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Chapter Twenty-Six: Battle at Shen Yumen
That night, the attic where Lin Yun resided finally became lively. Several Inner Sect Disciples had come at the behest of their master to inquire about Lin Miaomiao.
After being suppressed for so long, Lin Yun could finally breathe a little easier. However, once everyone had left, his brow furrowed tightly again. Tomorrow would present a dilemma, an inextricable deadlock. If none of the top three were disciples of the Lin Clan, the title of the outer sect's first would be revoked.
Lin Feng and Miaomiao had not gone to sleep; the two sat on the steps of the courtyard chatting. The night was deep, and the bright moonlight cast a gentle glow on Miaomiao's delicate features, making her appear even more beautiful and lively.
Lin Feng looked at Miaomiao and couldn't help but say, "I've noticed that the higher your cultivation, the more beautiful you become."
"Are you implying that I wasn't beautiful before?" Miaomiao feigned anger.
Lin Feng wanted to explain but ended up chuckling helplessly, "I've realized that us men just can't keep up with your logic."
"Never offend anyone but women."
The two spoke almost simultaneously, and after finishing, they exchanged smiles, sharing an unspoken understanding.
After a moment of silence, Miaomiao asked, "Do you have any chance of winning in tomorrow's competition?"
Lin Feng pondered for a moment. "Generally speaking, a Sixfold Realm cultivator possesses about thirty thousand pounds of strength. I have twenty thousand pounds from my physical body, plus an additional ten thousand from opening two layers of Foundation. That should be about enough."
"But he practices Earth-based Martial Arts Techniques; someone like him will have stronger physical strength than others. If his physical strength is five thousand pounds more than yours, then your chances are slim," Miaomiao analyzed carefully. Having spent time with Lin Feng, she had gained some understanding of Foundation and strength.
Foundation Realm is about solidifying one's base; the manifestation of one's cultivation primarily lies in physical strength. Only upon reaching Nurturing Origin Realm and practicing Mystical Arts can one display low-level Divine Techniques.
"Indeed. Others might overlook physical training, but that Shen Yumen has certainly trained his body to some extent. Winning tomorrow will be quite challenging," Lin Feng said seriously.
Miaomiao reached out and patted Lin Feng's shoulder, a sweet smile on her face as she said, "I believe you can definitely defeat him. In the Top Ten Disciples ranking, I'm first, and you're second."
"With a terrifying talent like yours by my side, I can only be the eternal second wherever I go," Lin Feng replied with a feigned bitter smile.
"What? You don't want to be my follower? But you promised my father that you would take good care of me. Are you trying to go back on your word?"
"Of course I want to! Being beside a beauty like you is something I would gladly accept. However, Miaomiao, do you think it's possible that in the future, you might fly too high and too fast while I can only stand on the ground looking up at you? At that time, our worlds might be vastly different. Will you still sit quietly beside me and talk like you do now?"
Lin Feng felt an inexplicable melancholy wash over him. He sensed that this possibility was quite likely to come true. So far, he was the only one who had truly witnessed Miaomiao's terrifying potential. The Foundation Realm could merge with Earth Qi, making it unimaginable what her future achievements would be.
Miaomiao pondered his words for a moment, her long eyelashes fluttering, making her appear even more lively and adorable. After a while, she said, "Lin Feng, I want to thank you. If it weren't for you leaving me in the Beastly Forest, I wouldn't have grown so quickly. Now, I want to become stronger not to show off how amazing I am to the world but because I want to unravel the mystery surrounding that dream of mine."
"Every time I grow a little stronger, that dream becomes more vivid. The figure on the back of the giant dragon is gradually becoming clearer. I want to know what he looks like. I want to know who he is and why he keeps appearing in my dreams," Miaomiao said earnestly.
Lin Feng nodded and tightly grasped Miaomiao's hands. "You will definitely be able to unravel all the mysteries."
