Lin Feng's words were too naked, if he didn't respond, wouldn't he be laughed to death.

  However, just now Zuo Qiu and Lin Feng fought, but it was impossible to see their true strength, only knowing that Zuo Qiu was no match for Lin Feng, and was slapped in the face after a few moves. Lin Feng's cultivation could not be seen through.

  "He's only sixteen or seventeen years old, even if he's extremely talented, at most he would be at the peak of the Spiritual Martial Realm, not stronger than Zuo Qiu."

  Bai Ze secretly told himself in his heart, giving himself confidence. His own cultivation was at the third level of Ling Wu Realm, and it would be easy to deal with Zu Qiu.

  Originally, in his eyes, Lin Feng was a rustic and inferior person, but Lin Feng's performance just now and the calm smile at this moment made him somewhat hesitant.

  This war is of no benefit to him whether he wins or loses.

  He won, it was only natural, he was a high and mighty member of the White family, what did beating a lowly commoner amount to? Even those people would say that he bullied the weak. But if he lost, his face would be completely lost, unable to lift his head.

  "Are you sure you want me to prove it to you?"

  Bai Ze's words were gloomy and gave Lin Feng a feeling similar to that of Wen Ren Yin, a poisonous snake, a ruthless poisonous snake.

  "Right." Lin Feng nodded slightly, with a calm and peaceful expression.

  "Have you considered the consequences?" Akira's face grew even colder: "Perhaps my proof will make you regret it for the rest of your life."

  "Hmph." Lin Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of sarcasm, and he said calmly: "The so-called noble sons you're talking about, I've already experienced that kind of mouth... it's really cheap. So, there's no need for you to continue being cheap."

  As he spoke, Lin Feng's gaze also swept over Zuo Qiu, wasn't the previous Zuo Qiu just like Bai Ze now, with an air of elegance and a look that seemed to see right through people?

  "Haha, now that you've heard me, Bai Ze, don't be insolent again."

  "It's true, but those nobles' mouths are indeed cheap, they sound incredibly fierce when speaking, but in actual battle, they can't withstand a single blow."

  The mocking voices of the common people rose and fell, causing those aristocratic sons to turn pale one by one, especially Bai Ze, whose eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent.

  "Have you thought through the consequences of saying this?"

  Bai Ze finally walked out of the crowd, his snake-like eyes narrowing into a slit.

  "When you call someone a lowly person, have you thought of the consequences?"

  Lin Feng took a step forward, his body exuding an intense aura that burst forth and clashed with Bai Ze's sharp needle-like gaze.

  "I was born noble, a member of the White family from the Imperial City. I'm not even eighteen yet, and I've already reached the third stage of Spiritual Martial Realm cultivation. My status, talent, and strength are all top-notch. And you, what are you? I call you a lowly commoner, am I wrong?"

  Bai Ze's foot stepped out again, and a chill of icy air that seemed to pierce the bones shot towards Lin Feng, as if it was going to invade his internal organs. The full force of his three-layered Ling Wu realm erupted forth.

  "I was born ordinary, without any cultivation resources. Through my own efforts, I surpassed the threefold spiritual martial realm by the time I was sixteen years old. Can you compare to that?"

  Lin Feng's will was as firm as iron, his eyes gleaming with an unparalleled sharpness, like a sharp sword that feared nothing and never retreated. A powerful sword aura burst out from his body.

  A shrill whistle pierced the air, leaving the crowd stunned. Lin Feng, who had just turned sixteen, had reached the third stage of spiritual martial arts, just like Bai Ze. His innate talent was even more extraordinary than Bai Ze's. Moreover, Lin Feng was born ordinary, while Bai Ze came from a noble background, and in terms of cultivation environment, Bai Ze was undoubtedly much better off than Lin Feng. Lin Feng was still one or two years younger, the gap was too great.

  "How can such a talented person not have a letter of recommendation from Tianyi Academy? Is he going to Xueyue Sacred Institute?" The crowd secretly exclaimed, looking at Lin Feng with even more admiration.

  On the side, Zhong Ling and Zuo Qiu were both silent, their hearts filled with unknown emotions. They had repeatedly said that Lin Feng was worthless, looking down on him for not having a letter of recommendation. But at this moment, they discovered that even with their own talents, they didn't have the qualifications to compare themselves to Lin Feng. Even Bai Ze seemed somewhat dull and discolored in front of Lin Feng.

  Martial arts, compare strength, whose real power is stronger; compare momentum, whose momentum is more surging and sharper.

  In terms of momentum, Bai Ze undoubtedly lost, and he lost thoroughly. He revealed his own talent, took a big step forward, and burst forth with momentum. He had thought that he could just use his momentum to crush Lin Feng, but instead, this move seemed somewhat self-defeating.

  Lin Feng's momentum was stronger, more fierce and sharper than his, unstoppable.

  "Wu Xiu's innate talent, apart from being one of the fastest cultivators, also lies in his comprehension of martial arts and techniques. Of course, what's even more important is the Martial Soul. The Martial Soul is the soul of a martial artist. My Martial Soul is the White Snake Demon Beast, how can you compare to me?"

  Bai Ze's aura was suppressed by Lin Feng, feeling resentful, his martial soul released and a white snake's illusory shadow rose into the air, coiling around his body, a pair of eyes gloomily staring at Lin Feng.

