Chapter 2: A good dog does not block the way

  Lin Feng looked at this brief information and suddenly became speechless in his heart. Nima, did you have to be so sarcastic?

  However, he still got a satisfactory answer in his heart, that is, as long as he kills eighty more chickens, he can upgrade.

  With a clear goal in mind, Lin Feng was excited again and started to move. This time he killed more than ten chickens before a voice interrupted his movements.

  "Alright, Lin Feng, that's enough. The amount we have for this morning is sufficient. If we kill too many, we won't be able to finish them, and if we leave them until this afternoon, they'll no longer be fresh. Let's do the rest this afternoon." Cui Pangzi said hastily to Lin Feng as he saw that the quantity was almost enough.

  Lin Feng nodded helplessly and after killing the last chicken, he left the slaughterhouse.

  On the way back, he took a look at his character attributes and found that he had only killed thirteen chickens, still far from the eighty required. However, thinking about leveling up in the afternoon made him excited again. In just one day, his cultivation could jump to level four - who else in the world could do that? Heh, those genius disciples probably couldn't even compare to him, Lin Feng thought with a proud smile.

  Just then, a disgusting voice echoed in Lin Feng's ears.

  "Hey, isn't this our Lin Feng? I didn't expect the injuries from yesterday to heal so quickly?" A rude young man blocked Lin Feng's path with two others, looking at Lin Feng's face which didn't have a single scar, and said with a somewhat mocking tone.

  This group of young men were the ones who beat Lin Feng yesterday. They are all miscellaneous disciples, and the leader is named Zeng Jian. He is a third-level Xuan Qi apprentice and is considered to be the most formidable among them.

  "Scram, good dogs don't block the way." Lin Feng looked at Zeng Jian coldly. Perhaps the previous Lin Feng would have endured, but he was no longer the original Lin Feng. He was a descendant of Yan and Huang with strong self-esteem, and as a member of the Huaxia tribe, he had to make sure not to lose face for his nation in this strange foreign land.

  Zeng Jian and his group stared at Lin Feng in shock, they absolutely did not expect that the usually weak and timid Lin Feng would dare to speak to them like this today. Zeng Jian asked hesitantly, "What did you say? Say it again."

  Lin Feng stared at Zeng Jian, sneering, "I didn't expect that someone would actually admit to being a dog, and now you're even asking me to say it again."

  Chen Feng took a step forward and said to Zeng Jian, "Brother Jian, he is scolding us."

  Zeng Jian immediately glared at Chen Feng, scolding, "Nonsense, can't I hear it myself?" Then he looked at Lin Feng with a gloomy face and said, "Lin Feng, have you gone mad today? Do you want to be beaten up?"

  Lin Feng's face turned cold as he looked back at Zeng Jian, saying icily, "Hmph, who exactly wants to get beaten up? From the start till now, you've been blocking my way without stopping, and on top of that, you won't stop chattering away, annoying me to no end."

  "You... Lin Feng, I think you don't want to live anymore. Come on, let's go and beat him to death! Damn it, how dare he speak to me like that!" Zeng Jian shouted in extreme anger at the two people behind him.

  Chen Feng and Wang Shun heard Lin Feng say this, also furious, followed Zeng Jian, rushed towards Lin Feng

  Lin Feng saw the two men rushing over and burst out laughing, "Good, you've come at a good time. I was just thinking of teaching you a lesson." From the very beginning, Lin Feng had no intention of letting them off, so when they came up, he used his words to provoke them, making them take the first move.

  Zeng Jian had just left Lin Feng, so he was the first to arrive in front of Lin Feng. He circulated the Xuan Qi inside his body and directly slapped out with one palm, slapping it towards Lin Feng's chest.

  Lin Feng didn't dodge, and directly threw a punch, "Boom" a muffled sound, Zeng Jian retreated five or six steps back, his eyes flashing with an unbelievable expression, crazily shouting, "This is impossible, how can your strength be stronger than mine? Is your cultivation higher than mine?"

  In the world of Xuanqi Continent, the early stages of cultivation can be divided into four levels from low to high: Xuanqi Apprentice, Xuan Soldier, Xuan Master, and Xuan General. Each time a small level is upgraded, the power of Xuanqi will increase accordingly.

  Generally speaking, at the beginning of Xuan Qi study, a first-level fist can exert 100 kg of force. With each small upgrade in level, the power increases by 50 kg. By the time one reaches the ninth level of Xuan Qi study, they can have 500 kg of power. After breaking through the apprentice boundary and reaching the Xuan Bing level, one can possess 1,000 kg of power. The thought of a person having a fist that can exert 1,000 kg of force is frightening.

  Lin Feng is now a fourth-level disciple of the Xuan Qi Sect, which means he currently possesses 250 kilograms of strength. As for Zeng Jian, he is only a third-level disciple, with a strength of only 200 kilograms. In a head-on confrontation, Lin Feng would naturally emerge victorious.

  Chen Feng and Wang Shun stopped in their tracks upon hearing Zeng Jian's shout, their movements also coming to a halt. Chen Feng looked at Zeng Jian with an incredulous expression, "Brother Jian, you're not joking, are you? Lin Feng's cultivation is actually higher than yours?"

  Lin Feng gazed coldly at Zeng Jian, "Now you know, it's too late." As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng flashed and appeared in front of Chen Feng.

