In the crowd, six figures were watching this scene, initially just for the fun of it, but they hadn't expected things to get so interesting.
"Heh, Ji Yu's finally had his comeuppance. Let's see him act cocky now."
"Such powerful Fighting Technique, I can't imagine it—he's actually stronger than any of us."
"Not just the Fighting Technique, but his battle awareness too."
"It's a pity he can't refine a Demon Spirit—he's destined to be a loser!"
"Lin Feng may be somewhat famous, but his strength shouldn't be this high. Weird, really weird!"
The group chattered on from time to time.
Their classmates were curious about their conversation but didn't dare get close.
All of these people were top-ranked students in their year, and also members of the Elite Martial Arts Club.
Jiangxin Middle School included both junior high and high school departments!
As a Martial Arts Academy, fights broke out every single day—violence was, to some degree, a way to relieve stress.
Naturally, all kinds of student organizations popped up among the students.
And the Elite Martial Arts Club was the strongest of all clubs at Jiangxin First Middle School.
The Elite Martial Arts Club not only had a dedicated training facility, but also martial arts teachers offering instruction.
Though the core members numbered only thirty-seven, every one of them was either the child of a high official or of a rich, powerful family.
Besides the core members, the Elite Martial Arts Club also boasted a huge number of official members.
To become an official member, every student had to pay 1000 New Coin a month.
It's said the club had thousands of official members, collecting over a million New Coin in dues each month.
Among the students, what the Elite Martial Arts Club said held even more weight than the teachers' words.
Ji Yu was one of the thirty-seven core members.
"So strong…"
Ji Yu stared at Lin Feng, whose expression hadn't changed throughout, his face grave.
Even he could beat three opponents, but he could never do it as easily as Lin Feng. In other words, Lin Feng was even stronger than him.
Although he was a Body Cultivator Eighth Rank and technically above Lin Feng's Seventh Rank, there were only nine ranks in the Body Cultivation Realm—the gap wasn't huge, and if the opponent's Fighting Technique was fierce, challenging a higher rank was nothing unusual.
"Such formidable Fighting Technique!"
Ji Yu felt a chill inside. Still, with his own subordinates beaten so badly, if he didn't act, what would everyone think? How could he hold his position?
"Nice skills. Let me test you out."
Ji Yu's eyes flashed; his figure as lithe as floss, vanished in a blink and appeared right before Lin Feng and Lin Dong. His right fist clenched and punched at Lin Feng's chest.
"Whoosh!"
His punch carried so much force that the air itself vibrated with a low rumble.
Feeling this fierce volley of force, Lin Feng dodged with a tilt of his head, then side-kicked Ji Yu in the face, the powerful wind carrying the attack. It was a simple whip kick, but the movement was so graceful and natural—like a swift swallow skimming through the air.
"Whoa!"
The beauty of the attack drew gasps from the crowd.
So damn cool!
"Bang!"
Too fast—Ji Yu had no way to evade, so he blocked with his left arm, which rang out with a dull thud as he staggered back.
"Such explosive power!"
Ji Yu's face grew cold, his eyes filled with icy light.
He was Body Cultivator Eighth Rank, while Lin Feng was Seventh Rank, obviously weaker than him, but after that first clash he was the one forced backward—a humiliation he could hardly bear.
"Go to hell!"
Ji Yu's lanky body slammed the ground, springing upward, knee bent and his right leg shooting toward Lin Feng's chest with wild force.
Lin Feng didn't back down, his combat experience abundant. He blocked with his left hand and, as they met, smashed his right elbow into Ji Yu's chest—a deadly move unleashed.
"Thud!"
Struck by that brutal elbow, Ji Yu coughed up blood and fell to his knees before Lin Feng. His face twisted in agony, the pain so intense it felt like his chest would split apart.
Ji Yu managed to rise, but Lin Feng's right leg shot up, swinging down like a Battle Saber—unstoppable.
"Thud!"
The force stomped Ji Yu fiercely on the shoulder, flattening him completely to the ground.
"No way, a one-shot KO?"
The watching students were blown away—Lin Feng was just Body Cultivator Seventh Rank, yet he one-shotted an Eighth Rank.
Challenging across ranks wasn't impossible for Body Cultivators, but this was just too easy.
"You… you're just way too weak." Lin Feng looked down on Ji Yu from above, voice cool.
"I want you dead."
Ji Yu growled through gritted teeth, his face twisted in rage!
The shame stung him even more than the pain.
