"One thousand Middle Grade Spirit Crystals?" Fu Tong frowned upon hearing this. Such a wager is too large; he doesn’t have a thousand Middle Grade Spirit Crystals.
Of course, even without a wager, Lin Feng must accept his challenge; it’s the rule!
However, if he refuses to increase the wager, it would appear a bit cowardly, and he’d lose face.
But he actually doesn’t have a guaranteed chance of winning, so he certainly wouldn’t agree to a wager of a thousand Middle Grade Spirit Crystals.
"How about this! A wager of one hundred Middle Grade Spirit Crystals, let’s have a battle, otherwise, there’s no need for a wager!" Fu Tong said in a deep voice.
"Alright! One hundred it is!" Lin Feng nodded. One hundred Middle Grade Spirit Crystals are quite substantial, equivalent to ten thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals, better than nothing.
Fu Tong was secretly pleased and then looked at the middle-aged Elder in the Inner Sect Hall, saying: "Elder Li, please witness this for us!"
Only with the Elder’s witness could one successfully replace a True Disciple after defeating one, hence Fu Tong’s request.
"Hmm!" The middle-aged Elder slightly nodded.
The other dozen disciples, upon seeing this, had flickering eyes; this battle is likely to open the curtain on Martial Venerate disciples competing for the True Disciple position.
No matter who wins or loses between Fu Tong and Lin Feng, it’s unlikely they’ll hold the True Disciple position steadily.
If Fu Tong wins, certainly soone will continue to challenge him next, to seize the True Disciple position.
And if Lin Feng wins, his strength will be fully revealed, with assured challenges from stronger opponents next.
"Lin Feng, let’s go to the starry sky!" Fu Tong shouted lightly to Lin Feng, stomped his foot, and soared into the sky, straight up to the Ninth Layer.
Lin Feng smiled slightly and followed right after, flying towards the starry sky.
"Let’s go, let’s have a look!"
"Let’s go together!"
"Hurry up and follow!"
So other disciples in the Inner Sect Hall saw this and promptly followed Fu Tong and Lin Feng, flying towards the starry sky.
The middle-aged Elder, Elder Li, also followed up as a witness.
"What’s happening?"
"It seems it’s Lin Feng, along with many Martial Venerate disciples!"
"What are they up to?"
"Is soone challenging Lin Feng, trying to seize his True Disciple position!"
"Let’s go, let’s have a look too!"
On Wenda Mountain, many disciples noticed the scene. So many Martial Venerate disciples fly to the starry sky, obviously sothing big is happening.
In no ti, many disciples of the Tao Sect, even Elder figures, all soared into the sky.
Lin Feng is now a key figure in Tao Sect; if it’s related to him, they naturally want to be involved.
Lin Feng followed Fu Tong straight up to the Ninth Heaven and soon passed through the Nine Heavens Gang Wind Layer of the Taiyin Star, soaring into the endless starry sky.
The two stood in the starry sky, with the massive Taiyin Star floating beneath their feet, seemingly extrely close but actually countless miles apart.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!
The sound of the void being pierced kept echoing, a large number of Tao Sect disciples followed, scattering in all directions.
These arriving disciples were nurous, most were Emperor Realm disciples, with a few Martial Venerate disciples.
In Tao Sect, both Martial Venerate and Emperor Realm disciples belong to the Core Disciple category; as long as they don’t beco True Disciples, their status difference is minimal.
"Lin Feng, make your move!" Fu Tong gazed at Lin Feng and said in a deep voice.
"If I make my move, you won’t have the chance to!" Lin Feng smiled and said.
"Arrogant!" Fu Tong sneered, thinking Lin Feng is entirely boastful; no matter how heaven-defying your combat power is, so what? He’s not like those Emperor Realm Martial Artists.
"Then shall I make my move?" Lin Feng asked.
"Cut the nonsense!" Fu Tong shouted coldly, a flash of light in his hand, revealing a bright longsword. His aura imdiately surged, with rolling Dark Power pouring into the longsword, making it shine brilliantly.
Fu Tong didn’t underestimate Lin Feng; after all, Lin Feng’s ability to sweep the six major powers’ prodigies with an Eighth Layer Emperor Realm cultivation speaks volus.
And now, Lin Feng has reached Ninth Layer Emperor Realm cultivation; he can’t afford any carelessness.
"Then take my move!"
Lin Feng nodded, and then his figure slowly rose, with Dark Power surging non-stop, like a boiling vast sea.
