Absolute strength

Mo Ye's eyes flickered slightly, coldly staring at Lin Feng. This fellow truly didn't know his place. Did he think that with his talent, it was enough to provoke Nangong Ling?

"Truly ridiculous," a tone of mockery appeared in Mo Ye's eyes.

"Master, Tianlang King and the others are all here. Shouldn't we continue with the sect's grand competition and not delay any further?" This suggestion came from Mo Canglan, who had been sitting there with his eyes closed, seemingly resting. His eyes opened, and a cold light flashed. His silence didn't mean he was unaware of what was happening. On that day, Bei Lao had almost taken Mo Ye's life. For this, he had been furious. He had served the sect for many years. Just because of an outer disciple, they wanted his son's life?

Moreover, wasn't this enough to offset Mo Ye's mistakes? To make Mo Ye kneel and admit his wrongs in front of everyone because of a newly entered inner disciple?

Upon hearing Mo Canglan speak, Nangong Ling couldn't help but smile bitterly. If it weren't for Mo Canglan, maybe he would have punished Mo Ye for his actions. However, Mo Canglan had entered the Yunhai Sect even before him. He was an elder of the sect. Punishing Mo Ye might ease Lin Feng's heart, but it would undoubtedly chill the hearts of the other elders and make them resent the sect.

Nangong Ling was caught in a dilemma. As the head of a sect, he had too much to consider.

"Lin Feng, let's continue with the sect's grand competition for now. We'll discuss this matter later. What do you think?" Nangong Ling's words made Lin Feng realize that his influence was still insufficient. Compared to the elders and the Grand Elder, his talented junior status held much less weight. However, could he just ignore the humiliation inflicted by Mo Ye?

Should he endure being bullied just because he was weak?

If Mo Ye faced no consequences this time, he would still not care about Lin Feng's feelings. He would plot against him again because he knew Nangong Ling wouldn't touch him.

Shaking his head, Lin Feng's gaze was firm. Though he was still weak, even the weak had flesh and blood, and dignity. Mo Ye had almost cost him his life several times. Now, he simply wanted to reclaim a bit of dignity. If Nangong Ling didn't agree to this request, he, Lin Feng, would still be looked down upon, still thought of as someone to be arbitrarily bullied by Mo Ye. What would be the point of staying in the Yunhai Sect then?

"Master, I understand Mo Ye's esteemed status, and Elder Mo Canglan's seniority. But just because of this, am I to be arbitrarily bullied? Even in the Yunhai Sect, I cannot hold my head up high. If that's the case, what's the point of me staying in the Yunhai Sect?"

Lin Feng's voice was extremely firm. Today, Mo Ye must be held accountable.

In the valley, the atmosphere was exceptionally quiet. Lin Feng had confronted Mo Ye, and Nangong Ling could only choose one of them.

"So bold," many people thought. Lin Feng's words were so strong that the Sect Master had to choose between him and Mo Ye. Quite bold.

"Ridiculous," a cold voice suddenly interrupted. The speaker was an inner disciple standing on the platform of life and death. Among these inner disciples, he ranked twenty-first, which meant he was the twenty-first among them.

"Such nonsense. Lin Feng, what status and strength does Elder Mo Ye have? What about you? Just an outer disciple. If Elder Mo Ye wants to plot against you, you still dare to stand here and spout nonsense? I'm truly ashamed to be a member of the Yunhai Sect with you," the disciple said coldly, firmly accusing Lin Feng of talking nonsense.

Mo Ye, upon hearing this, smiled slightly, satisfied with this disciple.

"Lei Bo, why bother with such a foul-mouthed junior? The Sect Master is wise and will make a fair judgment," someone advised.

"Elder, I know the Sect Master is wise, but seeing this shameless junior relying on a bit of talent, I can't help but feel angry. If we meet in the inner sect competition, I will kill him," Lei Bo said, full of anger, challenging Lin Feng.

