smiled grimly, at this moment his heart was holding a wave of anger, he didn't expect this trash to take the initiative to find his son Lin Yun. 　　"Lin Yun, promise him." Lin Haoran's gaze landed on Lin Yun, passing a gaze of deep meaning. 　　Lin Yun looked at Lin Feng, he felt like he was being insulted, among the family's children his talent could only be considered ordinary, only in front of Lin Feng was he able to find pride, therefore he was always happy to mock Lin Feng twice every time he saw him, but it was this family's youngest generation's most wasteful Lin Feng who was even saying that he wanted to challenge him at this moment, undoubtedly making Lin Yun lose face. 　　"If you can take three moves from me, I won't make another move." Lin Yun stepped out, he wanted to use the most brutal means to defeat Lin Feng and make him realize how much of a waste he was. 　　"If you can take one of my punches, count me as a loser." Lin Feng shook his head and said very blandly, this bland tone made Lin Yun's face instantly gloomy, as if he really couldn't even catch a single punch from Lin Feng. 　　The crowd was also stunned for a moment, looking at Lin Feng speechlessly, this guy was 80% brain dead, he even mouthed crazy words. 　　"Even if the words uttered by a waste are beautiful, he's still a waste after all, showing off his mouth is something only a waste like you would do." Lin Yun scoffed. 　　Lin Feng laughed, he was trying to show off his words? It seemed like he only said one sentence. 　　"I'm striking." Lin Feng didn't want to talk more nonsense with the other party, as the words fell, his body faced forward, his fist slowly raised, then he swung out towards Lin Yun. 　　"A fist?" A cruelty flashed through Lin Yun's eyes, he didn't avoid retreating, he similarly swung out his fist, he wanted to let Lin Feng know how big the gap was. 　　The air suddenly trembled, a berserk wave suddenly appeared on Lin Feng's fist, the fist energy hunted, the crowd only saw a wave crazily pressing towards Lin Yun. 　　Martial skill nine waves! 　　Lin Yun's face suddenly changed as he felt how strong the oppressive force was, but it was too late to retreat at this moment, as the two fists clashed, Lin Yun only felt a ferocious wave pressing down on him through his fists, one wave was stronger than the other, there was no end to it. 　　"Puh!" 　　With a muffled grunt, Lin Yun's body flew out, causing everyone's gazes to freeze in place, this scene, how similar it was to the battle between Lin Hai and Lin Baidao just now, Lin Yun, without any semblance of resistance, with just one punch, was blown away. 　　Lin Haoran stood up, staring blankly at Lin Yun, who had fallen to the ground. 　　"How is it possible, how is it ...... possible," Lin Yun similarly stared blankly, unable to accept this cruel fact. 　　The crowd heard Lin Yun's cries suddenly resounded with Lin Feng's words just now, 'You open your mouth and say I'm a waste of space, I want to ask, if one day you realize that you're even worse than I am, how can you get off the stage yourself?' The facts in front of him undoubtedly proved the unyielding and proud words of the teenager. 　　"Is this still the Lin family's wasteful young master?" Looking at Lin Feng, the crowd's heart suddenly gave birth to the thought that to be able to punch Lin Yun and send him flying, he must have at least six thousand pounds of strength or more. 　　"You claimed that I'm a waste, now you can't even catch one of my punches, so what are you?" Lin Feng said sarcastically as he looked at the vicious gaze that Lin Yun was shooting at him. 　　"And you, as an elder, but you also keep the word waste on your lips, now that your son has been defeated by me with a single punch, when you say that I'm wasteful, are you also saying that your son is wasteful." 　　Raising his head, Lin Feng glanced at Lin Haoran again and said. 　　"It's only the sixth level of the Qi Martial Realm, is that enough to flaunt your power here?" Lin Haoran was actually pointed at and scolded by his juniors, his face was extremely ugly. 　　"It's not considered flaunting your weapons, it's just returning what your father and son gave me." Lin Feng didn't want to say more and turned to leave, saying, "He who insults others, others will always insult him!" 　　