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Chapter 1641: The Champion
Many people were nervous. After all, those young people represented their groups in Gold-Fire City.
After that, the professors also announced who had ranked ninth, eighth, seventh and sixth. When it was time to announce who had ranked sixth and seventh, the professors started to disagree. When this happened, if only one professor didn't agree, their opinion didn't count, but if two or more professors disagreed, then everyone had to reconsider.
For those who had ranked between sixth and tenth, the professor in golden clothes didn't need to interject. With that, it was time to decide who had ranked fifth.
"Si Man Nan ranked fifth in my opinion. Do you all agree?" asked one of the professors in purple. Si Man Nan shivered, he obviously wasn't happy.
"I agree too."
"I think Si Man Nan should rank fourth. He made wings which can make a cultivator both extremely fast and defense-heavy." said one of them.
"I think so too. He should rank fourth." said another one. The professors couldn't agree again. Maybe those who had objected only thought highly of him because they wanted to recruit him. Maybe there was a connection between them and Si Man Na, just like Yan Feng had with his future teacher. Of course, maybe they really thought that Si Man Nan had done better than Ge Qing Feng.
"Alright, we need someone else's opinion then." said the cultivator, turning to the three professors in golden-red clothes.
"We all agree that Si Man Nan should rank fifth." said one of the professors in the golden-red clothes.
"Alright." said the professor in purple clothes, nodding. Since the professors in golden-red clothes agreed, it was decided. Of course, if the three professors in the golden-red clothes hadn't agreed, they would have needed the opinion of the professor in the golden-purple clothes. The rules were fair, even if the professors had their personal opinions.
Of course, they couldn't let the professor in golden-purple clothes decide everything on his own. If he liked someone, then he might favor them just as these purple-clothed judges had.
Man Nan was disappointed that he had only ranked fifth.
"The fourth one should be Ge Qing Feng, do you all agree?" asked the professor. This time, everyone agreed. After all, Hen Chang Tian's tower was extraordinary. Besides, he had made it alone. Ge Qing Feng understood the skill that was required.
The third one had to be Hen Chang Tian, even though he had made a weapon on his own, Yan Feng and Mu Lin Xue's team had each made level four imperial weapons, so Hen Chang Tian couldn't compete with them.
"Who's going to rank second?" thought the crowd. Their high from the anticipation. They were almost sure that Lin Feng was going to rank second and Yan Feng first, but since Lin Feng sounded so confident, they couldn't wait to hear what the professors had to say.
All the members from the Yan Clan stood up, the next sentence would be decisive.
The members of the Mu Clan also all stood up.
"You each made level four imperial weapons. Yan Feng's cloud was wider, which might mean that his weapon is of higher quality. However, Mu Lin Xue's weapon is strange, I can't understand it properly. It's probably because of the deployment marks. Show us the power of your weapons and I'll decide after." said the professor in purple clothes.
"No, Yan Feng's weapon is of better quality, so he is the champion. Just tell us what you think, and we can talk about it. Why make things so complicated?" said Yan Feng's future teacher. Actually, he was also curious, he didn't understand Lin Feng's deployment marks either.
"I want to understand the power of their weapons clearly. That's the only way to make a proper decision." said the professor. "What do you think?"
"It would be fair to see how powerful their weapons are first." said the professor who thought highly of Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue.
The others agreed, so they said, "Yan Feng, you start first."
"Alright." Yan Feng nodded and condensed cosmic energies in his hands which powered his sword.
"Attack!" shouted Yan Feng. His sword dashed to the skies, making the sky turn red. Then a terrifying blood strength fell, along with a furious, bloodthirsty dragon which was emitting large fire jettisons.
"Mu Lin Xue and her assistant, show us the power of your spear." said the professor to Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue.
"I'll do it." said Lin Feng. He grabbed the spear firmly and slowly raised it to his shoulder. Then he shouted in a deep voice, "Go!"
Bzzz! the spear shook and suddenly disappeared.
Kacha! a destructive strength filled the sky. The spear instantly appeared in the sky, and it was still rising.
"An illusion?" Surprisingly, the crowd had lost track of the spear before it had reappeared higher up in the sky. That weapon was very dangerous, it's hard to say what level of cultivator could be killed by it.
Eventually, the spear came back to Lin Feng's hand. Then he turned to the judges and said, "My spear is incredible in terms of attack, speed, and illusion. It's better than his sword, and I'm sure that you must understand that now."