"Thank you, Lin Feng. You always believe in me without a doubt, even when everything seems like a fantasy. So you don't need to worry; I just want to solve some mysteries. How could I possibly enter a world different from yours?"
"Lin Feng, since stepping out of Qingshan Town and entering this world, you've been with me all along. Without you, I think... I would feel lost," Miaomiao said as she held Lin Feng's hands tightly, gazing at him with deep affection.
Lin Feng nodded and said, "I will definitely become stronger. That way, even if you want to fly away, I can follow."
"Of course! You promised my father that you would protect me for life. If you dare break your promise, I'll make sure to turn you into a pig's head."
"Wow, I'm so scared."
"Ha ha, Lin Feng, you're being so shameless."
"Miaomiao, you look so beautiful."
Time seemed to stand still in that beautiful moment. Miaomiao leaned against Lin Feng's shoulder as they quietly gazed at the starry sky.
The next day, the sound of the bell rang, marking the final day of the Inner Sect Disciples Competition.
Lin Yun had drowned his sorrows in alcohol the night before and was completely drunk. His spirits were at an all-time low, and he couldn't even be bothered to change his clothes as he wearily entered the Training Ground.
"Hey, Elder Lin, did you sleep well last night?" Fei Ze asked cheerfully, clearly enjoying himself.
Lin Yun shot Fei Ze a glare, too tired to engage in conversation.
On the Arena of the Training Ground, the Head Elder announced loudly, "Today's first match is Lin Feng versus Shen Yumen."
Shen Yumen soared onto the Arena, dressed in white robes, exuding an air of confidence and possessing quite a handsome appearance.
Lin Feng walked onto the Arena quietly, wearing simple cloth garments and appearing somewhat thin. In terms of presence, he and Shen Yumen were worlds apart.
"I am Shen Yumen. Please give me your guidance," Shen Yumen said with a smile.
"I am Lin Feng. Please," Lin Feng replied politely.
Shen Yumen stepped forward with his right foot into a bow stance, then unleashed his Earth-based Martial Arts Technique. Streams of Vital Energy transformed into earthy hues, swirling around him to form a solid defense.
Lin Feng looked at Shen Yumen and said, "I'm just a Dual Realm; you don't need to be so cautious."
Shen Yumen smiled in response, "On the battlefield, I won't underestimate any opponent. Come on."
Lin Feng realized that Shen Yumen intended to adopt a strategy of attrition, aiming to exhaust his Vital Energy before delivering a decisive blow.
"How much Vital Energy can a Dual Realm have?"
After Lin Feng finished speaking, he made his move, but surprisingly, his opponent did not counterattack. Continuing this way was pointless. Lin Feng chose not to tap into his Cultivation. Compared to Shen Yumen, his Vital Energy was far too limited and needed to be reserved for a critical moment.
Relying solely on his Physical Strength, Lin Feng threw a simple punch at Shen Yumen.
Bang... Bang... Bang...
Each punch landed heavily against Shen Yumen's earth-based defense, producing muffled sounds.
With every powerful strike, Shen Yumen felt a tingling sensation in his arms. Within no time at all, he found himself being pushed back by Lin Feng's relentless blows.
"What incredible strength! How is he doing this?" Shen Yumen thought to himself in shock.
"If you continue with this strategy, I'll knock you out of the Arena."
Lin Feng kept pounding away with his fists, maintaining a steady rhythm. He had fought cautiously against fierce beasts in the jungle for several hours; exhausting himself would take quite some time.
"You are indeed very strong."
After Shen Yumen finished, he immediately switched to a different combat strategy. He gathered all his energy and unleashed a punch using the Martial Arts Technique, colliding with Lin Feng's fist.
Bang...
With a loud crash, Shen Yumen's figure shook violently for a moment, but he remained standing in place. Lin Feng, on the other hand, staggered back eight steps before finally stabilizing himself.
Lin Feng felt a throbbing pain in his arm and couldn't help but think, "The Sixfold Realm is indeed different."
