Chapter Eighty: Breaking the Rules
Ling Yunfei clenched his fists, the resentment that had festered in his heart for over ten years transforming into a raging inferno that swept outward unchecked.
Bang!
The two men stamped their feet, charging at each other like wild bulls.
Fingers curled tight!
Each threw a punch at the other.
Boom!
Their fists collided violently, sending a shockwave surging from their center, rolling outwards in all directions.
At the same time, a muffled groan sounded.
Ling Sheng staggered, retreating several steps, his face suddenly pale.
“What?”
Witnessing this, everyone present was dumbfounded, filled with disbelief—especially the Ling clan members, whose mouths hung wide open, large enough to fit a goose egg.
“How could this happen?”
Steadying himself, Ling Sheng stared at Ling Yunfei in astonishment.
They had grown up in the same clan for over a decade, and he was confident that no one understood Ling Yunfei better than he did. He considered him a useless coward, timid, weak, and incapable.
But now, not only did Ling Yunfei dare to stand against him, he had forced him back with a single move!
This completely overturned his understanding.
Though it was only their first exchange, every heart present churned with turbulent waves, unable to find calm.
Only Qin Feiyang watched quietly, unmoved, as though everything had unfolded just as he expected.
Ling Yunfei flicked his wide sleeves, his posture straight as a javelin. He scrutinized Ling Sheng for a moment, then said, “If I’m not mistaken, you held back because you wished to torment me, make me suffer worse than death.”
At this moment, everyone could sense clearly that this man had changed completely. He was no longer the meek lamb of the past, but a lion awakened, baring its fangs!
“So you’ve been hiding your strength all along!” Ling Sheng’s face darkened.
He had, indeed, held back earlier, fearing that a full-force punch would kill Ling Yunfei too easily.
But he hadn’t expected his opponent to have hidden strength as well.
He’d suffered a loss, but more than anything, his pride was bruised.
Ling Yunfei’s lips curled in a wicked smile. “The Ling clan, including you, always assume you know me—but do you really?”
“Don’t think being a Four-star Martial Master gives you the right to boast. Let me tell you, you’re not qualified!”
Ling Sheng was furious, lunging forward with true energy surging in his palm, striking at Ling Yunfei with full force.
This time, he did not hold back.
He dared not hold back!
“Whether I’m qualified, let our hands prove it.”
Ling Yunfei did not dodge, raising his arm to meet the attack.
Bang!
True energy clashed like dragons.
Both men were thrown back, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.
“No clear victor!”
The Ling clan leader’s heart skipped a beat. He shouted, “Ling Sheng, what are you doing? Stop hiding your strength—kill him!”
“Hiding strength?”
Qin Feiyang’s brow lifted.
“Ling Yunfei, I wanted to torment you, but I cannot defy my father’s order!”
As he finished speaking, Ling Sheng’s body trembled, releasing a terrifying aura. His robes billowed, hair flying wildly—he looked truly formidable.
“He’s a Five-star Martial Master!”
“I can’t believe he was hiding his strength too!”
“He’s only eighteen, isn’t he?”
“An eighteen-year-old Five-star Martial Master—hardly any exist in a small city like Black Bear City!”
“With Ling Sheng’s current strength, he reigns among the younger generation!”
“His future is limitless!”
The crowd was shocked, discussing in hushed tones.
The Martial Hall Master’s eyes flashed sharply. He turned to the Ling clan leader. “I accept your request—Ling Yunfei’s qualification is revoked. Ling Sheng will enter the Martial Hall.”
“Thank you, Hall Master!” The Ling clan leader quickly rose to bow.
“Frog at the bottom of a well.”
Qin Feiyang’s mocking tone was unmistakable.
“Hm?” The Martial Hall Master frowned, casting an unfriendly glance at Qin Feiyang.
“Jiang Haotian, don’t spit sour grapes. Some things cannot be obtained by envy,” the Ling clan leader said coolly, returning to his seat with utmost disdain.
“An eighteen-year-old Five-star Martial Master versus a sixteen-year-old Four-star Martial Master—which has more potential, more value? Anyone with a clear mind can do the math,” Qin Feiyang laughed.
The Martial Hall Master’s hands clenched, anger plain on his face. Clearly, Qin Feiyang was hinting that he lacked vision, that he was senile.
“I’ll deal with you later!” Ling Sheng shot Qin Feiyang a cold glance, then looked at Ling Yunfei with scorn. “See? This is the gap between us!”
Ling Yunfei nodded seriously. “Yes, the gap is indeed great.”
“Since you know, surrender quietly!”
Ling Sheng strode arrogantly toward Ling Yunfei, his contempt deepening. He believed that after seeing his true strength, Ling Yunfei would abandon resistance, so he put on an air of superiority, as if his nose would soon point to the heavens.
Qin Feiyang smiled.
Ling Yunfei smiled too.
This person was truly arrogant.
But arrogance always comes with a price.
Ling Yunfei stepped forward—his speed several times faster than before. In the blink of an eye, he was before Ling Sheng.
