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"Who are you?" Wang Yi looked at the young man, feeling a sense of surprise because he could not sense a trace of Vital Energy fluctuations from him.
"Big brother, you have to avenge me!" Lin Haojian glared at Wang Yi with a dark expression, his voice filled with resentment.
"Waste, I told you to practice diligently and not to look down on anyone. Now look at you, defeated by a Seventh Layer Martial Artist." The young man had an angry expression, his gaze towards Wang Yi sharp as lightning. A hint of disdain and arrogance appeared at the corner of his mouth as he said, "Lin Wanfeng!"
Lin Wanfeng paused for a moment and said, "Remember this name, because it will become your nightmare."
"Aren't you a disciple of Wen Cang Sect?" Wang Yi asked in surprise, as neither Kaiyang Sect nor Wen Cang Sect had any martial artists above the Transcendence Realm in the Outer Sect.
It is known that once one breaks through the Transcendence Realm, the Dantian Vital Energy will condense into Primordial Liquid, and their overall power will reach a qualitative breakthrough, far beyond what a Transcendence Realm martial artist can compare to. Wang Yi was not his opponent.
"I haven't told you to get up yet." Lin Wanfeng saw Wang Yi rise and smiled lightly. He casually waved his right hand; it seemed effortless, but when it swept over Wang Yi, it felt like being struck by immense force. Wang Yi immediately knelt on the ground, blood surging within him, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Good, good, good." Seeing Wang Yi completely helpless under his brother's hand, Lin Haojian felt delighted and said, "Listen well, my brother is the number one disciple of Wen Cang Sect's Inner Sect. How can a Waste like you compare!"
"Wow."
Before he finished speaking, the scene erupted into chaos. No one expected that this person was actually the true number one among the younger generation of Wen Cang Sect!
"What? He is Lin Wanfeng, the number one talent of Wen Cang Sect?" Lin Chao exclaimed in shock.
"T talent? Finally, I will trample you underfoot." Li Gang's face turned ashen as he clenched his fists tightly in anger.
"Elder Zhao, what is going on here?" Zhou Deyu's expression changed slightly as his tone grew serious.
"This... Elder Zhou, I truly do not know what is happening," Elder Zhao replied. "I only know that Lin Wanfeng's disciple went to challenge Iron Curtain; as for why he appeared here, I really have no idea."
"Hmph! You Wen Cang Sect are simply too overbearing. A Earth Spirit Realm Martial Artist actually seeks out a Transcendence Realm martial artist." Li Jianren also had an angry expression.
During their conversation, Wang Yi lay on the stage with a face full of anger, staring at Lin Wanfeng and said, "You want to take revenge for your brother."
"Hmph, with you? I could crush you with just one finger," Lin Wanfeng replied, hands behind his back.
"Bastard!" Niu Meng shouted angrily as he jumped onto the stage to help Wang Yi, but he heard Lin Wanfeng coldly say, "Did you not hear what I said? I haven't let him get up yet."
Both Wang Yi and Niu Meng suddenly felt an overwhelming force pressing down on them, so powerful that they couldn't resist it. With a thud, they both knelt on the ground.
"Bastard..." Niu Meng was furious when he suddenly felt a gust of wind hit his face, as if thousands of knives were cutting into him. He opened his mouth and spat out blood.
"I don't like people who use foul language," Lin Wanfeng said casually as he brushed his sleeve.
"Good, good." Lin Haojian exclaimed with delight, "Hmph, my brother is a strong practitioner of the Earth Spirit Realm Ninth Layer. Do you think you can resist? Can you really fight back?"
"Stop it." Chu Yixuan, seeing that both Wang Yi and Niu Meng had pale faces, hurriedly stepped out from the crowd and shouted, "This is a competition between two sects' Outer Sect, and you are an Inner Sect Disciple of the Wen Cang Sect. Isn't this degrading your own status?"
"Degrading my status?" Lin Wanfeng glanced coldly at the approaching Chu Yixuan, his expression suddenly turning icy. "Even now, Iron Curtain doesn't have the right to say that. Who do you think you are to talk to me about qualifications?"
"What? You defeated Iron Curtain?" Li Gang exclaimed in shock, feeling a whirlwind of confusion in his heart. He knew that Iron Curtain was the first disciple of the Kaiyang Sect Inner Sect, yet Lin Wanfeng had defeated him.
"Impossible! How could Brother Iron Curtain lose to you?" Zhao Shanyu said in disbelief.
"..." Chu Yixuan was furious and was about to speak when he saw Lin Wanfeng lightly flick his sleeve. Suddenly, an unmatched gust of wind rushed toward him, causing him to stagger and fly backward.
"Brother Chu..." Seeing this, Lin Chao was alarmed and quickly stepped forward to support Chu Yixuan.
"Wow." Chu Yixuan felt a sweetness in his throat, blood spurted out, and he pointed at Lin Wanfeng with a pale face, saying, "You..."
"Hmph, Waste, what are the Kaiyang Four Disciples? In my eyes, they are nothing but a joke." Lin Wanfeng glanced around at everyone, taking in their expressions, and laughed loudly, "I came to the Kaiyang Sect this time to battle Iron Curtain, and now he has already become my defeated opponent. None of you from the Kaiyang Sect can match me."
"What? Iron Curtain lost to him?" Li Jianren said.
"Yes, indeed. Lin Wanfeng is truly the top disciple of my Wen Cang Sect," Elder Zhao said with a hearty laugh.