"Those who insult people, people will always insult them!" Lin Hai muttered and whispered, a flash of essence flashed through his smiling eyes, this son of his had really changed, he was even able to say such philosophical words. 　　...... 　　Lin Feng returned to his room in the compound and started practicing again, defeating Lin Yun who was at the fifth level of the qi martial realm wasn't enough to make him proud, that Lin Heng who beat him up before and threw him out of the clan was a lot stronger in talent than Lin Yun, being a martial cultivator at the eighth level of the qi martial realm, as well as Lin Baidao's sons and daughters, all of them were too much stronger in talent, especially Lin Qian, Lin Baidao's daughter, who had reportedly already reached the ninth level of the qi martial realm. 　　There are still three months to go before the annual meeting, by then the children of the family who are practicing in the sects will be back, if they don't raise their cultivation as soon as possible, the one who will be humiliated next time could be him, Lin Feng. 　　Cultivation has no age, time passes the fastest when a martial artist is cultivating, for martial artists who can absorb heaven and earth yuan qi, ten or so days of not eating won't be half a problem, heaven and earth yuan qi, this is the purest essence of the qi. 　　Ten days passed, Lin Feng finally stepped out of his room and let out a long breath, ten days, he had reached the peak realm of the sixth level of the qi martial realm, just one breath away from stepping into the seventh level of the qi martial realm. 　　Lifting his feet, Lin Feng arrived at his father Lin Hai's room. 　　"Little Feng, isn't it good to cultivate at home, why do you have to go back to the sect?" Lin Hai heard Lin Feng say that he wanted to go back to the sect a little uneasy, the last time Lin Hai was still holding a grudge and couldn't let go. 　　"Father, some things are unavoidable, if I hide at home and cultivate, father has been sheltering me, how can I grow up and become a martial arts powerhouse." Lin Feng's eyes were permeated with a sense of perseverance, the power of the sect was too much stronger than the Lin family, there were powerful feats and martial arts and fierce competition there, only in the sect would he be able to grow faster. 　　Seeing the persistence through Lin Feng's eyes, Lin Hai sighed in his heart, his son has really grown up, that's right, staying at home and being sheltered by him is the behavior of a coward, how can he become a strong martial artist, it's just that all the world's parents are heartfelt, standing from his point of view is a little reluctant to give up. 　　"Since you insist on returning to the clan, my father will not stop you, but you have to pay attention to your own safety." Lin Hai nodded his head in compromise. 　　"Don't worry father, I will definitely cultivate hard and trample them all under my feet." Lin Feng's words were filled with powerful confidence, with the Dark Martial Soul he cultivated many times faster than normal people, his comprehension ability had also become powerful, coupled with a persistent heart, he had reason to believe that he wouldn't be worse than those so-called geniuses. 　　Lin Feng didn't bring too many things with him, a Thousand Miles of Snow, a bag of dry food and some silver taels. 　　"Father, I'm leaving." Outside Yangzhou City, Lin Feng looked at his father who was seeing him off and said. 　　"Well, be careful." Lin Hai nodded, then Lin Feng stepped on his horse, Thousand Miles of Snow instantly transformed into a white streaming cloud and disappeared outside Yangzhou City in no time. 　　The vast land was endless, Lin Feng rode on his horse and galloped between the sky and the earth, at once, a feeling of grandeur grew in his heart, his ambition was boundless. 　　In his previous life, Lin Feng loved martial arts, longing for the knight-errant to ride his horse and sing, and fight with his sword in the rivers and lakes, and he didn't expect that in this life, he would also have the opportunity to ride alone, and get away from the world. 　　A pot of turbid wine, a song of love, a world of madness! 　　Heroes traveled the world with swords, and heroism stained the sky with blood! 　　This life, destined not ordinary, this life, destined to roar!