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Chapter Nine: Lin Family Spirit Tools
"Is this your strongest power?"
Lin Feng said quietly, stepping back to avoid Lin Qing's strongest Fist Force area. After entering the third level, the biggest difference was that he had more True Qi within him, allowing him to fully showcase low-level Martial Arts Techniques.
Both the Five Elements Fist and Tiger Fist were low-level Martial Arts Techniques. When used at the same Foundation level, their power was roughly equal when fully unleashed; victory would depend on personal combat skills and experience.
However, Lin Feng was different. He cultivated using the Stone Pearl. His True Qi was much purer than that of other Cultivators at the same Foundation level, giving him a natural advantage in strength.
"Don't hide if you have guts; let me quickly take you down."
Lin Qing believed that Lin Feng was afraid of his Fist Force and dared not take it head-on. He planned to provoke Lin Feng into a fight. The Tiger Fist was fierce, but it did not have a significant advantage in speed.
"You want to lose quickly? I'll grant you that."
Recognizing the reality of the situation, Lin Feng made his move. He unleashed the Five Elements Fist with all his might, channeling all his True Qi into it as it surged toward Lin Qing's Tiger Fist.
The Fire Fist blazed like a raging flame; its Fist Force was scorching hot. Upon contact with the Tiger Fist, it incinerated it completely in an instant.
The Earth Style Fist was robust and solid. The Fist Force gathered before Lin Feng, forming an invisible earthen shield. When the Tiger Fist struck against the Earth Style Fist, it produced a series of solid thuds but failed to break through the invisible shield.
The Metal Style Fist acted like a sharp weapon, cutting through anything in its path. It shredded the Tiger Fist completely and quickly advanced toward Lin Qing.
The Wood Style Fist moved unpredictably, bypassing the Tiger Fist and landing a solid hit on Lin Qing's chest.
All of this happened in a matter of moments. Shortly after, Lin Qing began to retreat in defeat as his Tiger Fist became disordered. Seizing the opportunity, Lin Feng pressed forward relentlessly, not giving Lin Qing a moment to catch his breath.
“Lin Qing has no power to fight back, how is that possible?”
“Could it be that Lin Feng has stepped into the Fourth Realm?”
“Impossible, Iron Tiger is only at the Fourth Realm. In our Lin family’s history, there has never been anyone who entered the Fourth Realm before turning thirteen.”
Bang.
The discussions on the Training Ground were interrupted by a loud noise. Lin Qing fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, sliding two yards before coming to a stop. His hair was disheveled, his clothes tattered, and he was covered in wounds, looking extremely disheveled.
Everyone turned to Lin Feng, whose gray coarse cloth robe showed no signs of damage.
“I’ll make you pick up your teeth from the ground,” Lin Feng said coldly, looking at the fallen Lin Qing.
Lin Shan, watching from below the Training Ground, found it hard to accept that his brother had been defeated so quickly. Thinking about Lin Feng's terrifying changes over the past few days, he pointed at Lin Feng on the Training Ground and exclaimed, “Demonic Path! He must have practiced Demonic Arts!”
The Evil Path was despised by so-called Righteous People because they violated the natural laws of the Cultivation World and used cruel methods to achieve their cultivation goals. However, their speed of cultivation was astonishing.
Upon hearing the term “Demonic Path,” the young members of the Lin family on the Training Ground looked at Lin Feng with puzzled expressions and said, “Lin Feng has indeed changed too much; could it really be that he has practiced Demonic Arts?”
“It must be,” Lin Shan said with conviction as he heard others agreeing with him. He couldn’t believe that anyone could defeat his brother; if someone could, that person must have practiced Demonic Arts.
Lin Feng paid no attention to the discussions beside the training ground. He had no need to respond. Last night, Lin Xiao had personally checked his body, and he had never practiced any Demonic Arts.
Looking at Lin Qing on the ground again, Lin Feng said, “Is this all you’ve got?”
Lin Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and struggled to stand up. His entire body was on fire with pain, and he had no idea how many wounds he had sustained, all inflicted by Lin Feng's Fist Force. Several bones inside him had also broken.
For someone who was once revered by thousands to be defeated so thoroughly was a great humiliation for Lin Qing.
He could not bear this reality, so he decided to change it.
Lin Qing looked at Lin Feng, a cruel glint in his eyes. Then he took out a piece of bone. It appeared to be the leg bone of a ferocious beast, engraved with intricate patterns and symbols.
"What does brother want to do?" Lin Shan asked, shocked into silence upon seeing the bone.
"This is Lin Qing's Spirit Tool," someone on the Training Ground recognized the bone's origin.
In the Cultivation World, some powerful seniors sealed their Divine Ability within beast bones or jade pendants. As long as a drop of blood from a clan member fell onto it, the seal would be broken, unleashing tremendous power. This was known as a Spirit Tool in the Cultivation World.
In the Qingshan Town Spirit Family, such Spirit Tools were extremely rare; each one was a treasured artifact. They would only be used in times of dire crisis. Lin Qing's family possessed only one Spirit Tool, passed down from their ancestors. If its seal were broken, it would unleash the might of a powerful Cultivation Realm expert.
Lin Qing's grandfather cherished him deeply and had given him the family's Spirit Tool for protection in times of danger. Using it in a mere competition would be a tremendous waste.
Lin Qing's Spirit Tool was unique and could only be used once.
Seeing this scene unfold, the elders on the Training Ground stood up one after another, even Lin Xiao rose to his feet, while only the elder from the main family remained seated with an air of composure.