"Eh?" the crowd was speechless. Lin Feng was saying that his spear was better than Yan Feng's sword in all aspects?
"Ridiculous! You're talking nonsense!" shouted Yan Feng furiously.
"The cloud is a sign of quality, and yours wasn't as good. Yan Feng should rank first!" said Yan Feng's future teacher indifferently.
"I think that Mu Lin Xue and her assistant should rank first." said the teacher who had made a bet with him.
"What do you think?" asked the professor in purple to the others. They had each made an incredible weapon, both a sword and a spear. Yan Feng's sword had created a better cloud, and it was incredible in terms of defense seeing how it could summon a fire dragon. Lin Feng's weapon was incredibly dangerous, its cloud wasn't very dense, but it was terrifying.
"I think Yan Feng should win."
"I think Mu Lin Xue should win."
The six other professors said what they thought. Three thought Yan Feng should win, and three thought Mu Lin Xue and Lin Feng should win. The main professor still had to say what he thought.
"Our three colleagues will have to decide then." said the professor, looking at the professors in golden-red clothes.
"We all disagree too. Our master can decide who the champion is." said a professor in golden-red clothes. The crowd frowned. The professors in golden-red clothes had also disagreed, the suspense!
Mu Qing Ying looked nervous too. She was fixedly staring at the professor in the golden-purple clothes.
He slowly rose up in the air and looked at Lin Feng and Yan Feng. Then, he smiled indifferently and said, "You are both outstanding, but there can be only one champion. I have to make a decision, so please don't be angry, even if you're second."
"So, I say that Yan Feng's team… ranks second." said the professor in golden-purple clothes. Yan Feng ranked second? What?
"Congratulations." said the Level Nine Professor to Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue. Mu Lin Xue looked dumbstruck, but happy. She looked at Lin Feng, they had won!
They had won the tournament!
Yan Feng's eyes were filled with flames of fury. He looked furious as he said, "I, Yan Feng, don't accept this decision!"
PMG Chapter 1642
Chapter 1642: Do You Accept?
The members of the Mu Clan didn't know how to react. But they knew that Mu Lin Xue had only won because of Lin Feng.
Mu Qing Ying was astonished. She glanced at Lin Feng and thought, "If Lin Feng had helped me, what kind of weapon could we make?"
However, people didn't have time to think too much, Yan Feng had already said he didn't accept the results.
Of course Yan Feng didn't accept that decision, he had already considered himself the winner. Many people also considered him the winner. In the end though, the professor in the golden-purple clothes said that Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue were the winners.
"Master, the Yan Clan doesn't accept the results either." said the leader of the Yan Clan bowing. He didn't dare act too aggressively.
The teacher looked at the leader of the Yan Clan and said indifferently, "What you mean to say is that I should listen to you to decide who the winner is?"
"Master, we wouldn't dare." said the leader of the Yan Clan shaking. Even though he really meant that, he didn't want to say it openly.
"If you don't dare, then what exactly do you mean when you say you don't accept the results?" asked the professor in golden-purple clothes indifferently.
"Master, I just want the tournament to be fair. Maybe we could compare the two weapons in a fight?" said Yan Feng bowing. He was furious, but he didn't dare act too recklessly. He couldn't afford infuriating the Level Nine Professor.
"That's a joke. Using weapons to compare strength is ridiculous. Do you think that a high-level emperor with a level one imperial weapon couldn't kill a low-level emperor with a level nine imperial weapon?!" said the professor in a cold way. Weapons represented an external strength. Even though they had made level four imperial weapons and could threaten medium-level emperors, that was just an expression, in a real fight, a medium-level emperor could probably still kill them. Even if a Zun cultivator had a level nine imperial weapon, couldn't do much against an emperor.
Yan Feng said he wanted to fight against Lin Feng to compare their weapons because his level and Lin Feng's were different. Therefore, the master in golden-purple clothes didn't even consider that as a possibility.
"Master, I don't mind trying." said Lin Feng. The Level Nine Master looked at Lin Feng and then at Yan Feng and said, "Since he agrees, you have one chance."
"Thank you very much, Master." said Yan Feng excitedly. Then, he suddenly turned to Lin Feng and looked at him in a cold way. Surprisingly, Lin Feng had taken the initiative to accept the battle, how ridiculous!
Yan Feng was holding his long sword while releasing fire cosmic energy, making it fuse together with his sword.
