Chapter 044：Who can stop

In Yangzhou City, on Tianfu Street, at this moment, many martial cultivators gathered in a large courtyard, making a lot of noise. 

"Six people now, plus Qiu Lan. Just one more person is needed to make up the eight. Damn it! These guys are all so powerful. We must fight hard to secure the eighth spot." Among the crowd, a young man fixed his gaze firmly ahead and murmured in a low voice. 

"Are you dreaming? The eighth place has already been secured. Feng Gan has reached the ninth stage of cultivation in the Martial Realm. Compared to many other family sons, he is much more powerful. Just now, he didn't even try to compete for it. He just didn't care. Because in his opinion, this last place is definitely his. Don't you think you are even more powerful than Feng Gan?" 

The person beside him rudely criticized him. 

"Damn it!" Hearing the words "Feng Gan" from that man, his face instantly darkened and he felt extremely depressed. It seems that he won't be able to participate in the martial arts competition held by the city lord in Yangzhou this time. 

It turned out that news had spread in Yangzhou City that the City Lord's Mansion would once again hold the Yangzhou City Martial Arts Competition. However, this time, not only the members of the four major families could participate, but also the disciples of other minor families and even outstanding young martial artists without families could join in. However, there were only eight spots available in total. 

Similarly, the four major families of the city - the Nalan, Gu, Lin and Wen families - each have eight slots. The forty slots selected out of these represent the most outstanding young generation of Yangzhou City. It is a great honor, attracting the attention of all, and who wouldn't want to be the center of attention among them? 

Unfortunately, the four major families - the Lordship Mansion, the Mansion of the Great Sage, the Mansion of the Great Sage's Son, and the Mansion of the Great Sage's Grandson - have already allocated thirty-two slots. The others in Yangzhou City can only compete for one of the eight slots given to Qiu Lan by the Lordship Mansion. As for Qiu Lan, let them prove their worth. At this point, seven people have already been selected, leaving only one last slot to be contested. But even this last slot is basically set - it's sealed for Kong Gan. 

Feng Gan was dressed in a blue garment, tall and slender in build, with a defiant gaze. 

At this moment, he clasped his hands over his chest and walked to the front of the crowd, saying in a cold tone, "This last spot is mine." 

When the crowd saw Feng Gan's haughty posture, they felt indignant inwardly. They wanted to go up and compete with Feng Gan, but when they thought of his strength, they could only sigh in their hearts. It seemed that they could only act as spectators this time. 

Feng Gan glanced at the hundreds of people before him, his eyes showing disdain. 

" A bunch of losers! They don't even have the guts to fight. Since you guys don't dare to fight, I'll go in first." Feng Gan sneered and then prepared to head towards the main hall ahead. In the middle of the hall, there were already seven people sitting there, namely Qiu Lan and the six selected ones. 

This fellow is indeed as arrogant as the rumors say. It is said that he is extremely ruthless. Anyone who dares to challenge him will suffer dire consequences if defeated. They will become useless. The crowd thought to themselves. Although they were extremely angry at what Feng Gan said, no one dared to speak up. Feng Gan's methods were extremely cruel. He was notorious in Yangzhou City. Moreover, few people below the Lingwu Realm could subdue him. This made his arrogance even more rampant. 

The angry crowd could only watch Fan Gan walking step by step towards the main hall. 

"Wait a moment." A not very loud voice suddenly rang out, sounding particularly distinct in the quiet courtyard. A flicker of surprise crossed the eyes of the crowd. They turned their gaze and immediately saw a young man emerge from the crowd. 

The young man was dressed in a white shirt. Though not luxurious, it was clean and neat. Carrying a long sword on his back, he had a well-proportioned figure. What was more astonishing was his eyes. Clear and clean, they gave the impression of profound depth and vastness. The lively and clear eyes also had a color that was not in keeping with his age. 

Seeing this person, many young people who consider themselves outstanding feel a tinge of shame and self-reproach. 

This young man who appeared was exactly Lin Feng after the transformation. He merely asked a few questions and learned about the situation here. Then he came straight here, as if he had arrived at the right time. 

Feng Gan looked at Lin Feng. His hands were still clasped in front of his chest. His eyes went from top to bottom, seemingly sneering or mocking. 

"Are you asking me to wait?" 

"Yes." Lin Feng seemed not to understand Fenggan's gaze. He nodded slightly. 

A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Feng Gan looked at the young man who was a couple of years younger than him with pity-filled eyes and said with a smile, "Do you know the consequences of my waiting?" 

Lin Feng shook his head with a bitter smile. In a world where martial arts reign supreme, do all those who consider themselves exceptionally talented like to act like they're superior? 