When Nangong Ling frowned, Lei Bo was ranked first among the inner disciples, and his strength had reached the third level of the Lingwu Realm, incredibly strong. It was far beyond what someone of the second level could match. Although Lin Feng was proficient in swordsmanship, the gap in their realms was there. If he agreed to this battle, Lin Feng would be in danger.

Just as Nangong Ling was about to refuse, Lin Feng suddenly spoke up.

"Master, I, Lin Feng, speak openly and frankly. It is well-known that Mo Ye plotted against me. This person accuses me of speaking nonsense and spouting crazy words. If I'm not Mo Ye's dog, then what am I? Please allow this battle, a fight to the death."

Lin Feng looked up at Nangong Ling, his gaze calm, confident, without any fluctuation, which made Nangong Ling's heart tremble slightly.

Could it be that Lin Feng was still hiding his strength?

Thinking of this, Nangong Ling couldn't help but feel a little hopeful. His mouth twitched, "Allow the battle."

"Thank you, Master," Lei Bo said excitedly when Nangong Ling agreed. He trembled slightly, rose into the air, and landed gracefully on the central platform of life and death, facing Lin Feng.

"This battle is a fight to the death. With the Master's consent, it is certain that you, Lin Feng, will die," Lei Bo emphasized, as if afraid that Nangong Ling would change his mind.

Lin Feng's aggressive stance left Mo Ye with no way out, so Lei Bo stepped forward to help Mo Ye. If he could kill Lin Feng, Mo Ye would surely take special care of him in the future.

"You are very confident," Lei Bo said.

"Of course. You are just a junior who has just entered the inner sect. Although your talent is not weak, you are far too weak compared to me, who is at the third level of the Lingwu Realm. I don't even need to release my martial soul to easily crush you," Lei Bo said confidently.

As he spoke, a powerful aura emanated from Lei Bo. It was arrogant and overbearing. White light flickered on Lei Bo's body, making crackling sounds, like the sound of thunder.

"The Eight Desolation Palm," Lin Feng didn't bother to waste time with Lei Bo. He raised his hand and unleashed a fierce palm strike with six palm prints.

"Hmph," Lei Bo sneered, his palms trembling slightly. Six thunderous lights burst out, striking the six palm prints, obliterating them in an instant.

"Force," Lin Feng took a step forward, and an invisible sword intent burst forth in the air. Without a sword, there was sword qi, sword intent, and sword momentum.

With a casual wave of his hands, another six palm prints were sent out, relentless.

Lin Feng knew that these casual attacks couldn't possibly shake Lei Bo. Stepping forward again, the space howled, the sword intent chilling, dominating the heavens and earth with the essence of the sword.

Even more terrifying, this surge of sword momentum surged suddenly, increasing exponentially, much stronger than when Lin Feng had killed five inner disciples earlier.

An invisible pressure descended on Lei Bo, making him feel as if he would be crushed by this powerful sword momentum if he was the slightest bit careless.

"Lingwu Realm, Second Level," Lei Bo trembled, shouting, "You're not at the first level of the Lingwu Realm, but the second level!"

The crowd changed color. Lin Feng, indeed, had hidden his strength. In a short period, no one had heard of Lin Feng's name, but in this short time, Lin Feng had risen rapidly, becoming the focus of attention.

Now, having comprehended the sword intent, he possessed the strength of the second level of the Lingwu Realm, enough to contend with a third-level Lingwu Realm expert. No wonder he had no fear of challenging Lei Bo.

"This guy is not only amazingly talented in martial arts," Nangong Ling was somewhat numb. He still remembered the first time he had met Lin Feng when Lin Feng was just a Qi Martial Realm junior, weak and insignificant. He had even dared to bully Lin Qian of the first level of the Lingwu Realm from the Haoyue Sect. But in this short time.

Lin Feng had broken through to the Lingwu Realm, comprehended the sword intent, killed five inner disciples, challenged a third-level Lingwu Realm expert, and seemed to have the upper hand.