Lin Feng was holding his spear in his right hand, but looked rather calm. Some destructive Qi was slowly emerging from it.
"Everybody will see that I, Yan Feng, deserve to be proclaimed champion of the tournament."
Yan Feng released more fire, causing his sword to whistle. Then he jumped forwards.
Lin Feng didn't say anything. Talking was pointless at that moment, the only thing that mattered was strength.
"Wind Chant!" Lin Feng suddenly moved like the wind, turning into a shadow as his spear started rotating.
"Attack!" shouted Yan Feng furiously, raising his long sword. At the same time, Lin Feng threw his silver spear. It instantly tore apart the terrifying red dragon, making it explode into countless pieces in every direction. Then, Lin Feng suddenly shook his head and his spear disappeared.
Slash… Yan Feng sensed danger coming at him from every direction. He was even worried for his life now.
"Go!" Yan Feng shook his head and threw his sword. With it, a metallic sound rang, and the destructive energies turned into a terrifying tornado. Even with this, the red dragon continued breaking apart, pushing Yan Feng's sword back. Then Yan Feng sensed a horrible pain as his sword moved back towards his chest. He groaned with pain and blood splashed. He was propelled backwards by a few thousand meters.
His face was deathly pale, and he looked confused, but he tried to ignore the pain.
He had lost though. His sword had been pushed back by Lin Feng's spear. This proved that the Level Nine Professor had made the right decision.
Now there was no question that Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue were the champions.
"I like your sense of humor, Yan Feng. Even before the end of the tournament, you firmly believed that you were the champion." said Lin Feng, smiling indifferently.
The professor who thought highly of Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue smiled. He had won his bet, so he turned to the professor next to him and said, "You also asked me for my technique before the end of the tournament, I too like your sense of humor. It's time you give me your technique."
His interlocutor's mouth twitched, his heart was pounding. The professor who liked Lin Feng was making fun of him!
"You refused my decision, then you wanted to fight. What about now? Do you accept my decision now?" asked the Level Nine Professor to Yan Feng in a cold way. Initially, he didn't have anything against Yan Feng, ranking second wasn't bad either, but Yan Feng and the Yan Clan had questioned his decision and hadn't given him face. He didn't need to give Yan Feng face. Yan Feng was only a young man, while he was a Level Nine Professor.
Yan Feng shivered. What could he say now? Now, he had to talk again and say if he accepted the decision or not.
"I have a headache now." thought Yan Feng's future teacher. It was fine to be arrogant when you were young, but they still had to be careful. Yan Feng had acted arrogantly in front of someone whom he should have respected.
PMG Chapter 1643
Chapter 1643: Prizes
The members from the Yan Clan felt sorry for him. If he had lost against Hen Chang Tian, it would have been fine, but he had lost against Mu Lin Xue from the Mu Clan!
Finally, Yan Feng took a deep breath and admitted he lost. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he was looking at Lin Feng in a cold way. He had told Lin Feng not to get close to Mu Lin Xue several times, and not only had Lin Feng gotten close to her, he had also developed an intimate relationship with her.
"That's all?" said Mu Lin Xue. "Yan Feng, you lost, so in the future, I never want to hear you call me your girlfriend again."
"Mu Lin Xue, you can't escape from me." said Yan Feng.
"Before the tournament, you thought you were the winner. You even questioned the master of Gold-Fire Tower. But now you're just a shameless loser and that's all you'll ever be." said Mu Lin Xue mockingly.
"Hmph!" Yan Feng groaned coldly. He looked at the Level Nine Teacher and bowed, then he said respectfully, "I offended you. Please forgive me. I am too young and impulsive."
"Enough." said the professor. He didn't care about young people that much anyways. He looked at the crowd and said, "The tournament is over. Now, it's time for the winners to get their prizes. Everybody stand up."
Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue moved forwards, Yan Feng was standing next to them.
"The prize for the winner of the tournament is fire." said the Level Nine Professor. He shook his hand and suddenly, an imperial fire snake appeared.
"If you want to modify that snake, remember that you'll need the help of a medium-level or high-level emperor, otherwise, you could get hurt." said the Level Nine Professor to Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue.
The Level Nine Professor sealed the snake in a purple empty space and smiled at Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue, "To whom should give I the prize?"
"Give it to her!"
Mu Lin Xue and Lin Feng talked at the same time, making them laugh. Everybody was speechless. If it had been anyone else, they would have fought to for it.
