War Spirit Martial Realm

Ten days later, Lin Feng's aura gradually strengthened, and a milky white light appeared between his breaths.

Outside the cave, two figures were approaching.

"This place is truly wonderful, tranquil and ethereal, perfect for cultivation," a young man said, smiling as he noticed the cave for cultivation.

"Xue'er, how about using this place as our cultivation spot?" he asked.

"I don't think you're thinking about cultivation," the girl beside him, dressed in a tight-fitting, fiery red outfit, said teasingly. Her figure was attractive, captivating.

"Hehe, cultivating here with the beautiful Xue'er in my spare time, isn't it wonderful?" The young man, slender and slightly pale, didn't seem like a martial artist.

The girl in red rolled her eyes at the young man but didn't refuse. Cultivation for a martial artist could be costly, with high-quality pills and weapons being expensive. People from ordinary backgrounds who didn't dare to venture into the monster forest found it hard to afford. The girl in red had an ordinary background and talent, but she wanted to quickly improve her cultivation, so she thought of attaching herself to a man.

Lu Fei was eighteen years old and at the ninth level of the Qi Martial Realm. With the help of external forces, his talent was ordinary. However, his elder brother, Lu Liang, was an inner disciple. That's why Xue Huan chose to be with him—to obtain good pills and weapons and enjoy physical pleasures.

Entering the cave, they saw Lin Feng sitting cross-legged, cultivating. They exchanged glances, surprised that this place was already occupied.

"It seems we'll have to find another place," Xue Huan said regretfully.

"Why bother? He's only at the eighth level of the Qi Martial Realm. We can just drive him away," Lu Fei shook his head.

"Is that appropriate?" Xue Huan giggled.

"What's wrong with that? Blame his own weakness. I'll cripple his cultivation and then drive him out," Lu Fei said with a smirk. Stronger individuals often seized cultivation spots from weaker ones, but this would undoubtedly provoke resentment and potential retaliation from the weaker party in the future. Some ruthless people preferred to eliminate such risks.

"Hehe." Xue Huan didn't object, tacitly agreeing with Lu Fei. Few people came to this cave, making it a good place for both leisure and cultivation.

"Kid, stop pretending. Wake up," Lu Fei felt the fluctuation of the surrounding energy and said coldly.

Lin Feng opened his eyes, a cold light flashing. He had actually woken up when Lu Fei and Xue Huan entered the cave. He had thought they would leave on their own, but it seemed his thoughts were too naive. These people were much more cunning and ruthless than he had imagined.

"You want to drive me out and cripple my cultivation?" Lin Feng asked indifferently.

"Since you've heard it, do it yourself. Cripple your cultivation and then leave," Lu Fei said casually, as if it were insignificant.

"Very well." Lin Feng nodded slightly and stood up, walking slowly towards Lu Fei.

"You haven't crippled your cultivation yet, and you want to leave like this?" Lu Fei thought Lin Feng wanted to leave and sneered.

"Did I say I wanted to leave?" Lin Feng's eyes flickered with a hint of mockery. Then, he stepped heavily on the ground, causing the entire cave to tremble violently, and he flew out.

"Huh?" Lu Fei frowned, taking a step back, and punched forward heavily.

"Crack!"

"Ah!"

Lu Fei's arm bones fractured inch by inch, hanging limp, while a demonic hand appeared around his throat, lifting him up.

"I wonder, how do you plan to cripple my cultivation?" Lin Feng looked at the struggling Lu Fei, a chill emanating from him. Xue Huan, pale, obviously did not expect Lin Feng to be this strong.

"I know I was wrong. Let me go, I'll leave right away," Lu Fei grabbed Lin Feng's arm with both hands, trying to pry it off, his voice strained and hoarse.

"Knowing you were wrong is enough?" Initially, he thought he was dealing with an easy target, planning to cripple him and then drive him out. Now that he knew it wouldn't work, he wanted to apologize and leave. Was there such an easy thing in this world? If he was weaker than the other party, he would have been crippled by now.

"When you want to cripple others, you should be prepared to be crippled yourself." Lin Feng's voice fell, and a punch struck Lu Fei's dantian, sending him flying.

Glancing at the dazed Xue Huan, Lin Feng coldly ordered, "Leave."

Xue Huan trembled and then ran over to help Lu Fei out of the cave.

"You actually crippled my cultivation. I will make you suffer a fate worse than death..." a chilling roar came from outside the cave, but Lin Feng ignored it and continued to cultivate.