An unmatched Sword Power rose from him, like rolling smoke tearing the Heavenly Vault, commanding the Ninth Heaven.
Seeing this, Fu Tong’s expression changed instantly. Though he knew Lin Feng wasn’t weak, he was still shocked by Lin Feng’s aura at that mont.
A Ninth Layer Martial Artist in the Martial Emperor Realm possessing such a presence was indeed extraordinary.
However, he did not feel any fear.
With a thought, the shadow behind Fu Tong rose, and a massive longsword battle soul appeared, its sword power spreading in all directions.
"Slash!"
A light shout echoed, and Lin Feng, who was hovering above, suddenly made his move. The sword in his hand flashed, and he stabbed straight out.
The sword Lin Feng used was still the sa low-grade Venerate longsword as before, not the stone treasure sword awarded by the Taiyin Clan, for dealing with Fu Tong didn’t require the stone sword.
Whoosh!
In an instant, a sharp and unparalleled sword qi descended from the heavens, like an arrow piercing through the void, carrying an unstoppable edge, shooting towards Fu Tong.
This sword’s speed was extrely fast, so fast that it was hard to discern with the naked eye. The sword qi seed to cross a spatial distance, reaching the extre in an instant.
"What?" Fu Tong’s expression changed dramatically. As the saying goes, you can tell if soone is strong the mont they make a move. From this sword, he could feel Lin Feng’s might.
"Break for !" In the blink of an eye, Fu Tong swung the long blade in his hand, slashing fiercely towards the approaching sword qi.
This slash was powerful and forceful, its dazzling blade light tearing open the space, fiercely striking the sword qi.
Boom!
An explosion resounded, shaking the four directions, as powerful energy erupted, shooting into the Nine Heavens.
"Ah!"
A miserable shriek echoed, and Fu Tong’s tall body was seen being struck down directly, like a falling teor, quickly heading towards the Taiyin Star.
In the blink of an eye, Fu Tong’s silhouette passed through the Nine Heavens Gang Wind Layer, falling towards the Taiyin Star’s earth.
Boom!
A mont later, Fu Tong crashed onto the ground, and even from a great distance, a slight boom could be heard.
Everyone witnessing this scene was stunned, unable to suppress the shock in their hearts. With just one move, Fu Tong, at the Martial Venerate Realm, was defeated!
Terrifying!
Lin Feng’s strength is truly heaven-defying!
Occasionally, so disciples who had participated in the Martial Arts Competition of the Taiyin Clan and witnessed Lin Feng’s divine might in person were less shocked, but those who hadn’t seen it before, though they knew Lin Feng was impressive, still couldn’t help being overwheld witnessing it firsthand.
Fu Tong was sowhat renowned in the Tao Sect. As a First Layer Martial Venerate, his strength was naturally not weak, but even so, he was no match for Lin Feng’s one move.
It was evident how heaven-defying Lin Feng’s strength was, far surpassing his cultivation level by much, much more. The rumors about the Martial Arts Competition were indeed true.
In the void, Lin Feng looked at Fu Tong, who had been struck down by his sword, and shook his head silently. He was far too weak.
This person’s strength was only slightly stronger than Yan Lantian, Zhuo Jianhao, and others, not worth calling a genius.
Then, Lin Feng’s figure flashed, quickly flying towards Fu Tong.
The crowd of onlookers, seeing this, also surged forward, following Lin Feng towards the Taiyin Star.
Before long, Lin Feng’s figure landed on the ground.
This place was a desolate plain, not far from Wenda Mountain, approximately twenty or thirty thousand miles away.
On the ground, there appeared a deep pit, bottomless, as if leading straight into the earth.
This was where Fu Tong had fallen, and he had directly smashed into the ground.
Lin Feng made no move, simply standing quietly by the pit, waiting. He knew Fu Tong wouldn’t die. As a Martial Venerate, how could he fall so easily?
Boom!
A mont later, a battered figure suddenly burst from beneath the earth, sending a mass of dirt flying.
Fu Tong erged, landing steadily on the ground.
At this mont, Fu Tong was as wretched as could be, his clothes tattered, hair disheveled, with blood staining the corners of his mouth.
"Want to keep fighting? If not, hand over a hundred middle-grade spirit crystals!" Lin Feng looked at him, smiling.
"You...!" Fu Tong’s face turned ashen, wanting to curse, but words failed him.
He had lost!
He lost miserably, defeated in a single move!
Fu Tong’s face kept changing, alternating between green and white. He wanted to continue fighting, but reason told him that continuing to fight would only result in a more miserable defeat.
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