"You should take it, we only won because of you." said Mu Lin Xue to Lin Feng, smiling. He had helped her so much and now he even refused the prize. Mu Lin Xue was still confused, why did Lin Feng do so much for her?
Lin Feng shrugged and said, "You should use it, your current fire is holding you back the most from fabricating better weapons."
"But you also control fire and it could make you stronger." said Mu Lin Xue, shaking her head.
"You don't know everything about me, I'm quite strong without it." said Lin Feng, smiling in a gentle way. Mu Lin Xue just rolled her eyes.
"Alright, I've never seen two people like you. Who is going to take it?" asked the Level Nine Professor, smiling. Mu Lin Xue wanted to say something, but Lin Feng said, "If you refuse again, I'm leaving."
"Eh…" Mu Lin Xue was speechless, but then she nodded and took the fire.
"That armor is a level seven imperial weapon, who wants it?" asked the Level Nine Professor to Yan Feng and his assistant.
"Me." said Yan Feng impolitely. Then, he immediately took the armor. After that, the professor continued distributing the prizes.
After that, he took out a few Gold-Fire Tower talismans, each had a fire tower carved on them. He distributed them and said, "To those who have this talisman, if you're in Gold-Fire Tower, and you break it, a strong cultivator will immediately come to your aid."
"Alright, as we said, the top three participants can choose a teacher in golden-red clothes. They'll be your teacher for at least a year." said the Level Nine Professor, smiling. Then, the three professors in golden-red clothes walked forwards. One of them nodded at Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue.
"Lin Feng, we can choose that one." said Mu Lin Xue. She had seen him nod, so she bowed in front of him.
"Haha, I would be happy to teach them." said the professor smiling. Yan Feng chose the one who had noticed him as well. Then, it was Hen Chang Tian's turn, he was already a member of the Gold-Fire Tower, so choosing a teacher was less dramatic for him.
"And you." said the Level Nine Professor to the seven professors in purple clothes. He had told them that if they wished, they could recruit some disciples as well.
The professors then chose some disciples.
"Yan Feng." said Yan Feng's teacher. "You lost this time, but it doesn't mean much. You're a great weapon craftsman!"
Yan Feng nodded and bowed before his teacher, "I feel honored to have you as a teacher."
"Alright, alright, I'll teach you how to make better weapons. My colleagues in golden red clothes will also help you." said the professor smiling. He sounded happy. Even if Yan Feng had lost to Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue, he had ranked second!
"Show me your technique. Everybody heard our bet." said the professor in purple clothes who had bet for Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue winning.
"Relax, I promised it, so I will do it." said Yan Feng's teacher.
"Alright, I'm waiting then." said the professor smiling. He then smiled at Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue and said, "Do you want to become my disciples?"
"Lin Xue." said Lin Feng. Mu Lin Xue was smiling at all of these new opportunities.
Lin Feng knew what she was thinking when he saw her smile. He looked at the teacher and said, "Master, I already have a teacher and I would like to stay with them. Besides, I'm not going to stay in Gold-Fire City for too much longer. Lin Xue would love to be your disciple though, if you'd accept her…"
"No wonder. Your teacher must be an incredible deployment spell caster." said the professor nodding. Lin Feng had incredible deployment spells, so his teacher was probably incredible. Lin Feng couldn't join them, which was a pity, but Mu Lin Xue wasn't bad either. She was worth having as a disciple.
"If you accept, I would be happy to have you as a disciple." said the professor smiling at Mu Lin Xue.
"Thank you, teacher!" said Mu Lin Xue, bowing happily. Now she was officially a disciple of Gold-Fire Tower and she had a teacher. The Mu Clan wouldn't be able to do anything to her. Her life was finally in her own hands.
Mu Lin Xue stretched out her arm and grabbed Lin Feng's hands. Lin Feng smiled at her and said, "Everything is alright now."
"Indeed, everything's good now." said Mu Lin Xue nodding. The other professors then chose their disciples. Only a few of them refused to become a professor's disciple.
"Sister Lin Xue is now a member of Gold-Fire Tower, she has a teacher, and she will even learn from a teacher in golden-red clothes." thought Mu Qing Ying, sighing. The difference between her and Mu Lin Xue was widening.
The members of the Mu Clan didn't know what to think. They didn't dare face Mu Lin Xue anymore.
PMG Chapter 1644
Chapter 1644: That's All?