  Good persimmons are naturally soft to the touch, Zeng Jian is a third-level apprentice, and his own cultivation is not much different from his. To defeat him would require some effort, but Chen Feng and Wang Shun's cultivation was only at the second level of apprenticeship, with strength that differed by over a hundred pounds, making it easy to resolve. So Lin Feng headed towards Chen Feng, who was closest to him.

  Zeng Jian saw Lin Feng rushing towards Chen Feng and his face suddenly changed. He couldn't help but shout, "Chen Feng, be careful!"

  Unfortunately, it was too late, Lin Feng had already reached Chen Feng's front and punched his abdomen.

  Chen Feng was not as fast as Lin Feng, and his reaction was too slow. He was caught off guard and flew backward three meters, heavily slamming onto the ground. Chen Feng tried to struggle to get up, but his hands and feet were weak and powerless. His abdomen churned with a wave of nausea, causing him to spit out several mouthfuls of sour water.

  Lin Feng didn't slack off, after hitting Chen Feng, he immediately rushed towards Wang Shun, wanting to take down the two of them in one breath.

  Wang Shun saw Chen Feng being punched out by Lin Feng, and was stunned, clearly not believing that it was Lin Feng who had done it. When he came to his senses, Lin Feng's fist was already close at hand, so he instinctively raised his arms to block it.

  Bang! Lin Feng's fist landed on Wang Shun's arm, causing him to stumble backward seven or eight steps. Before he could even steady himself, he fell to the ground with a thud. At this moment, his hands hung limp, and a feeling of weakness rose up. His arm had already turned red and purple, clearly indicating that Wang Shun had lost all fighting strength in an instant. The entire scene now only left Zeng Jian still standing undefeated.

  Lin Feng sneered and stared at Zeng Jian, "Now it's your turn."

  With a sudden movement, his entire body shot towards Zeng Jian like an arrow. He raised his massive fist and slammed it down at Zeng Jian with great force.

  Zeng Jian saw his two companions defeated in an instant, and his eyes suddenly turned red with rage. He stared fixedly at Lin Feng and charged forward, fist to fist.

  "Ah", a mournful cry pierced the air.

  Fists flew up with a loud crash, and the person also retreated four or five steps. At this time, Zeng Jian clearly felt that his hand was about to break off, and the pain in his hand made Zeng Jian's eyes slightly clear, looking at Lin Feng, he couldn't help but feel a kind of fear.

  Lin Feng's eyes were cold and stern as he looked at the three people in front of him who had already lost their fighting spirit. In his heart, he was both surprised and sighed, indeed, here, the one with the biggest fist is the boss, has real power, and won't be bullied by others. Lin Feng, you can rest assured and go now, I've already avenged you.

  Then he coldly said to Zeng Jian and the other two people, "Don't come to provoke me again in the future."

  Zeng Jian's eyes turned red as he stared at Lin Feng's departing back, a flash of vengeful light flickering in his eyes. In his heart, he cruelly thought: Lin Feng, you just wait and see, once I call Brother Qiang over, I'll make sure you die a miserable death.

  At noon that day, news spread like an 8-magnitude earthquake among the disciples of the Miscellaneous Academy: Lin Feng, the good-for-nothing, had a great divine power today and beat Zeng Jian, Chen Feng, and Wang Shun, all three of whom were seriously injured.

  As this news spread, it inevitably sparked a flurry of discussion among the crowd.

  "How is this possible? You all know Lin Feng's character, he's definitely the type who can't fight back or retort, with his timid and cowardly personality, he would have been beaten by Zeng Jian, I wouldn't believe it even if you killed me."

  "But according to what I've heard, that's exactly what happened, and now nobody has seen Zeng Jian and the others, probably they have gone to recover from their injuries."

  "Lin Feng has such strength? I don't believe it."

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  What happened outside, Lin Feng didn't know. He had already returned to the slaughterhouse and was happily upgrading his chicken-killing skills.

  Excited after killing the last chicken needed for the upgrade, Lin Feng heard that melodious voice in his mind once again.

  "Ding, host experience value is full, congratulations host promoted to Xuanqi apprentice level 5."

  A warm current flowed through, and the feeling of fatigue immediately disappeared. Lin Feng felt his strength rise to another level, as if he could knock down a tiger with one punch. This sense of power made him feel an irresistible infatuation, perhaps this was the reason why humans pursued power.

  He now has a strength of over 200 kilograms, which can be said to have surpassed the vast majority of adults on Earth. To think that he is only sixteen years old! Having a strength of over 200 kilograms at the age of sixteen, this is undoubtedly a miracle for people on Earth!

  Lin Feng opened his character attributes once again, wanting to see how much experience was needed for his next level up.

  "Person: Lin Feng."

  Age: sixteen weeks old.

  "Cultivation: Xuanqi Disciple 5th Level."

  "Experience Points: 0/160."

  "Introduction: A miscellaneous disciple of Qinglan Sect, currently living in a dilapidated small room, mainly working at the slaughterhouse. Cultivation is still trash, a small fry in the Jianghu world. Many people in Qinglan Sect can kill you instantly, but you can bully some weaker miscellaneous disciples. Belongs to the kind that is not as good as those above and better than those below, a piece of garbage."