2026-06-14 21:25:40"You have sealed your fate today, you little demon," Elder Mo roared, his voice shaking the heavy wooden foundations of the viewing box.
The entire arena stayed dead silent. Thousands of disciples sat completely frozen on their stone benches, their eyes moving back and forth between the unconscious body of Wang Chen and the solitary figure of Lin Feng standing in the center of the platform. The cold mountain wind swept across the open courtyard, carrying the faint smell of spilled blood through the rows of spectators. Nobody dared to utter a single word.
"Look at him, he cannot even stand up straight," a disciple in the third row finally whispered to his neighbor, though his voice quickly died down under Elder Mo's furious glare.
"Silence!" Elder Mo bellowed, stepping directly over the shattered wooden railing of his private box. He floated down onto the stone arena floor, his long gray robes billowing behind him like dark storm clouds. His face was twisted into a mask of pure, unbridled rage as he pointed a trembling finger at Lin Feng. "This trial is completely invalid! There is no possible way a piece of absolute trash with shattered spiritual roots could defeat my top disciple with a single strike!"
Lin Feng stood his ground, his arms resting calmly at his sides as the elder landed just ten paces away from him. "The referee already declared the match over, Elder Mo. Wang Chen lost because he was too arrogant and entirely hollow. My victory is perfectly legitimate under the rules of the outer sect."
"Do not dare lie to me, boy!" Elder Mo hissed, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists tightly. "You have no spiritual core. You have no viable pathways. The only way you could generate that kind of explosive physical force is by consuming forbidden demonic pills before you stepped onto this platform!"
"I have not touched any demonic medicines," Lin Feng replied, his voice remaining smooth and cold as ice. "If your nephew cannot handle a basic punch, perhaps you should spend less time buying him expensive gifts and more time teaching him how to actually fight."
The crowd gasped loudly at the sheer boldness of his words. No outer disciple had ever spoken to a high elder with such complete defiance.
"He is truly insane," a voice from the upper benches muttered. "Elder Mo will execute him on the spot for that kind of disrespect."
"You arrogant little dog," Elder Mo growled, taking three heavy steps forward, his powerful cultivation aura flaring up around him like a blazing green fire. The pressure from his energy made the surrounding stone floor begin to crack and splinter. "I demand a full, immediate body inspection right now! Guard disciples, step forward and secure his limbs! I will personally search his robes and examine his internal meridians to expose the dark medicine hidden inside his veins!"
Lin Feng's heart gave a sudden, violent thump against his ribs. He knew exactly what a physical inspection meant. If Elder Mo forced his spiritual energy into his chest, he would immediately discover the glowing gold cosmic pathways. He would see the forbidden ancient scripture flowing through his veins, and everything would be completely ruined before he could get his revenge.
"Get away from me," Lin Feng said, stepping back slightly as four armored guard disciples drew their iron swords and began to encircle the stage.
"You have no choice, traitor!" Elder Mo shouted, his eyes wide with a desperate, malicious desire to crush the boy before any secrets could slip out. "Submit to the inspection immediately or the guards will chop your legs off where you stand!"
Instead of submitting, Lin Feng points his bloody finger directly at Elder Mo and challenges him to a life-or-death duel in three days.
The grand arena went even quieter than before, a heavy, suffocating shock settling over the entire assembly. The four guard disciples stopped dead in their tracks, their swords lowering slightly as they stared at Lin Feng in absolute disbelief.
"Did I hear him correctly?" the head referee stammered, his eyes bulging out of his head as he looked at the young boy. "Did an outer disciple just challenge a core elder to a blood match?"
"He has completely lost his mind," another elder called out from the high VIP seats, standing up to get a better look at the stage. "A life or death duel cannot be undone once the terms are spoken in public. The boy is committing suicide."
Elder Mo blinked in sheer surprise, his furious expression briefly faltering before a cruel, mocking laugh erupted from his chest. "A life or death duel? With me? You are a piece of dirt beneath my boots, Lin Feng! You honestly think a single lucky strike against a teenager makes you capable of facing a master of the cultivation realms?"
"If you are so confident that I am just a lucky piece of trash, why are you hesitating, Elder Mo?" Lin Feng challenged, his bloody finger remaining perfectly steady as he pointed it at the old man's face. "Are you afraid that the entire sect will see you struggle against the boy you tried to throw away? Sign the blood covenant right now, or step aside and let me leave this arena in peace."
"You think you can play mind games with me?" Elder Mo sneered, his panic completely fading as he realized this challenge gave him the perfect legal excuse to murder Lin Feng without any questions from the sect master. "A body inspection can wait three days. Killing you on the grand stage will be far more satisfying than throwing you off a cliff. I accept your foolish challenge, trash!"
"Three days from now, at sunrise," Lin Feng said, lowering his hand and turning his back on the elder without another word. "Make sure you write your will before you step onto the stone."
"Enjoy your remaining seventy-two hours of breath, Lin Feng," Elder Mo called out behind him, his voice filled with a dark, promise of absolute violence. "Because when that sun rises, I am going to peel the skin from your bones in front of everyone who ever knew your name."
Lin Feng walked slowly down the wooden steps of the platform, the massive crowd parting for him like a sea of terrified ghosts. Nobody dared to look him in the eye, but he could feel their whispers burning into his back as he walked away toward the dark paths of the mountain. He needed every single second of those three days to refine the energy he had stolen, because the true hunt was finally about to begin.