"Little boy, are you sure you don't want to join Gold-Fire Tower?" asked the Level Nine Professor, smiling at Lin Feng. The reason why he had decided Lin Feng was the champion was because of his deployment spells. He could see that Lin Feng's deployment spells were powerful.
Besides, he could tell that Lin Feng would become stronger in the future.
"I'm sure, Master." replied Lin Feng smiling.
"No problem. Even though you don't want to join the Gold-Fire Tower, you can come and leave as you wish. You're a permanent guest of honor here and the rules here don't apply to you." said the professor. Lin Feng smiled, how could he refuse such an offer?
A permanent guest of honor? The professor wanted to befriend Lin Feng, which made everyone else feel jealous.
Yan Feng pulled a long face. He should have been the champion of that tournament and now everyone was looking at Lin Feng and not at him. Even the Level Nine Professor preferred Lin Feng over him.
"Master, thank you, I wouldn't refuse such an invitation." said Lin Feng smiling. He was now a permanent guest of honor at Gold-Fire Tower.
"Haha , you're the youngest permanent guest of honor at the Gold-Fire Tower and I don't even know your name."
"Lin Feng." said Lin Feng smiling.
"Lin Feng, if you need anything, feel free to ask me." said the professor nodding. Then, he walked to some other people. Mu Lin Xue pulled on Lin Feng's hand and smiled, "The youngest guest of honor of Gold-Fire Tower."
After the members of the Gold-Fire Tower chose their disciples, many people from powerful groups started choosing their new disciples. Many of which landed next to Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue.
"Lin Feng, what do you think?" asked Mu Lin Xue to Lin Feng. It was as if Lin Feng had become her personal adviser.
"If those people don't impose their rules on you, you should accept." said Lin Feng to Mu Lin Xue. Then, he looked at everyone and said, "Everybody thinks highly of us. I, Lin Feng, won't be staying here for too long, but thank you for your kindness. Concerning Lin Xue, it's only a matter of time."
"Alright, I understand, Lin Feng. If you have time, please come to Wind Valley as our guest." said an old man, smiling.
The others also expressed their opinions. Lin Feng nodded back to them all, "Thank you, if I have the opportunity, I'll come and see you."
Then, those people left.
"Lin Xue." said someone at that moment. Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue turned around and saw that the leader of the Mu Clan was talking to them.
"Lin Xue, you are the champion of the tournament and we are extremely proud of you. In the future, we'll do everything we can to make you stronger." said the leader of the clan. Mu Lin Xue's social status was now different, she was a member of Gold-Fire Tower, and she had a direct teacher. She could even consult the professors in the golden-red clothes.
As the leader of the Mu Clan, he knew he had to repair their relationship.
"Proud? I thought you wanted me to go to the Yan Clan? If I weren't the champion of the tournament, you wouldn't be saying that." said Mu Lin Xue mockingly.
"Lin Xue, you should understand the difficult position the Mu Clan faced." said her grandfather.
"Grandpa." said Mu Lin Xue. He was good to her and he had always tried to help her. Concerning the difficulties the Mu Clan faced, she knew what he meant.
"Lin Feng, tell us what you think." said Mu Lin Xue's grandfather. He knew that she was stubborn, but she still listened to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng hadn't expected the old man to ask him for help. He viewed things from outside, so he was a bit wiser. For Mu Lin Xue, staying in the Mu Clan wasn't a good thing at all, and even if she went away, she'd remain a member of the Mu Clan.
Lin Feng thought about Muyi, but he didn't know what Muyi wanted.
"Lin Xue, listen to your heart." said Lin Feng to Mu Lin Xue smiling. Mu Lin Xue nodded, she knew what he meant.
She turned to her uncle and said, "Back then, my father was expelled from the clan. Instead, I want him to be expelled and my father to come back."
She was pointing at her uncle, who instantly turned pale. Making Muyi come back? Even though her uncle had done all he could to get Muyi expelled from the clan, expelling Muyi was a decision from the whole clan. If he had decided alone, Muyi wouldn't have been expelled. Mu Lin Xue wanted to vent her anger, so she chose him.
"Lin Xue, he's your uncle." said the leader of the clan.
"Do you think telling me that is useful? You know how evil he is to me. If you don't want to expel him, then I'll expel myself." said Mu Lin Xue.
The leader of the Mu Clan remained silent and then said, "Alright, I accept."
