Chapter 70: The Demeanor of a Grandmaster

Wang Jie looked at the surging crowd all around, instinctively shrinking his neck, and tentatively asked, “Could it be... Lin Feng is actually Master Lin?”

“It seems so. But even if that’s the case, so what? Cheng Qianfeng is so formidable—Lin Feng, just some reckless youth, is only asking for humiliation by stepping onto the stage!” Qin Chao was inwardly astonished, but outwardly remained calm and disdainful toward Lin Feng.

“Exactly. Even Binhai’s number one martial artist, Luo Qiankun, couldn’t last one round against Cheng Qianfeng. Lin Feng is bound to lose—there’s no suspense!” Tian Xinyu immediately echoed him, appearing relaxed though his eyelids kept twitching.

Zhong Hui said nothing, desperately clutching his right hand—the same hand Lin Feng had crushed days ago now throbbed faintly with pain.

At this moment, these so-called elite young men all wore expressions of indifference, but in truth, their hearts were pounding. Those present today were not some ignorant masses, but the upper echelon of Binhai City—at least two hundred tycoons worth hundreds of millions. These people possessed sharp eyes and immense experience. To win their applause and admiration, Lin Feng’s aura was already unmatched in Binhai! The connections and power he now represented—there was almost no one in the city who could challenge him.

They all knew deep down that Lin Feng was likely some deeply hidden, low-profile powerhouse, but they refused to believe it. Because, once this was confirmed, given their previous actions, Lin Feng would surely retaliate mercilessly—their families could not protect them!

Feng Jing sat a row behind them, coldly observing Qin Chao and the others’ vivid expressions, a faint sneer playing on her lips. As the saying goes, you can't persuade those courting death with kind words—this was all their own doing!

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On the viewing platform, Long Yaoyang saw Lin Feng step onto the ring and burst into loud laughter, pointing at Lin Feng and shouting, “Wang Jisheng, this is your trump card? Lin Feng? Hahaha! What a joke! Do you know, just a month ago, I beat him down every day, humiliated him, made him whimper like a dog before me. Now you send him to face Uncle Cheng? You must be out of your mind!”

Long Aoyun scrutinized Lin Feng carefully, sensing not the slightest hint of martial aura, convinced Lin Feng was just an ordinary man without any cultivation at all.

He raised his brows, clapped his hands, and said with a smile, “Wang Jisheng, since we’ve already made a bet, why not up the stakes?”

“Oh? Hall Master Long, you want to raise the bet?”

“Yes, I’ll add my right hand to it!”

As Long Aoyun spoke, both camps on the viewing platform were startled.

Only Wang Jisheng remained calm, without hesitation, immediately replying, “Fine, I’ll match it!”

“Boss! Think it over! Are you really willing to risk your right hand for some reckless kid?”

Outwardly, Wang Jisheng was composed as frost, but inside he was laughing wildly: “Hahaha! Long Aoyun, even you can misjudge! Today, I’ll cripple you and eliminate future threats!”

…

At the center of the venue, Lin Feng stepped onto the ring with effortless ease, strolling as if he were wandering through his own garden.

Cheng Qianfeng saw this, raised his brows, and shouted, “Are you Master Lin?”

“If Wang Jisheng wasn’t mistaken, then the ‘Master Lin’ you speak of is indeed me.”

“Well, well, well. I’ve seen martial masters before, but I never expected to meet a twenty-something kid pretending to be one today. Binhai must be a shallow pond to have so many frogs! I want to see just how much strength this so-called master has!”

Cheng Qianfeng clearly didn’t believe Lin Feng possessed true mastery. In the Skull Society, almost all martial masters were at least sixty-eight years old. For a mere pup to feign before him—utter madness!

“Cheng Qianfeng! How dare you spout such arrogance and insult Master Lin? Even if it costs me my life, I, Luo Qiankun, will not let you off!”

Luo Qiankun was already gravely wounded and unable to stand. Yet, seeing someone dare to insult his benefactor so openly, he gritted his teeth, swallowed his own blood, and forced himself upright. Staggering onto the ring, he swore to protect Lin Feng with his life.

“That’s enough, Luo Qiankun. Go back and heal according to my prescription. The insight from today’s breakthrough—savor it well when you return. Leave this to me.”

As he spoke, Lin Feng pointed his finger like a sword, channeling a thread of spiritual energy into Luo Qiankun’s meridians.

The energy coursed through Luo’s body, repairing his meridians and healing his internal injuries. Moments later, Luo Qiankun felt a surge of power, as if every cell in his body was cheering!

“Master Lin, you—”

“Go.”

“Yes! Luo Qiankun has failed Master Lin—I’ll go down now.”

Lin Feng waved his hand dismissively. Luo Qiankun knew Lin Feng had used a profound technique to suppress his injuries. Understanding he’d been a burden, he dared not disobey and stepped off the ring.

Now, only Lin Feng and Cheng Qianfeng remained atop the platform.

“Boy, I don’t care who you are. I’ll give you one minute. Kneel and kowtow, leave the ring now, and I might spare your life. Otherwise, when the match begins, I can’t promise you’ll survive!”

Cheng Qianfeng was brash and arrogant, completely disregarding Lin Feng. He extended his right arm, pointing down at the ground, signaling Lin Feng to kneel before him—a display of utter contempt.

Lin Feng, however, remained calm and composed, not a trace of anger, but instead, spoke quietly, “Cheng Qianfeng, don’t bother testing me. Use your full strength—otherwise, you’ll have no chance at all.”

“Hah, you play the part well. I’ll flatten you with one punch!”

Cheng Qianfeng wasted no more words. His towering muscles exploded with power, skin flushed red, like a locomotive fueled to the brim, charging straight at Lin Feng.

He had nearly killed Luo Qiankun with a single punch—such a full-force charge could crush a thousand-pound weight. Yet Lin Feng stood sideways, serene and unmoved, as solid as a mountain.

As Cheng Qianfeng’s charge seemed about to smash Lin Feng to pieces, Long Yaoyang on the viewing platform laughed madly, hollering, “Hahaha! Lin Feng, die!”

A bloodthirsty gleam flashed in Cheng Qianfeng’s eyes, intent on pulverizing Lin Feng.

But just as he thought victory was assured, a mysterious force stopped him dead in his tracks. He could not advance another inch.

Raising his head, he saw an astonishing sight: Lin Feng had simply lifted his arm, pointing like a sword, and touched Cheng Qianfeng’s shoulder—nothing more.

Was it possible... that his brute force charge had been blocked by just two fingers?

At that moment, as the wind howled, Lin Feng stood tall and unyielding, his otherworldly aura on full display.

In an instant, the entire venue erupted in deafening cheers, rolling in like waves!

“Master Lin! Mighty!”

“Master Lin! Unmatched!”

“Master Lin…”

Lin Feng slowly raised his head and said coldly, “I told you, if you don’t use your full strength, you won’t have any chance at all.”

Hearing this, Cheng Qianfeng’s pupils contracted, his heart raced, and he was filled with terror.

Could it be... Lin Feng truly possessed the power of a master?