At Lin Feng's feet, Ji Yu's eyes turned blood-red, his body rapidly swelling, his bones snapping and cracking beneath his flesh. His frame shuddered and grew larger, spreading with black fur; his hands morphed into razor claws glinting with cold black light.
"He's going to demonize!" The crowd shrieked in alarm.
Ji Yu had refined a Sixth Grade Lightning Leopard—everyone knew this.
"Bang!"
Lin Feng ignored him and stomped hard on Ji Yu's chest. With crushing force, Ji Yu's mouth twitched as blood spurted out, his swollen body deflating like a popped balloon—the demonized form vanishing back to normal.
"Idiot."
Lin Feng sneered. Did he really believe just becoming a Demon Spirit Master made him powerful?
Trying to immediately use your newly-refined Demon Spirit to assist in battle—how naive.
Swish!
Just then, a flash of silver streaked by. Lin Feng's look changed; in an instant, he pushed off the ground and leapt back.
Hiss!
Right in front of him, a silver-white dart stuck deep into the ground.
If he hadn't reacted fast enough, the dart would've pierced right through his right leg.
"Oh, you dodged pretty quick!"
With a mocking voice, six figures strolled out from the crowd. Leading them was a boy with a buzz cut, white tee, and sports pants, buff and burly, with a fierce face.
The surrounding students scurried aside, making way—terrified to block their path.
"That's Mo Xun. Lin Feng's dead now."
The onlookers whispered.
Mo Xun, Body Cultivator Ninth Rank genius, who'd refined an Eighth Grade Earth Demon Bear. His strength ranked among the top three in Jiangxin First Middle School, and rumor had it he'd already been recruited by Great Wall Academy—one of the Three Heroic Academies.
He was also Vice President of the Elite Martial Arts Club.
"Brother Feng…"
Gao Hai looked timid; to him, things just kept getting worse.
Lin Feng faced the advancing leader calmly.
"Brother Mo."
Even though Ji Yu's body ached all over, he still managed to struggle up and shout.
"Brother Mo, get revenge for me!"
Mo Xun nodded, not saying much. He walked up to Lin Feng; facing this composed youth, he spoke: "Kneel and apologize to Ji Yu, and we'll forget about this."
Mo Xun's words were flat, but carried an undoubtable authority.
As Vice President of the Elite Martial Arts Club and a freshly-admitted genius to one of the Three Heroic Academies, not even the teachers—or even the principal—would care to offend him lightly.
In his mind, he was giving Lin Feng plenty of face—all because Lin Feng's strength had piqued his interest.
But unfortunately, Lin Feng showed no appreciation. That look in his eyes was downright annoying.
That steady gaze had never once regarded them as a threat.
"Kid, interesting." Mo Xun suddenly exploded with force, striking like lightning.
Body Cultivator Ninth Rank was the peak of the Body Cultivation Realm. One step further and you'd be a Martial Artist. When Mo Xun lashed out, the air itself cracked apart.
Lin Feng's expression went cold!
Within the Body Cultivation Realm, with no Spiritual Power to bolster your body, he was unbeatable.
Lin Feng didn't intend to defeat Mo Xun.
This Mo Xun's background was even bigger than Ji Yu's. Facing a rich kid like this—even if he beat him, there'd be trouble afterward.
As Vice President of the Elite Martial Arts Club with dozens of members, if he got attacked and they all swarmed the Martial Arts Club, even Lin Feng would have to run.
His own plan wasn't ready for action yet—it wasn't time to really turn things upside down.
Lin Feng stepped back, easily avoiding Mo Xun's attack; his body spun lightly, letting the punch slide past his shoulder.
"Hm?"
"Fast…"
A chorus of gasps rang out.
Everyone thought Lin Feng would be defeated quickly, but in reality, no matter how savage Mo Xun's attacks got, he couldn't even touch Lin Feng's shirt.
Lin Feng dodged with ease, letting Mo Xun's moves end in failure every time.
"Damn it."
Repeated failures had Mo Xun anxious, especially as the crowd started mocking and sneering—his anger boiling.
He now realized Lin Feng's Fighting Technique was far superior to his—no matter how strong he was, he couldn't keep up.
"His Fighting Technique… almost looks better than our martial arts teachers."
Mo Xun was struck by the thought: skill-wise, Lin Feng surpassed even the teachers at school.
Just as Mo Xun was still struggling, his fellow club members on the verge of joining in, an urgent shout suddenly rang out.
"Stop!"
Hardly had the words fallen when a beautiful figure slipped between Lin Feng and Mo Xun.
It was Ya Ge.
Seeing Ya Ge intervene, the crowd burst into excited cries.
This show just got way more interesting.