"Heh."
Lin Feng smiled. He naturally understood the threat in Mo Xun's words, but he didn't take it to heart.
In such a brutal scene, knowing he couldn't win, Mo Xun still had the nerve to threaten him. It was nothing more than a show of contempt for his potential and background—acting reckless with impunity.
Lin Feng didn't care about this. He would soon have all those things himself.
As for whether the other side would hire Martial Artists to take revenge on him, Lin Feng wasn't worried at all.
In Jiang City, under Blue Moon's limitless surveillance, unless you stayed hidden in a room, no one could have any secrets.
For this reason, nobody dared to blatantly cripple or kill someone—not even the sons of the biggest corporations or elite families.
Even professional assassins, no matter how secretive, would still leave traces behind.
Under Blue Moon's watch, every move such a killer made—who they contacted, which calls they placed, what was said—Blue Moon could investigate it all with perfect clarity.
Mo Xun could gang up with others to beat him up, even break his legs, but he'd still have to pay the medical bills, and would never dare cripple him. Mo Xun could leverage his parents' power: get Lin Feng expelled, have his parents fired, maybe even kicked out of Shore District. But the one thing he wouldn't dare is assassination.
This kind of behavior is zero-tolerance in any Base City.
No matter how exceptional Mo Xun's talent, or how powerful his family's background, he'd still ultimately face harsh legal punishment.
If Lin Feng was a true genius, met the genius standard, and Mo Xun had someone cripple or kill him—not only would he face jail, his parents would too. Their corporation could be slapped with huge fines, maybe even direct confiscation and closure.
Geniuses, at the beginning, are all fragile. Even someone extraordinary isn't an exception.
To a Base City, a hundred merely above-average Martial Artists can't compare to a single genius Martial Artist. If punishments weren't this severe, any Martial Artist, even an armed ordinary person, could strangle a genius in the cradle before they ever grew up.
After all, even sons of great families can't have bodyguards watching them every second.
The better the talent, the tighter the security.
"The tall tree catches the wind," it's true in some places—but not in Jiang City. That applies to the Otherworld, or areas outside the Base Cities, places Blue Moon doesn't cover.
And that's exactly why Lin Feng did not fear Mo Xun.
If Lin Feng could make it onto the Glory Rookie List in the future, he'd qualify for Blue Moon Guardian status—protected at all times.
"What are you all crowding here for? Don't you need to rest at noon?"
As the tension between the two reached its peak, a thunderous shout suddenly rang out.
The crowd of students all flinched in fear, scattering from him like he was a deadly snake, clearing a path as a towering figure strode quickly toward them.
It was a man in his forties, tall and big—at least two meters, with a tiger's back and sturdy waist, his build especially muscular. He wore plain jeans below and a white tight tank top above, perfectly flaunting his explosive physique.
"Iron Tower's here, now Lin Feng's in trouble," students whispered quietly.
This middle-aged man was nicknamed Iron Tower. He was the Director of Discipline and a martial arts teacher at Jiangxin First Middle School, someone most students feared.
"What the hell are you doing? Gaokao's almost here and you're picking fights."
The man glanced at the scene, then frowned at Mo Xun.
"Teacher Zhang Han, don't blame me—I'm not the one who started it. He did." Facing this cold-faced teacher, Mo Xun remained calm, pointing at Lin Feng with a smile.
At this, the director named Zhang Han turned his gaze to Lin Feng.
"You did this?"
Zhang Han questioned Lin Feng, doubt in his tone.
He wasn't a stranger to the battered figures on the ground—all seniors, members of the Elite Martial Arts Club, with at least Body Cultivation Realm Eighth Rank, some even Ninth Rank.
They were always the ones bullying others—when had they ever been bullied?
And it was a six-on-one?
How is that even possible?
"It was me," Lin Feng nodded, not denying it.
"It really was you? How did you do it?"
Even with Lin Feng admitting it, Zhang Han still found it hard to believe.
As director, he knew every Martial Arts genius and well-connected student at Jiangxin First Middle School. But Lin Feng didn't ring a single bell.
One against six—Ninth Rank genius Martial Artist?
Even Ninth Rank would have a hard time doing this, wouldn't they?
"Teacher Zhang, it really was him. His name's Lin Feng—no support, only Seventh Rank in Body Cultivation, and he hasn't refined a Demon Spirit. But his Fighting Technique is scary good!" Mo Xun confirmed.
Lin Feng stared coldly at Mo Xun, lips curling in a frosty smile.
Mo Xun's words were just telling Zhang Han that he's a nobody, no background, no future.
Now, Zhang Han finally believed it, though it was still incredible. But he didn't press further. Instead, he barked at Lin Feng, "Lin Feng, right? Seventh Rank Body Cultivator, not much for grades, but you sure are good at causing trouble."
Just as Lin Feng expected, hearing Mo Xun's words, Zhang Han's previous caution instantly vanished.
Zhang Han glared at Lin Feng with round, coppery eyes for a while, then said, "Why did you beat your classmates?"
"I was just defending myself!" Lin Feng replied.
"Self-defense? Then why are you still standing, and they're on the floor?" Zhang Han pressed.
Lin Feng found the question ridiculous.
It was like asking: "Why did he only hit you and not anyone else?"
Lin Feng ignored it, turning to leave.
"Stop!"
Zhang Han suddenly barked, blocking Lin Feng's path and reaching out to grab him—but Lin Feng dodged away.
"You think you can just walk away after a fight?"
Zhang Han was even angrier that Lin Feng dared to evade him.