However, Lin Feng didn't cultivate for long before waking up again. Lu Fei and Xue Huan had left and returned, this time with another person.

This person was around nineteen years old, bearing some resemblance to Lu Fei but with a face like a hawk, sharp and fierce, more intimidating than Lu Fei.

"Big brother, it's this bastard who broke my arm and crippled my cultivation. I want him dead, no, I want him begging for death," Lu Fei's face was terribly dark, grim like a fierce ghost.

"Don't worry, I'll cripple his cultivation first, break his hands and feet, then hand him over to you for disposal," Lu Liang stared at Lin Feng, making him feel like he was being stared down by a predator.

"Good." Lu Fei nodded satisfactorily.

Lin Feng frowned. Although Lu Liang didn't exude any aura, he could feel that this person was much stronger than Lu Fei, even stronger than Jing Hao, ranked sixth among the outer disciples.

"Daring to cripple my brother, I'll show you how dire the consequences can be." Lu Liang walked towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng lifted his foot and took a few steps, his whole demeanor suddenly changing to one of strength and dominance.

A wave of power surged out, the nine waves causing ripples in the entire space. Faint wolf howls could be heard in the cave, as Lin Feng, at the eighth level of the Qi Martial Realm, gathered the power of nine waves. With one punch, he surpassed 9,000 kilograms of force, probably reaching 9,500 kilograms, incredibly powerful.

"So you deliberately concealed your cultivation. No wonder my brother was defeated by you. But this level of cultivation is still not enough against me." Lu Liang sensed this power and thought Lin Feng had the cultivation of the ninth level of the Qi Martial Realm, cursing his brother for being ignorant, only thinking about women all day, resulting in such a painful outcome.

A sharp cry came from Lu Liang's mouth, more like the cry of a fierce bird than a human voice.

Lu Liang's hands turned into claws, sharp and wild.

The nine waves collided with the claws, and Lin Feng's figure flashed back instantly. Looking at his palm, a piece of skin had been torn off, blood oozing out, incredibly painful.

"Spiritual Martial Realm!" Lin Feng looked at Lu Liang, and with a casual swipe, he broke his own 9,500 kilograms of force, leaving a bloody mark on his hand. Lin Feng could now confirm that Lu Liang's cultivation had surpassed the Qi Martial Realm.

"Do you regret it now? Unfortunately, it's too late," Lu Liang didn't deny it. He had stepped into the Spiritual Martial Realm a few months ago, making his physical body strong. With just one blow, he could release a powerful aura. Before a Spiritual Martial Realm expert, the Qi Martial Realm was powerless.

"I do regret it somewhat, but I regret not killing him directly," Lin Feng drew his long sword from his back, floating shadows following his movements, choosing to fight instead of cower in fear and regret.

A thunderous sound erupted in the cave as the sword transformed into a brilliant light, stabbing towards Lu Liang.

Lu Liang didn't dodge, his claw-like hand directly meeting the sword tip. A powerful aura erupted, causing the sword tip to deflect. Then, Lu Liang's claw grabbed the sword directly.

"Thunderous Sword Strike," Lin Feng shouted, the sword energy whistling, thunder rolling. Lu Liang's sharp claws touched the sword tip, feeling a violent force, like the might of thunder.

"Sword Roar, Thunderous Sound."

The long sword spun upwards like the wind, the roar of the sword mixing with the thunderous sound, extremely domineering.

"Boom!"

A powerful force erupted, Lu Liang's martial soul behind him, a hawk martial soul, sharp and wild, but far less majestic than Chu Zhanpeng's Great Roc martial soul.

A hawk's cry sounded, Lu Liang's golden claw emitting a brilliant light, clashing directly with the sword. 

"The majesty of the Spiritual Martial Realm is something you can't contend with," Lu Liang's hawk eyes showed his wild nature. He had felt a threat from Lin Feng's swordsmanship earlier, which was why he released his martial soul.

After the refinement of the Clock and Drum Cliff, Lin Feng's Thunderous Sword Technique had reached its peak. Even though he only had the cultivation of the eighth level of the Qi Martial Realm, his casual sword strike was no weaker than a ninth level martial artist of the Qi Martial Realm, and perhaps even stronger.

However, after Lu Liang released his hawk martial soul, both his insight and strength had increased. This allowed him to directly grab Lin Feng's long sword.

But was the Spiritual Martial Realm really unbeatable by the Qi Martial Realm? Lin Feng didn't believe it!