"Master!" Mu Lin Xue's uncle looked horrified.
"Don't call me Master. You're no longer a member of the clan." said the leader suddenly. Even Lin Feng was happy with this decision.
"Thank you very much, Master." said Mu Lin Xue smiling.
Her uncle was furious, he glanced at everybody, but nobody defended him.
"I'm going back to the clan to get some things. Mu Lie, Mu Yu, we're going." said Mu Lin Xue's uncle to his children.
At the same time, all the professors from Gold-Fire Tower were standing above them in the air. They had all seen what had just happened.
"In a few dozen years, those young people will become stronger. Some of them might become pillars of support for the Gold-Fire Tower." said the Level Nine Professor smiling. "Unfortunately, Lin Feng doesn't want to join the Gold-Fire Tower. Maybe he just wanted to help Mu Lin Xue?"
"He isn't interested in weapons, he didn't even want the fire. In the future, Yan Feng and Hen Chang Tian will become prominent figures in Gold-Fire Tower." said Yan Feng's teacher. The Level Nine Professor didn't look so happy to hear that, he really didn't like Yan Feng.
Many people were now looking at Yan Feng. Lin Feng had refused to join any group, so they wanted to try their luck with Yan Feng.
Yan Feng looked at Lin Feng and smiled indifferently, "Lin Feng is the champion of the tournament, but we still don't know how strong he really is."
Many people were surprised, Yan Feng was still angry?
"Lin Feng, Mu Lin Xue, you both won the tournament, but maybe we should have a battle without using imperial weapons. I'll even fight against both of you at the same time." said Yan Feng sharply.
Mu Lin Xue frowned, Yan Feng really was a scumbag. He controlled cosmic energies and his fire was terrifying, it would be difficult for Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue to defeat him.
Lin Feng looked angry, it seemed that he would have to teach him a lesson again.
PMG Chapter 1645
Chapter 1645: Trying to Kill Yan Feng
Many people looked at Lin Feng and Yan Feng. Yan Feng had thought he'd be the champion of the tournament and now he was very unhappy. Although he was childish, Lin Feng and Yan Feng were both at the same level, so it'd be a humiliation to them if they didn't accept Yan Feng's request.
Lin Feng looked at Yan Feng's indifferent smile, and then the corner of Lin Feng's lips curled upwards. He said, "I don't like exchanging views on cultivation, I only do battles to the death."
"Eh?" An eerie silence filled the stadium. Some people even looked excited. Battle to death?!
Gold-Fire Tower protected the ten best participants from the tournament, but if two of them challenged each other and accepted the fight, then nobody would interject.
"Of course, you don't need to fight against the both us, just one of us is enough for the likes of you. It's best not to overestimate yourself." said Lin Feng laughing. Yan Feng's pupils narrowed, he knew that Lin Feng was trying to pull him in.
"This time, Lin Feng is taking the initiative."
"If you don't dare, then never bark in front of me again, otherwise people will make fun of you." said Lin Feng mockingly after he saw Yan Feng remaining silent.
Mu Lin Xue looked at Lin Feng, that guy… she knew Lin Feng's deployment spells were powerful, but she still didn't know how strong he really was. She also didn't know what abstruse energies Lin Feng understood, she had seen him use a few at the maximum level already, including immortal and fire energies.
Yan Feng had taken the initiative to challenge Lin Feng, so how could he refuse? He jumped forwards and shouted furiously, "Come here!"
Lin Feng looked delighted. Mu Lin Xue had ranked first, while Yan Feng had ranked second, and in the future, they'd be in Gold-Fire Tower together, so he could pose a threat to her. This way, Lin Feng could take care of one more concern he had before he left.
Lin Feng looked at the Level Nine Professor and said, "Master, Yan Feng challenged me, and I accept his request. If I die, it'll be my fault, and I won't blame Gold-Fire Tower for not protecting us."
"Alright." replied the professor nodding.
"Yan Feng, are you sure you want to fight as well?" asked the Level Nine Professor.
"If I die, it will have nothing to do with Gold-Fire Tower. We agreed to a battle to the death, so this is personal." said Yan Feng. The members of the Yan Clan were frowning, they knew how strong Yan Feng was, but Lin Feng sounded confident.
"Alright, since you two agreed, then there's no problem." said the professor indifferently.
The three professors in golden-red clothes and the seven professors in purple clothes were also interested in the fight.