"Teacher Zhang, I can vouch—it was them who started it." Ya Ge suddenly spoke up.
"I can vouch too," Gao Hai said.
Facing Ya Ge, Zhang Han looked hesitant.
This girl was no stranger to him—currently the brightest rising genius at Jiangxin First Middle School. Not someone to offend. As for the fat kid Gao Hai, Zhang Han ignored him utterly.
"Teacher Zhang, you're just going to let him leave after hitting people? How are you going to explain that to the school?" As Zhang Han hesitated, Mo Xun jumped in again.
Zhang Han looked grim. He knew exactly the background and influence of the Elite Martial Arts Club. Mishandled, this could get him in real trouble.
Ya Ge looked at Mo Xun with open contempt. To her, Mo Xun was shameless and cowardly. Mo Xun, seeing this, could only sigh but clearly had no intention of letting Lin Feng go.
"Alright, everyone disperse. You, follow me to the discipline office and explain yourself."
Zhang Han got up close, towering over Lin Feng as he looked down: "Kid, don't make me get rough."
"They were the ones who started it. You can check the surveillance," Ya Ge said anxiously. But Zhang Han ignored her.
Between Lin Feng and the Elite Martial Arts Club, he'd already made his choice.
For him, it was a simple choice.
At this point, Lin Feng felt fed up. This kind of pointless act was nothing but a waste of his time.
His time is his life—and it's valuable.
Lin Feng slowly lifted his head, looked at the teacher towering over him by two heads, smiled, and asked, "Tell me, what the hell are you supposed to be?"
The place went dead silent the moment the words left his mouth!
Everyone stared at Lin Feng in disbelief.
Is he insane?
Challenging the 'Killer' discipline director right to his face.
"What?"
Even Zhang Han was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe his ears. But then, as he recovered, his face twisted in rage: "Say that again!"
"I said, what the hell are you supposed to be." Lin Feng replied calmly, totally unfazed.
"You're over forty now, right? And all you've managed is to be a First Grade Martial Artist. Your talent and strength are a complete joke." Lin Feng ignored Zhang Han's flushing face and went on, "People call you Teacher Zhang, and you actually think that makes you someone big?"
All the students stared at Lin Feng in shock.
These were words they'd all wanted to say, but never dared to voice—not even Mo Xun could help being shaken.
He may be untouchable in school, but only when it came to other students. He'd never openly provoked Zhang Han to his face. Was Lin Feng looking for death?
Zhang Han was a Martial Artist—even if he was only First Grade, he could cultivate Cultivation Techniques. Someone at the Body Cultivation Realm could never hope to stand against him!
Does Lin Feng think his Fighting Technique is so strong he can take on a Martial Artist?
Even if he actually managed to beat Zhang Han so what? Challenging a teacher outright at school—how could he possibly keep studying here?
Mo Xun's lips curled in a sneer. He figured he wouldn't even have to act—Lin Feng was about to get expelled.
"You dog bastard, get over here!" Zhang Han roared, grabbing Lin Feng by the collar and lifting him up bodily. "Are you looking to die?"
"I'll get revenge!"
Even with his feet dangling, short of breath, Lin Feng stayed cold. Facing Zhang Han's rage, he said flatly, "If you dare hit me, I swear—I'll kill you."
Zhang Han couldn't believe he was actually being threatened—even humiliated—by a student.
Threatened by a student?
His right hand itched to teach Lin Feng a lesson he'd remember. But as he met those pitch-black eyes, an icy chill shot through his body. He felt himself stiffen and tremble.
Was that killing intent?
How could a student have such intense killing intent?
That intent was almost tangible—could he really have killed before?
Killed many times?
Zhang Han started to panic. Just as Lin Feng said, his own talent was terrible. Otherwise, he wouldn't be teaching high school. If he was powerful, he'd be hunting Demon Beasts in the Otherworld—making dozens of times his current salary!
He might seem like a big shot at school, feared by the students, but that's just for now—it's temporary. Once these students get into a Martial Arts Academy, they'll quickly surpass him.
When that time comes, if someone wants revenge, could he resist?
Lin Feng was just Body Cultivation Seventh Rank now, but he could already take on six at once. Once he graduated, became a Martial Artist, would Zhang Han still...
At that thought, Zhang Han started to feel true fear. He had a family, children—no need to be impulsive.
Though Lin Feng's threat was utterly casual, almost laughable—like "If you keep doing that, I'll hit you!"—
But at this moment, no one laughed.
Because those casual words were so firm, the killing intent so real.
The miserable forms on the ground proved he wasn't just bluffing.
"Lin Feng?"
Ya Ge was staring at Lin Feng in disbelief—he seemed like a stranger to her in this moment.
Lin Feng reached up and pried open Zhang Han's hand, meeting little resistance, and soon hit the ground again.
"Take him along,"
Lin Feng said to Gao Hai. Gao Hai was still clearly shocked, but snapped out of it and nodded. The two of them hoisted Yang Fan from the ground, ready to leave.
At this, the whole crowd parted, opening a path and letting them pass.
"This won't just end here. You still need to apologize to Mo Xun." After a while, Ya Ge caught up to Lin Feng, urging again.
"And you need to apologize to Teacher Zhang too, or you won't even be allowed to take the college entrance exam!"
"You know the consequences. Why be so reckless?"
Ya Ge wasn't bothered to consider Lin Feng's feelings anymore—her voice was blunt: "You think beating them is such a big deal? All they have to do is say a word, and you..."
Before she could finish, Lin Feng's figure was already growing distant. Ya Ge stamped her foot in frustration.