Without hesitation, his large hand struck Ling Sheng’s chest.
Thud!
Ah!
Bang!
Ling Sheng was sent flying by the blow, blood spraying from his mouth as he screamed in agony, crashing heavily onto the ground more than ten meters away.
Crack!
The ground shattered like a spider’s web.
“My son!”
The Ling clan leader rose, gazing at Ling Sheng in worry—and with immense suspicion. How could Ling Yunfei’s speed just now be so fast?
Many others were baffled as well.
“It’s an auxiliary martial skill!”
Suddenly, the Martial Hall Master cried out in shock, rising abruptly and staring at Ling Yunfei in disbelief.
“What?”
“Auxiliary martial skill?”
“You must be joking—such skills are incredibly rare. There’s none in all of Black Bear City. How could Ling Yunfei have one?”
“I don’t believe it!”
“I don’t believe it either!”
This place erupted instantly, the crowd’s commotion thunderous.
“Unbelievable as it is, the footwork he just used is definitely an auxiliary martial skill—and judging by his speed, it’s of high grade,” the Pavilion Master said thoughtfully.
Suddenly, he turned to look at Qin Feiyang.
Seeing Qin Feiyang calm and unsurprised, he was momentarily stunned. Then, as if understanding something, he shook his head and smiled wryly. “Boy, I underestimated you.”
Everyone looked at Qin Feiyang—could this be related to him?
“You’re a Five-star Martial Master too!”
At that moment, a voice filled with shock exploded like thunder.
“Who is a Five-star Martial Master?”
Everyone was stunned, looking to Ling Yunfei and Ling Sheng.
Ling Sheng had climbed to his feet, staring at Ling Yunfei with disbelief etched across his pale face.
“Could he mean Ling Yunfei?”
The crowd murmured in confusion.
Ling Sheng’s face twisted with rage, teeth clenched. “I never imagined you hid so deeply!”
“My mother told me, to survive in the Ling clan, I must endure.”
“So, since childhood, I’ve endured.”
“When you insulted me, I endured.”
“When you took what was mine, I endured.”
“When you denied me martial skills, withheld resources, even refused me food—I still endured.”
“I thought my forbearance would make you restrain yourselves, treat me better.”
“But I was wrong.”
“My endurance not only failed to help, it only fueled your arrogance.”
“It must be said—human nature bullies the weak and fears the strong,” Ling Yunfei said.
His tone and gaze brimmed with endless bitterness and pain, tinged with self-mockery.
“Bullies the weak, fears the strong—how ridiculous!”
“You think you’re strong? Don’t delude yourself. In my eyes, you’re less than an ant. Die!”
Ling Sheng roared ferociously, charging at Ling Yunfei with overwhelming murderous intent.
Qin Feiyang’s eyes flashed coldly. He turned to Ling Yunfei and shouted, “Show your true power—make those who never saw you regret it!”
“They will regret it!” Ling Yunfei replied with a cold smile.
With terrifying killing intent, he rushed at Ling Sheng.
Both men, hair bristling, murderous rage blazing!
Boom!
In an instant, they collided.
Moo!
Ling Sheng’s fist surged forth, its wind roaring like a wild bull—wildly aggressive!
It was the Wild Bull Fist!
Ling Yunfei moved with Returning Step, easily dodging.
“Heart-Locking Killing Fist!”
He roared, punching Ling Sheng in the chest.
This punch seemed to carry no force.
Ling Sheng was not pushed back, nor did he suffer any visible injury.
“What kind of lousy killing fist is this? It’s worse than trash,” Ling Sheng sneered, full of contempt.
But the next moment—
He suddenly spewed blood, his pupils dilating rapidly. With a loud thud, he collapsed.
Gone in an instant!
“What?”
“Dead?”
People stared in shock.
Ling Yunfei lowered his arm, gazing down at the lifeless Ling Sheng with mocking scorn. “You didn’t grasp my meaning earlier. When I said the gap between us was great, I truly meant it.”
With that, he turned and walked to Qin Feiyang’s side, lifting his gaze to the Ling clan members, his eyes icy and piercing.
The scene was frozen in silence.
“Why are you standing there? Go see!”
The Ling clan leader suddenly roared.
Several elders hurried to the platform. One glance was enough—their faces turned deathly pale.
“Clan leader, your son has truly been killed!” one elder said, voice trembling.
At those words, the crowd erupted.
The Ling clan leader was struck as if by a thunderbolt, frozen in his seat.
Gradually, his body began to tremble violently.
Suddenly, he looked up at Ling Yunfei and Qin Feiyang, murderous fury blazing in his eyes.
“You wretches! I’ll slaughter you both to accompany my son in death!”
He howled in anguish, charging at them like a madman, his face twisted and monstrous.
Meanwhile, the elders also rushed toward them.
Qin Feiyang’s brow arched. He shouted, “What? You won’t honor the rules?”
He rose abruptly, standing before Ling Yunfei.
The crowd held its breath.
Was he about to battle the Ling clan?