"You talk too much," Lin Feng took another step, and the invisible sword qi pierced Lei Bo's clothes, stabbing his skin. The terrifying sword momentum descended on Lei Bo, causing his face to change drastically. It was the first time he had encountered such a terrifying sword intent.

"Damn it," cursing lowly, Lei Bo's body was bathed in endless thunder light, and his arms and hands were also pierced by thunder, as if carrying the anger of a thunder god as he struck out, resisting the formidable sword force.

"Pulling Sword Technique," while the palm prints were still dissipating, a sword light shot up into the sky, carrying that sense of destruction.

The Pulling Sword Technique required speed, extreme speed. The faster, the more terrifying the explosive power.

Lin Feng drew his sword with one stroke, and a strong sword aura cut through the sky, tearing through space, tearing everything apart.

"Thunder God's Fury," Lei Bo roared, his whole person bathed in endless thunder light, his arms and hands pierced by thunder, as if carrying the fury of a thunder god as he struck out, resisting the formidable sword force.

"Boom," thunder and sword qi collided, the dazzling white light was extremely hot, and the eyes of the crowd flickered, unable to open.

Lei Bo felt the pain all over his body, his face turning iron blue. He had never thought that Lin Feng would be so strong.

What is momentum? The more you fight, the stronger you become.

With this sword strike, the surrounding sword momentum not only did not weaken but became even stronger, as if it wanted to crush Lei Bo.

"Second Level of the Lingwu Realm," Lei Bo's heart trembled, shouting, "You're not at the first level of the Lingwu Realm, but the second level!"

The crowd all changed color. Lin Feng had indeed hidden his strength. In a short time, no one had heard of Lin Feng, but in just a short time, Lin Feng had rapidly risen to become the focus of attention.

Now, with the comprehension of sword momentum, he possessed the strength of the second level of the Lingwu Realm, enough to contend with a third-level Lingwu Realm expert. No wonder he had no fear of challenging Lei Bo.

"This guy is not only amazingly talented in martial arts," Nangong Ling was somewhat numb. He still remembered the first time he had met Lin Feng when Lin Feng was just a Qi Martial Realm junior, weak and insignificant. He had even dared to bully Lin Qian of the first level of the Lingwu Realm from the Haoyue Sect. But in this short time.

Lin Feng had broken through to the Lingwu Realm, comprehended the sword intent, killed five inner disciples, challenged a third-level Lingwu Realm expert, and seemed to have the upper hand.

"You talk too much," Lin Feng took another step, and the invisible sword qi pierced Lei Bo's clothes, stabbing his skin. The terrifying sword momentum descended on Lei Bo, causing his face to change drastically. It was the first time he had encountered such a terrifying sword intent.

"Damn it," cursing lowly, Lei Bo's body was bathed in endless thunder light, and his arms and hands were also pierced by thunder, as if carrying the anger of a thunder god as he struck out, resisting the formidable sword force.

"Pulling Sword Technique," while the palm prints were still dissipating, a sword light shot up into the sky, carrying that sense of destruction.

The Pulling Sword Technique required speed, extreme speed. The faster, the more terrifying the explosive power.

Lin Feng drew his sword with one stroke, and a strong sword aura cut through the sky, tearing through space, tearing everything apart.

"Thunder God's Fury," Lei Bo roared, his whole person bathed in endless thunder light, his arms and hands pierced by thunder, as if carrying the fury of a thunder god as he struck out, resisting the formidable sword force.

"Boom," thunder and sword qi collided, the dazzling white light was extremely hot, and the eyes of the crowd flickered, unable to open.

Lei Bo felt the pain all over his body, his face turning iron blue. He had never thought that Lin Feng would be so strong.

What is momentum? The more you fight, the stronger you become.

With this sword strike, the surrounding sword momentum not only did not weaken but became even stronger, as if it wanted to crush Lei Bo.