  "It's indeed a demon snake."

  Lin Feng sneered inwardly, being stared at by Bai Ze made him feel similar to being stared at by Wen Ren Yin, guessing that Bai Ze's martial soul was a snake-type beast martial soul, and indeed it was.

  "Martial soul is indeed the soul of martial arts, but some people, even with martial soul, are still unable to withstand a single blow."

  Lin Feng said faintly, his figure flashing by, his body moving in front of Bai Ze, pointing out with one finger, without any fancy moves.

  "Courting death." Bai Ze sneered coldly, Lin Feng actually dared to be so disdainful of him, merely pointing at him casually.

  The palm trembles, as if a spirit snake spits out its letter, coiling forward.

  But just then, Bai Ze's gaze suddenly condensed, a destructive aura spread over his body. Lin Feng's fingertips seemed to transform into the sharpest of blades, and the killing intent in the air seemed to converge on that single finger. The closer he got, the more he felt the terrifying aura wrapped around the tip of that finger.

  "This order, I cannot accept."

  Bai Ze suddenly felt a sense of decadence and defeat in his heart, facing this finger, he had an irresistible illusion.

  The surrounding sword energy had all disappeared without a trace, and the crowd didn't even know what was happening. But Bai Ze clearly knew that the endless sword energy seemed to have solidified into one piece at this moment, condensing on Lin Feng's fingertips, extremely terrifying.

  "Hah...hah!"

  A faint sound arose, and Bai Ze felt a slight pain in his hand. There, a blood hole appeared.

  Lin Feng's fingers had not yet reached his palm when it was already unable to withstand the compressed and condensed sword energy, beginning to rupture and being pierced through.

  Withdraw

  Bai Ze's forward momentum suddenly stopped, his footstep heavily stepped on the ground, wanting to retreat.

  However, Lin Feng's momentum was not going to be wasted with just one finger.

  "Destroy!"

  As soon as he spoke, a dazzling white light flashed across Lin Feng's fingertips and broke through the air.

  A burst of laughter echoed, Bai Ze let out a low hum, his palm was directly pierced by the white light, and the White Snake Martial Soul ferociously pounced out, meeting that dazzling white light.

  In an instant, the White Snake's martial soul dissipated and disappeared without a trace. Bai Ze's body violently shook and he directly fell to his knees on the ground.

  Everyone's gaze was fixed on Bai Ze, and the space fell silent.

  Tick-tock.

  A faint sound, and the crowd saw a drop of fresh blood fall onto the ground beneath Bai Ze's lowered head.

  Lin Feng, with just one finger, was terrifying like this.

  Just as he said, some people are still unable to withstand a single blow even with the use of martial soul, while others remain incredibly powerful without using their martial soul.

  The crowd didn't think Bai Ze was the former, because they were clear about Bai Ze's strength, which was very strong, at least among his peers, he was considered extremely strong. But Lin Feng was too abnormal, he undoubtedly belonged to the latter, and didn't need to use his martial soul to be incredibly powerful.

  At this time, Lin Feng looked at Bai Ze who was half-kneeling on the ground, and he was also quite surprised in his heart. He was very satisfied with this finger of force.

  "Practicing swordsmanship, first enter the momentum, then from the momentum into subtlety; finally stepping into the realm of unity between man and sword. Now, I have only just grasped the subtlety of momentum, unable to wield a sword with my hand, because I am still far from achieving the state of unity between man and sword. Yet, possessing such power, even White Ze can't withstand a single finger, if I were to reach the realm of unity between man and sword, how strong would that be?"

  Lin Feng muttered to himself, just now, he was using the subtlest of forces, putting his power into a single point, so fine it was imperceptible, yet incredibly subtle.

  Now Lin Feng's control over his sword was much stronger than before.

  "The unity of man and sword is still far from me, what I need to do now is to grasp the subtlety."

  Lin Feng clearly knew that achieving unity between man and sword was difficult, at least he couldn't do it now, so he could only take one step at a time, constantly moving forward.

  "Cough, cough." A faint sound came out, Bai Ze coughed up a few drops of fresh blood and still didn't get up. He was too ashamed to stand up.

  Just now he was so arrogant, looking down on others, mocking Lin Feng and provoking Zuo Qiu. Now that the battle has begun, he can't even withstand a single finger from Lin Feng, feeling utterly ashamed.

  Lin Feng looked at Bai Ze, without a hint of sympathy in his eyes. Those who humiliate others will inevitably be humiliated themselves.

  The corners of his mouth curled up, and Lin Feng sneered: "This is what you call talent, the noble pride in your mouth, you repeatedly called me a plebeian, then what are you now?"

  Lin Feng said faintly, like a slap in the face of Bai Ze, more painful than the slap on Zuo Qiu's face.

  Moreover, it was not just Bai Ze; even those aristocratic young masters who had mocked Lin Feng looked as if they had been slapped in the face, their faces extremely unsightly.

  PS: My home is far from the company, after releasing four updates last night I didn't have time to write anymore. After work and dinner, I rushed to code words, don't know if I can release three more updates, if not, I will notify you in the next update, tomorrow see if I can make up for it. Brothers support me, I won't owe everyone, do my best to code words, roar, come on!