Taking a step forward, Lin Feng walked towards Feng Gan. This scene made the crowd's expressions freeze for a moment. Could this guy be insane? At the age of around sixteen, even the children of the big families could at most have reached the level of the seventh or eighth stage of the Qi-Wu Realm. How could they compete with Feng Gan? 

At this age, one would have to be exceptionally talented to compete with Feng Gan. Only the most outstanding members of the four major families in Yangzhou City could do so, but they clearly don't think that Lin Feng would be one of them. 

"Seeing that you too want to enter that great hall, I really don't know whether to admire your courage or think you are stupid. Since you insist on it, then I'll wipe out all your cultivation and make you lose your body's essence." Feng Gan saw that Lin Feng had challenged his authority and superiority, as if standing on a high place to look down upon Lin Feng. 

"Clang!" 

A soft moan was heard, and then a cold glint flashed past. Immediately, a dull groan was heard, and Feng Gan's body began to slide on the ground, sliding directly to a distance of a hundred meters away. 

A mouthful of blood shot out from Fenggan's mouth. He coughed violently several times. Fenggan knelt on one knee, with fresh blood still spurting out from his mouth and dripping onto the ground. 

The swordlight flickered again, the cold light vanished, and the long sword returned to Lin Feng's scabbard. 

The crowd's pupils dilated, their hearts trembled. Lin Feng, did he just sever Gan Jun's head with one sword strike? 

"It's so powerful!" Everyone felt a shudder in their hearts. He was only about sixteen years old, yet he was already at the level of the "Ninefold Seal of Martial Power" stage. Even his one move couldn't be blocked by Lin Feng. Moreover, Lin Feng spared his life by merely using the sword body to strike him. Otherwise, with just one sword movement, Seimon would have died instantly. 

"You talk too much nonsense." Lin Feng didn't even glance at Feng Jian before turning his back on him and said coldly, "I'll go now." Then he lifted his feet again and walked towards the main hall. 

Perhaps in his eyes, Feng Gan was of no significance at all. Feng Gan was so insignificant that he didn't even deserve a second glance from him. 

Looking at Lin Feng's back figure, Feng Gan's mind was filled with countless thoughts in an instant. 

You're a complete loser! There are just too many of them! This is what Lin Feng said to him. 

The path of martial arts is one that goes against the natural order of things, increasing one's lifespan, overturning the world, and even seizing the essence of creation of the universe. How much perseverance and tenacity does it require? And yet, he, who is merely at the ninth stage of the Inner Martial realm, like a frog trapped in a well, is arrogant and self-important, lacking respect for others. This one strike is not unjust. 

Struggling to stand up, Feng Gen bowed deeply to Lin Feng's back figure. It wasn't out of reverence for Lin Feng; it was just gratitude for Lin Feng's helping to unlock the shackles that had sealed the door of martial arts for him. 

This scene left countless people puzzled, but there were also some who blushed and seemed to have something on their minds. 

However, Lin Feng didn't witness this scene. Instead, in the main hall, all seven people's gazes immediately fell upon him. Especially the one sitting at the front row, Qiulan. She had met Lin Feng at the Lifu Liquor House before and naturally knew his identity. Moreover, Qiulan also knew something about Lin Feng's experiences in Lin Family. 

"I need a spot to participate in this martial arts competition." Lin Feng's gaze fell upon Qi Lan. His voice was calm but carried a firmness. In this battle, he must take part. 

"Bold move." A person sitting beneath Qiulan's body slapped the table in front of him with his palm, and the wooden table suddenly cracked loudly. 

"What kind of creature are you to talk to Qiu Lan like this?" This person was named Wu Xiao. He had always harbored some kind of fantasy about the beautiful and exceptionally talented Qiu Lan, and his strength was also very formidable. He was at the peak of the 9th stage of the Martial and Spiritual realm, not to be compared with Feng Gan. 

In his view, Lin Feng defeated Feng Gan with just one move. It was partly because Feng Gan was not paying attention. He could do the same thing. Now, he needed to give Lin Feng a taste of his power and authority, so as to make Qiu Lan value him more. 

Lin Feng glanced at Wu Xiao and walked towards him. This made Wu Xiao stand up, his aura blooming and he got ready for battle. 

The dazzling white swordlight flashed again, stinging people's eyes. Wu Xiao didn't even have time to react before she let out a scream and covered her wrist. 

Quickly! After entering Lingwu Realm, even a casual sword strike by Lin Feng was already much faster than before, and more precise as well. 

Reaching out his hand, Lin Feng grabbed Wu Xiao's neck and lifted him up, then carried him out of the hall. 

"Such a waste of time! What good would it do to have him take part in the martial arts competition?" 

As soon as the words were over, Lin Feng kicked out with one foot. Wu Xiao's body was flung back and forth, and then he crashed heavily to the front of the crowd in the square.