Chapter 99: Lin Feng’s Authority (1/2)

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Lin Feng looked at Jian Ya, startled. He had cut off his opponent’s forearm silently. People hadn’t even had time to see anything. Such sword cultivators were rare.

“Hehe, little boy! I forgot to tell you that Jian Ya is my disciple!” Patriarch Zi Jian said to Lin Feng telepathically. He sounded amused. Lin Feng was speechless.

“Jian Ya won the first battle. He will move on to the second round,” said Fan Tian Gang, raising his left hand. Long Tou returned to the members of the Dragon Sect. Things had ended in the first round for them.

Everybody was astonished by Jian Ya’s strength. Even though he was only a Low-Level Holy Emperor, he wasn’t any weaker than ordinary High-Level Holy Emperors.

“Second battle, Lin Feng vs. Fu Chen,” said Fan Tian Gang after glancing at the participants’ list.

When Lin Feng heard his name, he flew to the battle stage and looked at the man in black clothes who was leaving the battle stage.

“Greetings, Uncle Lin Feng,” said Fu Chen, bowing hand over fist respectfully when he arrived in front of Lin Feng. Fu Chen was a disciple of the Gods Sect and Lin Feng was a Supreme Elder. He had to greet him properly.

“I don’t really care about social ranks. Use your full strength to attack!” said Lin Feng, smiling calmly. Fu Chen was a good boy, already a Half-Holy Emperor, but possibly as strong as a Low-Level Holy Emperor.

When Fu Chen saw Lin Feng’s calm smile, he became even more nervous. He clenched his fists and then threw charged to the attack.

Lin Feng raised his left hand and waves of gleaming lights appeared, surrounding Fu Chen. Fu Chen’s expression suddenly changed. He sensed that the space around him was changing. He was in a space and time cage!

“Give up. It’s a space and time cage. You need at least one day to get out of it,” said Lin Feng, smiling at Fu Chen. He didn’t want to injure people of his own sect, so this was the simplest thing he could do to not to harm anyone.

The others saw how powerful Lin Feng’s space and time cage was. Most Low-Level Holy Emperors would have needed a whole day to break free from it, it was easy to imagine how difficult it would be for Fu Chen.

Lin Feng had thought Fu Chen would give up instantly, but he didn’t. He stepped forwards to try. Fu Chen was attacked each time he took a step forwards. His face paled horribly.

“Ancestor, cultivators never give up. Even if I manage to break free tomorrow, I have to try. If I don’t try, how will I know I can’t?” said Fu Chen, raising his head and looking at Lin Feng. It was the first time Lin Feng saw someone who seemed to be so determined. Fu Chen even reminded him of himself; “Never give up” was one of his mottos, even if he had to risk his life!

“Alright, take your time,” said Lin Feng. He was touched when he saw Fu Chen was fearless. Wasting time, so what?

Lin Feng didn’t mind wasting some time for a disciple of the Gods Sect. Back in the days, he also used to do such things to become stronger. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have become who he was. Fu Chen was extremely determined, and Lin Feng didn’t want to drag him down. He wanted to support him. If he didn’t, maybe that Fu Chen would become dispirited and feel like giving up.

Time passed. Everybody was bored and watched Fu Chen stepping forwards slowly. Each time he was attacked, and each time his face became even paler.

Three hours later, Fu Chen was injured. His vital organs were affected. But he still refused to give up. Since he was participating in the competition, how could he give up? How could he miss such a great opportunity?

Fu Chen didn’t give up and continued making incredible efforts. Lin Feng didn’t attack him. He just stood there and calmly watched him.

Five hours, seven hours, twelve hours passed. Fu Chen was badly injured, but he didn’t give up.

“Lin Feng, stop wasting time and end the battle!” shouted Di Shu furiously.

Everybody was extremely bored and had lost patience. Many strong cultivators had already complained to Fan Tian Gang. Lin Feng didn’t mind waiting, and didn’t care about those people complaining.

“Fu Chen is fighting,” said Lin Feng, smiling at Di Shu.

Di Shi’s face was black. He clenched his fists, people around him heard crackling sounds. All Di Shu could do was grunt coldly.

“Lin Feng, stop deliberately causing trouble. End the battle!” shouted Holy Fourth Mo Da angrily, looking at Lin Feng icily.

“If you don’t feel like watching, you can also participate. You and me can fight. If you can’t, then shut up,” said Lin Feng indifferently glancing at Mo Da.