C29 Anger

"Damn it, Su Ling, you coward! Is all you know how to do hide behind your sister? If you're a man, come out and face me in a fight to the death!"

Reeling from the blow dealt by Su Xiaomei, Lin Feng clutched his chest in sharp pain. His eyes, dark and piercing like daggers, were fixed on Su Ling, who stood protected behind his sister. He roared with fury, "You spineless fool, go on and cower behind your sister forever. Otherwise, I swear I'll make your life a living hell."

"How dare you insult Elder Brother Su? You're begging for a beating!"

The moment Lin Feng's vile insults hit her ears, a glint of ice flashed in Su Xiaomei's eyes. With lightning speed, she closed the distance between them and delivered a fierce slap across Lin Feng's cheek.

"Smack!"

The sound of the slap echoed sharply. Lin Feng's face contorted with intense pain.

"Ah... If you're so tough, kill me then!"

Driven to madness by the searing pain, Lin Feng's eyes were streaked with blood as he glared at Su Xiaomei and growled, "Unless you end me now, I'll make sure Su Ling regrets being alive when I next see him."

"You're digging your own grave."

Her gaze turned icy, and a flicker of rage crossed Su Xiaomei's beautiful face as a surge of terrifying Mystical Qi erupted from her Sea of Qi.

Despite her delicate frame, the power within Su Xiaomei was fierce and explosive, capable of easily annihilating Lin Feng.

A shiver of dread ran through Lin Feng. He hadn't expected Su Xiaomei to actually strike. As she unleashed her full Mystical Qi, his knees buckled, nearly sending him to the ground.

"Little sister, let it go."

Just then, Su Ling stepped up behind Su Xiaomei, affectionately ruffling her hair, and said with a contented smile, "Engaging with someone like him is just a waste of our time."

"But Elder Brother Su, he insulted you!"

Soothed by Su Ling's touch, the wild Mystical Qi within Su Xiaomei calmed. She turned to Su Ling with a mischievous look and protested, "If we don't teach him a lesson, he'll only get worse."

"It's all good."

Su Ling couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment as he gazed at his cute and playful little sister, Su Xiaomei.

With a smile, he reassured her, "Little sis, rest easy. From now on, nobody will dare to underestimate your Elder Brother Su."

The crowd around them erupted into laughter at his words.

No one would dare to look down on him? Su Ling really had the nerve to make such an outlandish claim!

I have to wonder, in Qingyang City, among the young and talented, who would actually take Su Ling seriously?

Sure, Su Ling had just bested Cai Hu, but let's remember that Cai Hu was merely at the Sixth Level of Body Refinement Stage. Such strength isn't exactly impressive in Qingyang City, and who's to say whether Su Ling resorted to underhanded tactics to secure his victory?

In Qingyang City, Su Ling's reputation as a weakling precedes him, with martial arts cultivation only at the fourth level of Body Refinement. It's hard to believe he didn't employ some kind of trickery to defeat Cai Hu, especially considering Cai Hu was two minor realms above him!

"Su Ling, you're nothing but trash. If it weren't for Su Xiaomei's presence, do you honestly think you'd still be standing here alive?" Lin Feng sneered contemptuously, wiping the blood from his mouth, his eyes dark with loathing as he spoke harshly.

"Why couldn't I be?" Su Ling responded, genuinely puzzled.

"Haha... If you're so sure of yourself, then I challenge you to show up at the Sword King Pavilion's enrollment in three days. Do you dare?" Lin Feng's scorn grew as he mocked Su Ling's earnest facade.

"I've already made a promise to my father to join the Sword King Pavilion. So, of course, I'll be there for the enrollment," Su Ling replied, shaking his head in resignation. He had already stated his intentions to attend the Sword King Pavilion Assessment. Was Lin Feng really so dense as to question him on this? As if Su Ling would let Lin Feng's taunts deter him from his goal!

Besides, Su Ling had never considered Lin Feng a threat from the start.

Even though Lin Feng was set to participate in the Sword King Pavilion assessment, Su Ling didn't see him as a contender. After all, Lin Feng's prowess at the eighth level of Body Refinement was hardly worth noting.

"Alright then!"

Lin Feng's spirits soared when he heard Su Ling would be joining the Sword King Pavilion Assessment. A glint of cold determination flashed in his eyes as he stated coolly, "You'll soon realize just how big of a mistake it was to enter the Sword King Pavilion Assessment."

"Oh really? Are you planning to kill me?"

With a sardonic smile playing on his lips, Su Ling stared at Lin Feng as if he were looking at a fool. "I don't just plan to kill you; I fully intend to. If you have the guts to step onto the stage at the Sword King Pavilion Assessment, I won't let you leave it alive," Lin Feng declared, locking eyes with Su Ling. The animosity between them was as volatile as fire meeting water.

"Well, good luck with that. I'll be waiting to see if you can actually do it. But honestly, I doubt a worthless nobody like you could kill me."

Su Ling let out a wry chuckle, shook his head in resignation, and then left the Martial Arts Training Field with Su Xiaomei in tow.

Once they were gone, the training field erupted in snickers. The idea of a nobody like Su Ling challenging Lin Feng was laughable. Several people even approached Lin Feng to congratulate him on the upcoming opportunity to finish off Su Ling.

Lin Feng basked in the surrounding adulation, his sneer unrestrained. He had never considered Su Ling a threat. If Su Xiaomei hadn't intervened, Su Ling would have already fallen to his fists.

Su Ling was a mere fourth level in body refinement, while Lin Feng boasted an eighth level. Just two days prior, he had spent fifty thousand High-Grade Profound Crystals on a Top Grade Body Tempering Pill from the black market. Barring any surprises, he was set to break through to the ninth level within three days.

And when that happened, disposing of Su Ling would be as effortless as turning over his hand.