"Shen Yumen made a simple move, and Lin Feng was sent flying. It seems that Lin Feng really has reached his limit."
"Relying on the Dual Realm to get this far, he has already shown remarkable prowess."
"In a life-and-death duel, no one cares about your Foundation; it's all about strength."
As the two separated, discussions erupted among the Inner Sect Disciples.
Shen Yumen quietly looked at Lin Feng and said, "You're right. When fighting you, I can't just defend; your strength is too great and could injure me."
"My cultivation level is far above yours. Why should I avoid my strengths?"
Lin Feng replied, "That's true. My Foundation is not as strong as yours; this was always going to be an unremarkable match. Why don't we go all out and finish this battle quickly?"
"That makes sense. Please."
This was Lin Feng's strategy. Besides his formidable Physical Strength, he also had extensive close-combat experience. In the Beastly Forest, he had fought ferociously against beasts and accumulated rich practical experience. If Shen Yumen continued to defend, the outcome could lead to his own exhaustion of strength and Vital Energy while Shen Yumen would still have enough left to defeat him due to his superior cultivation level.
Shen Yumen launched an attack, primarily using fire-based Martial Arts Techniques. His Vital Energy burned like a raging flame, radiating a scorching aura directed at Lin Feng. This time, Shen Yumen held nothing back. He intended to unleash his full power, forcing Lin Feng to rely on his Cultivation to defend himself. Otherwise, the fire-based Martial Arts Techniques would scorch his body.
In a battle of Cultivation against Cultivation, the one who emerged victorious would be the one with greater strength.
However, what he did not know was that Lin Feng was not only powerful but also possessed a terrifyingly strong physique. Otherwise, the earlier earth-based Martial Arts Technique would not have merely pushed Lin Feng back.
Lin Feng charged forward with all his might, like a fierce and relentless wolf. His Cultivation surged as he closed in on Shen Yumen, unleashing the Angry Dragon Fist to its fullest extent and launching a fierce offensive.
One person's goal was to outlast the other in a battle of Cultivation; whoever exhausted their Cultivation first would lose.
Another's aim was to secure victory with relentless attacks before their Cultivation ran dry.
In this battle, both sides spared no effort and unleashed their full capabilities. This confrontation could be considered the most intense fight in the Inner Sect Disciples Competition, unmatched by any other.
The two figures were locked in a fierce struggle, unable to separate from each other. Shen Yumen attempted to evade, but Lin Feng clung to him like a ferocious beast that had sunk its teeth into its prey, refusing to let go and only able to retaliate with all his strength.
The two figures darted back and forth across the Arena, moving rapidly as the sound of heavy strikes echoed continuously.
"Lin Feng, you must win!" Miaomiao watched the match with growing anxiety. Lin Feng had reached the pinnacle of the Sixfold Realm; she had no idea how this battle would end.
"That Lin Feng is incredible! He's actually holding his own against Shen Yumen."
"I thought his peak was only at the Fivefold Foundation; I never expected him to reach the Sixfold Realm."
The Outer Disciples engaged in heated discussions.
"A weight of ten thousand pounds, there truly are those in this world who seek to prove their path through their own bodies."
In the Inner Sect, a young man dressed in white spoke softly. His white robes were as pure as snow, and his handsome features radiated a chilling aura.
He was none other than the Senior Brother of the Inner Sect—Lu Wushuang.
Those who could enter the Inner Sect and become a Senior Disciple were undoubtedly formidable.
Upon hearing the usually silent Senior Brother speak, another disciple asked, "Senior Brother, who do you think will win?"
"It doesn't matter who wins or loses. After this battle, the one called Lin Feng will surely become the target of all the Elders. His potential is immense!" Lu Wushuang replied calmly.
"Is he really that impressive? If so, why can't he raise his Foundation like everyone else of similar age?" some disciples questioned skeptically.
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