C7 Strength Prediction(1)

Lin Cheng was sent flying backward, slamming into a roadside artificial hill with a heavy thud. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. His body had taken a severe beating, leaving him powerless to continue the fight.

The Lin family disciples watched in shock as Lin Cheng lay motionless on the artificial hill, a cold dread rising in their hearts. Their eyes, now turned to Lin Feng, were tinged with fear.

Lin Feng fixed his gaze on the fallen Lin Cheng and advanced towards him with the deliberate pace of a starving wolf.

Reaching Lin Cheng, Lin Feng planted his foot firmly on his chest. A scream akin to that of a pig being slaughtered erupted from Lin Cheng's lips.

"From this moment forward, you're going to hand over ninety percent of the silver you get from the family to me, consider it your tribute," Lin Feng said, his eyes icy as he stared down at Lin Cheng.

Trembling with fear, Lin Cheng nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, yes, I'll make sure to give you the silver."

Lin Feng felt no pity for Lin Cheng. After all, Lin Cheng had once used the same tactics against him. In this world where the strong dominate the weak, only those with power can command respect. The weak can expect no mercy.

Having received his answer, Lin Feng turned to leave. Lin Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the ordeal was over, but before he could feel any joy, Lin Feng turned back and said, "My toilet's been filthy lately. You're going to clean it for the next month."

Despair washed over Lin Cheng's face, his expression more pitiful than if he were crying, as he stammered, "Alright, alright. I'll do it."

Satisfied with the response, Lin Feng nodded and strode off towards the Lin family's training field.

Watching Lin Feng walk away, Lin Cheng felt a wetness spreading from his lower body—he had been so terrified that he'd lost control of his bladder.

The sight left the other Lin family disciples utterly astonished.

On her way to the training field, Lin Ruo scrutinized the young man before her. His methods were ruthless, his demeanor mature—this was not the Lin Feng they had known before.

Moreover, Lin Feng's recent defeat of Lin Cheng with a swift, decisive move was the kind of action that could only come from surviving countless life-and-death encounters. It was certainly not the mark of a pampered scion!

"What has he gone through in this past year?" Lin Ruo wondered, curiosity piqued.

After a fifteen-minute walk, Lin Feng and Lin Ruo reached the perimeter of the Lin family's training field.

The training field was no larger than a soccer pitch, split into areas for practice and demonstration.

By now, the demonstration area was teeming with hundreds of people, predominantly Lin family elders, accompanied by seventy-one of the family's young disciples. Each of these youths, about fifteen years old, exuded vitality and confidence.

"Miss Xia Qingyan truly lives up to her reputation as the Xia family's foremost prodigy. She commands our admiration!"

"Miss Xia's talent and grace are unparalleled. To win her favor would be a lifetime's achievement."

"Miss Xia..."

"If I could but hold Miss Xia's hand, even at the cost of ten years of my life, I'd agree in a heartbeat, haha."

"Keep dreaming, you think you're worthy?"

At the center of the display area, Xia Qingyan was encircled by admirers, basking in the limelight. A faint smile graced her lips; her vanity thrived on the flattery and praise, making her feel untouchable.

"Such a two-faced woman," Lin Feng sneered to himself, watching Xia Qingyan from a distance, his heart filling with revulsion.

"Look, it's Miss Lin Ruo!" someone in the crowd shrieked.

Instantly, the crowd around Xia Qingyan thinned out as people flocked toward Lin Ruo instead.

As the unrivaled beauty of the Heaven Flipping Domain, Lin Ruo outshone Xia Qingyan, who was merely one of the four great beauties, by far.

Jealousy flickered across Xia Qingyan's face.

"Little Lin, it looks like you've run into an old acquaintance," Lin Ruo said with a charming smile, glancing toward Xia Qingyan.

Lin Feng's gaze met Xia Qingyan's, cool and detached. She was the one who had fatally poisoned the old Lin Feng. Now, all he felt for her was disdain, and he remarked casually, "The Xia family has always been close with the Lin family. It's no surprise that Xia Qingyan is here today to showcase her abilities."

Xia Qingyan's gaze lingered on Lin Feng for a moment. With a slight smile, she acknowledged Lin Ruo with a nod, then shifted her attention away, deliberately overlooking Lin Feng as if he weren't there.

"Logically speaking, Lin Feng should have met his end by my poison, or at the very least, been finished off by Lin Yuanshan's palm strike. Yet, here he is at the training field, alive and well. It's quite the mystery."