161: It will take a little more time

Despite the various urgings from the crowd, Feng Ming acted as if he hadn't heard a thing, maintaining his previous posture.

At this, Huangfu Rui didn't get angry but instead began to laugh.

"Feng Ming, oh Feng Ming, I thought you actually had some skill. I didn't expect that besides bragging and talking nonsense, all you know how to do is act cool?"

"I let you come up to spar and take the test, but you just strike a pose and waste time. If you're not going to do the test, hurry up and get lost. Don't waste everyone's time."

Hearing this, Feng Ming smiled and picked at his ear, retorted: "What are you barking about? I already made my move long ago; you're the one who needs to catch it."

Huangfu Rui was dumbfounded. Made a move? When did he make a move?

Feng Ming didn't explain, but instead asked: "I'm waiting for the Recorder to announce the result. What are you waiting for?"

Huangfu Rui was still very confused, not knowing when Feng Ming had attacked, as he had been staring at Feng Ming's every move the entire time.

Did he actually attack?

In fact, it wasn't just him; even the Recorder sitting on the arena stage responsible for announcing the results was very confused.

The people below the stage also looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What the hell? He attacked? What kind of attack?"

"What is Feng Ming doing?"

Seeing that no one had noticed, Feng Ming sighed. "With your level, I really doubt you can even detect my true strength."

"Why don't you turn around and look behind you first?"

Huangfu Rui didn't believe for a second that Feng Ming had attacked, but he immediately turned around and looked up.

With that one look, he was instantly stunned.

Directly above his head, countless menacing Sword Qi were suspended in a dense, crowded mass.

Those Sword Beams were like a swarm of venomous snakes.

They hung quietly above Huangfu Rui's head, waiting for the right moment to strike.

At this moment, Huangfu Rui's entire body went numb.

It wasn't just a matter of the Sword Beams anymore.

It was the fact that he had absolutely no idea when Feng Ming had silently placed those Sword Beams behind him.

In other words, if Feng Ming had wanted his life, he could have died a hundred times by now.

It wasn't just Huangfu Rui.

The crowd watching below the stage also realized it at this moment, their faces filled with shock and bewilderment.

"Holy crap, Huangfu Rui wasn't wrong—Feng Ming is number one at acting cool. I give this performance a perfect score."

"When did he attack? How did he do it? Why didn't we feel a thing?"

"Is this Feng Ming's strength? It's truly terrifying. No wonder he dares to challenge the Huangfu Family. With this kind of strength, I would dare to as well."

Huangfu Jing, who had just stepped off the stage, felt incredibly lucky in his heart.

He couldn't even imagine what he would have done if he were the one facing Feng Ming's Sword Beams right now.

Even though the person up there was his Elder brother, at a time like this, it was better for a Fellow Daoist to die than himself—as long as it wasn't him.

Ever since he stepped off the stage, he had been closely watching Feng Ming's movements, yet he never saw Feng Ming move a finger. He had no idea when those Sword Beams had been released.

If Huangfu Jing couldn't sense it, Huangfu Rui on the stage couldn't sense it either.

Only now did he believe what Huangfu Jing had said: Feng Ming was a bit terrifying.

In fact, 'terrifying' was no longer enough to describe it; this was purely the work of a freak.

Since Feng Ming stepped onto the stage, Lu Qianqian had also been staring unblinkingly at the arena—at Feng Ming, at Huangfu Rui, and even at Huangfu Jing at the beginning.

She had seen all their reactions, but at this moment, she couldn't help but be dumbstruck.

Looking at the glorious Feng Ming on the stage, she couldn't help but recall their first meeting in Liumian Prefecture several days ago.

It felt like a lifetime ago; he was no longer the unremarkable person he had been.

He was no longer the Feng Ming she once looked down upon.

But in just a few short days, how did Feng Ming do it? In the blink of an eye, he had already reached a level where she had to look up to him.

The Sect Master also spoke up at this moment, "Qianqian, you don't have many opportunities. As the saying goes, adding flowers to a bouquet is not as good as providing charcoal in a snowstorm. If he truly is a child of luck and you miss out, I'm afraid you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

"Because what you miss out on won't just be a Cultivation Opportunity, but possibly your happiness as well."

"Master!"

Lu Qianqian hadn't expected the Sect Master to say such a thing and was suddenly at a loss for words.

The Sect Master simply smiled and waved a hand. "Little girl, who hasn't been young? Who hasn't had someone they loved?"

"I can see what's on your mind. Let me put it this way: feelings are selfish. You don't need to yield to anyone, nor should you. Whoever has the ability should take what they want. If you yield, you won't just lose your happiness; you might even lose your sisterly bond."

"You're here agonizing and hesitating, but do you know what your sister is thinking?"

After the Sect Master finished speaking, he walked away, leaving Lu Qianqian's mind in a chaotic mess.

Feelings aside—she could choose not to consider them for now—but the strength of Feng Ming and Jiang Shuwan filled her with envy.

Now that this Opportunity was right before her eyes, was she really willing to watch it slip away?

On the arena, Feng Ming naturally didn't know about the mess in Lu Qianqian's heart. He looked at the Recorder and asked, "Can we announce that the test is over now?"

The Recorder also suddenly snapped back to his senses and said, "The test is over. Huangfu Rui's Rank is Yellow Rank. Please continue to work hard in the future..."

Before he could finish, Feng Ming interrupted him. "Wait, did you get it wrong? I'm the new Disciple, and he's the senior Disciple."

"Do you even hear what you're saying?"

The Recorder's words were already enough to make Huangfu Rui lose face, but Feng Ming deliberately emphasized it again.

This immediately made Huangfu Rui even more ashamed.

With his cultivation at the eighth level of the Golden Core Stage, he couldn't even say he was powerless before a new Disciple who had just entered the Golden Core Stage a few days ago.

It could only be said that he couldn't even see how the other person had made their move.

Regardless of whether Feng Ming would become famous in the future, Huangfu Rui—the man who had repeatedly shouted about teaching Feng Ming a lesson—hadn't even figured out the path of his opponent's attack.

This was no longer a question of whether he could win; it was simply impossible to fight.

Today, he had completely humiliated the Huangfu Family.

Hearing this, the Recorder also looked awkward and quickly corrected himself. "The test is over. The new Disciple Feng Ming's Rank is Heaven Rank. Next!"

After the test was finished and Feng Ming stepped down, he found Jiang Shuwan to regroup with her. Just as they were about to discuss their next plans,

Elder Pan leaned over.

"Feng Ming, Jiang Shuwan, where are the two of you planning to go?"

Feng Ming and Jiang Shuwan exchanged a glance, and he said, "We just arrived and don't know where is suitable yet. Does Elder Pan have any good arrangements?"

Elder Pan laughed in an annoyed but amused way. "With the strength of you two, what right do I have to make arrangements? Besides, Cultivation itself depends on the individual. Even the Sect can only provide some guidance."

"Furthermore, I can see that you two don't need the Sect's Elders to do anything; you're doing very well on your own. So, our focus is still on those Disciples with weaker Foundations."

"Do as you see fit for your own arrangements. Experts cannot be fostered or replicated!"

Elder Pan left after saying that, while Jiang Shuwan was still thinking about the thunder tablet.

After a brief discussion, the two decided to go to the Thunder Dojo.

Aside from comprehending the Dao of Thunder yesterday, they hadn't gained anything else.

Since the thunder tablet didn't reject him, he might as well try it more often.

Feng Ming felt that there must be many secrets within the thunder tablet.

Lu Qianqian watched the two of them leave the martial arts arena hand-in-hand, her lips pursed, saying nothing.

She still needed a little more time.