"Big Brother, you must be serious. You really defeated Iron Curtain," Lin Haojian asked.
"Hmph, do you think I would lie to you? I came to the Kaiyang Sect specifically to battle Iron Curtain." Lin Wanfeng's expression was quite displeased as he said, "Returning only to see you defeated by this Waste is truly embarrassing for our Lin family. After we go back, you will not step out of the Sect for three months."
"Yes, Big Brother is right," Lin Haojian said, seeing that his brother did not seem to be lying. He quickly bowed his head and said, "From now on, the first among the younger generation of Xiangzhou Prefecture will undoubtedly be you, Big Brother."
"Of course," Lin Wanfeng replied.
"Bastard! What do you mean by the first in Xiangzhou Prefecture? You're just a Seaweed Fish Skin," Niu Meng angrily shouted.
Wang Yi felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing the name Iron Curtain. Although he had not entered the Inner Sect, he had still heard of the reputation of the top disciple there. Now hearing that Lin Wanfeng had defeated Iron Curtain left him shocked and confused. Suddenly, he heard Niu Meng grunt in pain and blood trickle from his mouth.
"No matter how capable you are, your brother is still a Waste," Wang Yi angrily pointed at Lin Wanfeng, his gaze intense. "And you are nothing but a Waste who bullies others relying on your own cultivation."
"Hahaha! Well said, Big Brother! You two brothers are both... Waste," Niu Meng shouted joyfully. "If you have the ability, let your brother defeat my Big Brother." With that, he fixed his gaze on Lin Haojian and said, "Waste."
"Ah! I will kill you!" Lin Haojian screamed in madness. He thought of himself as one of the Wen Cang Three Heroes, gifted and praised by many. He never expected that within such a short time, his reputation would be tarnished and he would be called a Waste; it felt a hundred times worse than being killed.
"Well said! Unable to win on your own strength, you can only rely on your brother to win—what a Waste!" someone among the Kaiyang Sect disciples angrily shouted.
“Waste, what Wen Cang Three Heroes said is simply nonsense.”
“Bastard, did you hear that? You are just a Waste.” Niu Meng licked the blood on his lips and shouted at Lin Haojian.
Lin Wanfeng's gaze fell like swords on the disciples of the Kaiyang Sect. Wherever his eyes passed, everyone dared not look back and stopped their insults.
“Let’s go.” Wang Yi took a moment to catch his breath and wanted to help Niu Meng up.
“Get down.” Lin Wanfeng's expression turned cold, and with a wave of his sleeve, he said in a chilling voice.
“Bang bang.”
Wang Yi and the others suddenly felt as if a great mountain was pressing down on them, collapsing to the ground, unable to move.
“Bastard, how dare you insult me.” Li Haojian's face twisted with rage as he kicked Niu Meng in the abdomen, causing him great pain.
“Bastard, you…” Niu Meng swallowed the blood that was about to surge from his throat.
Lin Haojian sneered, slapping out with his palm. With a loud smack, blood gushed from Niu Meng's mouth and nose, and his left cheek swelled up significantly.
Seeing Niu Meng covered in blood, Wang Yi was extremely worried and cried out, “Niu Meng…”
Before he could finish speaking, he heard Lin Haojian coldly laugh and say, “And you?” He then lifted a foot and stepped on Wang Yi's chest. Wang Yi immediately let out a gasp as blood spewed out.
“Hmph, if you dare to challenge me, this is your fate.” Lin Haojian glanced around at everyone.
“Alright, that's enough. It's just two Waste, no need to go this far.” Lin Wanfeng fixed a cold gaze on Wang Yi. “Remember, if you don’t want today’s events to repeat, whenever you see me in the future, stay far away.”
“Bastard You think you can get away with this? You’ve only cultivated a few more years than me. If I were your age, I would beat you to the ground,” Niu Meng cursed angrily.
“Humph, even if I give you ten years, you will never be my match,” Lin Wanfeng waved his hand at Li Haojie and said, “Let’s go.”
“Stop right there,” Wang Yi slowly stood up, glaring at Lin Wanfeng, his face filled with undisguised killing intent, as if his heart was about to explode.
“What? Do you want to humiliate yourself?” Lin Wanfeng smirked mockingly.
“In three years... after three years, I will definitely defeat you,” Wang Yi said, his eyes filled with wild determination as he stared at Lin Wanfeng, speaking each word clearly.
Although his voice was not loud, it reached everyone’s ears with crystal clarity.
“Just you?” Lin Wanfeng seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, looking at Wang Yi as if he were a mere insect.
“Are you afraid?” Wang Yi asked.
“Afraid of what? Why would I, Lin Wanfeng, be afraid?” Lin Wanfeng’s expression twisted; no one in Xiangzhou Prefecture had ever dared to look down on him like this. “Even if I give you ten years, you will still be a Waste.”
“We’ll make a pact for three years. After three years, I, Wang Yi, will personally go to Wen Cang Sect to fight you. The humiliation of today, I will repay tenfold. If I break my word, may this robe be torn!” Wang Yi declared loudly, tearing off a piece of cloth from his sleeve and holding it like a sword with his fingers together.
A hint of shock surged in Lin Wanfeng’s calm gaze as he stared at the two pieces of cloth fluttering wildly in the cold wind. His expression gradually darkened; it had been a long time since anyone had dared to speak to him like that. Lin Haojian looked at the calm-faced Wang Yi, speechless, but upon seeing his brother's expression, he knew that his brother was angry—truly angry—his voice cold as the winter wind in December.
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