Yan Feng looked at Lin Feng, stretching out his hand, and exuding fire from the palm of his hand. His eyes were quickly filled with murder. He was thinking that even if Lin Feng had hidden his real strength, he was still going to kill him.
Blech! Yan Feng spat out blood onto the fire in his hand, making it become larger and brighter.
"Argh!" Yan Feng shouted furiously, and then three flames appeared behind him, all of them turning into an ocean of flames.
"Alunite fire!" Yan Feng shook his hand and terrifying fire cosmic energy appeared.
"How strong." thought some people. The Yan Clan was a clan who valued fire, and Yan Feng's spirit was made of fire.
"I wouldn't have thought that Yan Feng's alunite fire would be so strong. I was worried for nothing, he will definitely kill Lin Feng." thought the leader of the Yan Clan, smiling.
Mu Lin Xue looked extremely worried. Yan Feng could already threaten emperors with a regular attack, let alone a level 9 Zun Qi cultivator.
Lin Feng looked calm though. He was simply looking at Yan Feng, also thinking that if Yan Feng's fire reached him, he would die.
"You will die!" shouted Yan Feng as he started running forwards, leaving a trail of fire behind him.
"Die!" shouted Yan Feng. Three fireballs flew through the sky, turning into ferocious fire dragons.
Lin Feng couldn't face him head-on, so he moved like the wind and dodged. By the time the three fireballs arrived, Lin Feng had already disappeared.
"How fast." thought the crowd. It wouldn't be easy for Yan Feng to kill Lin Feng with that speed.
Yan Feng immediately gave chase, surrounding Lin Feng once more with an ocean of flames. But again, Lin Feng disappeared before the attack reached him.
Some time passed, and there was fire littered everywhere. Yan Feng stopped moving and shouted furiously, "That's how you fight? You're just a coward!"
"Yan Feng's fire is terrifying, but if I can't kill him in one strike, the Yan Clan might intervene to save him." thought Lin Feng. After thinking about it for a moment, his gradually became pitch-black and he looked emotionless like a demon.
Yan Feng noticed these changes, so he continued running after Lin Feng, but still unable to catch up.
"Eh?" At that moment, Yan Feng's realized that Lin Feng wasn't dodging this time. He was running towards him!
"This is my chance to kill him!" thought Yan Feng. "Alunite fire!"
He condensed fire in his right hand, and a vortex of fire appeared. That attack could kill, or at least badly injure a low-level emperor.
"Stop!" shouted Lin Feng, releasing a force which was multiplied by one-thousand, which quickly surrounded Yan Feng.
"Force multiplied by a thousand, that bastard!" thought Yan Feng petrified. He looked at Lin Feng and looked directly into his pitch-black pupils.
"Death!" said Lin Feng. This time he released demonic and cursing energies. Yan Feng's face turned rigid, his eyes turned black, and death Qi started invading his body. His fire greatly weakened at this point.
Lin Feng shook his hand and shattering holy marks formed.
"Explode!" shouted Lin Feng furiously. The marks on the ground quickly moved towards Yan Feng.
"Oh no!" the members of the Yan Clan suddenly looked desperate.
"Yan Feng." shouted the leader of the Yan Clan furiously. He wanted to force Yan Feng back to his senses. At the same time, he started running towards Yan Feng to save him. He wasn't the only one, several strong cultivators from the Yan Clan also followed.
"They agreed to fight." said Mu Lin Xue's teacher, smiling coldly. He jumped forwards, wanting to prevent the Yan Clan from attacking.
"Bastard!" thought Yan Feng's teacher. That guy surprisingly wanted to let Lin Feng kill Yan Feng.
"Go!" shouted the leader of the Mu Clan. The members of the Mu Clan jumped forwards too, they also wanted to prevent the members of the Yan Clan from intervening.
The leader of the Yan Clan shouted to make Yan Feng come back to his senses, but the ground under his feet was already collapsing, and Yan Feng's situation was looking bad. His large fireball turned into a gigantic dragon before it exploded, throwing fire out in all directions.
Yan Feng raised his head and saw Lin Feng standing above him in the sky, he still had that demonic-like pair of eyes staring at him.
"No…" Yan Feng suddenly shouted. The demonic and cursing energies further corroded his body.
"Nobody can save you today." said Lin Feng. Then, Lin Feng released even more cursing energies at, making Yan Feng feel like fainting. The ground beneath him started to collapse at this point.