Lin Xiao glared at Lin Qing and shouted, "Lin Qing, what do you think you're doing? Stop this immediately!"
Lin Qing's father, Lin He, anxiously added, "Qing, don't do anything rash! This is our family's precious artifact meant for your protection."
The voice of his father reached Lin Qing's ears, but he pretended not to hear. All along, he had been raised by his grandfather, who had nurtured him in Qingshan Town; he listened only to his grandfather.
Lin Qing had no intention of stopping. He placed his right index finger in his mouth and bit down hard. This spiritual artifact was indeed a means of preserving his life, but being defeated by someone who had once been insignificant was more unbearable than death itself.
Seeing Lin Qing's stubbornness, Lin Xiao turned to Lin Longyu, Lin Qing's grandfather, and said, "Elder Lin, shouldn't you intervene quickly?"
Lin Longyu had reached the Ninth Layer of the Cultivation Realm, on par with Lin Xiao in terms of Foundation. He was a figure from Lin Xiao's generation. He glanced at Lin Xiao and then at Lin Qing, pain evident in his eyes.
Finally, Lin Longyu's gaze fell upon Lin Feng. He said, "In our family's Martial Examination, it has never been forbidden to use weapons or artifacts. It's just that we are accustomed to hand-to-hand combat."
"The match is not over yet. If Lin Feng feels caught off guard and didn't have time to retrieve a spiritual artifact from home, I can allow Qing to give him some time."
Hearing this, Lin Qing felt greatly encouraged, and the cruelty in his eyes intensified.
Lin Feng looked at Lin Longyu, a surge of killing intent rising from the depths of his heart. This was the first time he had ever felt such a strong urge to kill. He had always thought about defeating Xue Hen when it came to Lin Shan and Lin Qing since they were all part of the same clan. But now, with Lin Longyu allowing Lin Qing to use a spiritual artifact, it was as if he was signaling for Lin Qing to kill him.
How could Lin Feng in the Foundation Realm's third layer withstand a single strike from someone at the peak of Foundation?
Coming from an ordinary family background, how could he possibly possess a spiritual artifact?
Lindor showed signs of fear as he looked at Head of the Lin Family, Lin Xiao, and pleaded, "Master, please save Feng'er."
Lin Xiao nodded and then turned to Lin Longyu. "Elder Lin, are you sure you want to let Qing slaughter his own kin?"
Lin Longyu smiled and replied, "Lin Feng can also choose; for example, he can admit defeat."
"To concede like this, Lin Qing has indeed won unfairly," Lin Xiao said.
Lin Longyu shook his head and replied, "I do not believe it was an unfair victory. Qing won through his own abilities. Whether it is external or internal strength, to win is to demonstrate power. If we were to encounter a farmer who knows nothing of cultivation and fought him, would we refrain from using True Qi? Would we be fair with him?"
"No, we wouldn't. The Training Ground is a world for the strong. The weak can only step down."
Lin Longyu held considerable prestige in the Lin family of Qingshan Town, with many followers and supporters among the elders who began to agree with him.
"Elder Lin speaks rightly. Since Old Lin has given the spirit weapon to Lin Qing, it belongs to him. It is only natural for him to use what is his."
"Indeed. Imagine if this were a life-and-death battle instead of our clan's Martial Examination. Both sides would only bring out their best skills. After this Martial Examination, entering Solitary Moon City will not just involve our Lin family but also others from Yang Prefecture. Competing with outsiders relies on overall strength."
Seeing many agreeing, Lin Xiao felt troubled as he wanted to protect Lin Feng.
Lin Xiao turned to Elder Lin Yun from his family and asked, "Junior wishes to consult Elder Lin on what to do if such a situation arises in Solitary Moon City?"
Lin Yun's expression remained unchanged; he seemed not to glance at anyone yet took in everyone around him. He slowly spoke, "In martial contests, each relies on their own abilities; the winner stands while the loser lies down—that is fairness."
Hearing this, Lin Longyu was overjoyed, as if he had taken a calming pill.
Lin Qing looked at Lin Feng, amusement dancing in his eyes as he said, "So what if your internal strength surpasses mine? If I want to kill you, it would only take a flick of my finger. What do you say? Do you dare to fight me?"
"Feng'er, let's not fight anymore; let's go home with Mother."
Below the Training Ground, Lin Feng's mother began to cry anxiously.
"An ant may climb high, but it is still just an ant. It only takes a lift of the foot to crush it. Are you scared now?" Lin Qing mocked again, eagerly anticipating Lin Feng's challenge, as that would give him a legitimate reason to kill him.
Fight? Or not fight?
Lin Feng hesitated; his decision now weighed heavily on his life. He had considered giving up, for nothing was more important than his life. Yet deep within him, there was a stubborn breath of defiance.
A breath that refused to submit to the ground. Why should he, an ordinary person who had fought hard to win through his own strength, concede? Why should everyone present believe he should back down?
"Waste! Do you dare to challenge me? If you don't leave the Training Ground within five breaths, I'll take it as your silent acceptance of the duel," Lin Qing continued to fan the flames.
Below in the Training Ground, Lin Shan was also feeling elated. The earlier gloom and shock had vanished completely. He looked at Lin Feng and said, "Lin Feng, if you have the guts, then fight. If you don’t, just get lost; I promise I won't laugh at you."
After saying that, Lin Shan burst into hearty laughter, his mood soaring to new heights.
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