Previous Chapter
Latest Chapter
PLOT TWIST – The Fake Cousin
A man who cries too quickly when a blade touches his throat is usually either a complete coward or a very dangerous liar.The wet, slippery wooden planks of the main river pier groaned under the heavy boots of the Asura Vanguard. The air down by the water was thick with the bitter smell of burning coal smoke, damp river mud, and the metallic tang of fresh blood. Black iron pikes glinted under the cold moonlight as Iron Blade Sun and his men lined up thirty captured alliance soldiers along the wooden railing, forcing them onto their knees with heavy kicks to the backs of their legs. The massive black hull of the independent freighter loomed directly over the dock, its iron steam pipes letting out a steady, low hiss that vibrated through the river floor. Lin Feng stood near a stack of broken wooden crates, wiping a dark streak of coal dust from his forehead while his golden eyes swept over the trembling prisoners with absolute indiffere
The Vanguard Collapses
Fear is a far more contagious disease than any plague born in the deep sulfur pits of the frontier.The sight of Sword Master Han dropping into the dry red gravel like a hollow sack of old grain shattered whatever military discipline remained among the surviving alliance soldiers. For three seconds, an absolute, suffocating silence hung over the dark stone crossing. The four hundred armored guards of the three mid-tier sects stared at the empty space where their high commander’s green wind aura had burned so brightly just moments before. Their hands trembled against the wooden shafts of their spears, their knees buckled beneath the weight of their iron breastplates, and their eyes darted wildly toward the dark canyon walls. The terrifying image of Lin Feng standing in the pale moonlight, wiping red blood from his chin while black smoke drifted lazily off his bare knuckles, was simply too much for their minds to process.&
Devouring the Gale
Trapping a razor-sharp sword inside your own shoulder bone sounds like an act of pure madness, but to a man with no options left, it was the fastest shortcut to victory.The high-frequency green blade hissed like an angry viper as it bit deep into the muscle of Lin Feng’s left shoulder, the compressed gale energy tearing through his gray leather tunic and grinding with a sickening, metallic crunch against his solid collarbone. Sword Master Han sneered, his pale eyes flashing with a cold, triumphant light as he prepared to twist the thin steel and tear the boy's whole arm clean off his torso. But when Han tried to pull the sword back to execute the fatal second stroke, the longsword refused to budge. Lin Feng had clamped his shoulder muscles tight around the flat side of the steel, using his own heavy bone structure like a vice lock."What kind of monster uses his own body as an iron sheath, boy?" Han gasped,
The Clash of Commanders
A single stroke of high-grade wind energy can cut a iron shield in half before the man holding it even hears the air whistle.The wide stone crossing at the mouth of the canyon was littered with broken wagon wheels and smoldering wood, but in the center of the clearing, a twenty-foot circle had been swept clean by a sudden, violent gust of razor-sharp air. The rest of the battle had ground to a sudden halt. On the high rocky ledges, Iron Blade Sun and the Vanguard held their black pikes ready, their breathing heavy as they watched the lone figure standing near the wooden river sign. Ye Xue stood ten paces back, her pale blue frost aura humming softly against her skin while her cold eyes remained locked on the tall, slender man wearing the pristine emerald robes of the high wind pavilion. The giant Purple Flame Tiger growled low in its throat, its purple flames popping nervously as the intense air pressure in the clearing continued to
The Battle of the Canyons
A five-ton beast wrapped in violet core fire falling onto your front rank tends to ruin even the most carefully planned military formation.The Purple Flame Tiger hit the narrow canyon floor with a deafening thud that shook the red stone walls. A massive wave of violet heat exploded outward, melting the front edge of the orthodox bronze shield line in a single heartbeat and sending horsemen tumbling into the dust. Screams of dying horses and panic-stricken soldiers echoed through the thick sulfur smoke. Down in the narrow trench, the disciplined rows of the three mid-tier sects had completely collapsed into chaotic, bloody survival as the falling boulders blocked their rear exit and left them trapped like sheep in a butcher's yard."Hold the shield wall, you cowards!" Elder Cao screamed, his face spattered with red mud as he swung his silver sword to deflect a jagged piece of flying rock. "It is just a single wild beast and a handful of dirt-faced miners!""A single wild beast that is
The Alliance Sends a Response
Five hundred polished iron spears do not make a quiet sound when they hit the dirt together at midnight.The heavy, rhythmic march of disciplined boots vibrated through the narrow, red rock canyon, sending tiny showers of dry red gravel sliding down the sheer sandstone cliffs. High above the canyon floor, three large silk banners fluttered against the cold desert wind, each bearing the glittering silver emblems of the three mid-tier orthodox sects deployed by the Alliance. Bright yellow paper lanterns hung from tall wooden pikes, casting a harsh, artificial light over neat rows of heavily armored soldiers marching in perfect formation. At the front of the column rode three elder captains on tall, armored warhorses, their white silk robes completely spotless despite the thick cloud of dust rising behind them."They brought five hundred men and three elder captains to take back a coal pit, Lin Feng, and their front rank is carrying heavy bronze shields from the inner city," Ye Xue said,
You may also like
My Dragon Beast System
ECM_MANGA19.1K viewsHero In The Cultivator World
Shin Novel 82.0K viewsThe Hero of Vengeance
DovahKean17.9K viewsDestroyer of the Dao
Evanscapenovel64.5K viewsThe Borrowed Time System
abundance ke202 viewsThe Dead Won't Let Me Rest
Dark Quill283 viewsThe Samsara God King's rebirth
Zellix258 viewsHe Who Unmakes Kings
Shadowdep199 views