133: A bunch of useless people gathered together, praising each other and competing to see who is the most useless.

But he didn't dare to be careless in the slightest, frantically circulating his Mystic Ice Protective Aura to lay down layers of ice shields in front of him, while simultaneously retreating rapidly to open up distance!

However...

Gan Iron Pillar simply raised his right fist.

Then, he punched out into the air in Leng Feng's direction.

"Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Strength!"

Boom!!!!!!!!!

This time, it was no longer a simple fist wind.

Instead, it was a terrifying fist aura condensed to the extreme, seemingly composed of countless miniature phantom images of divine elephants!

Wherever the fist aura passed, space distorted, a three-foot-deep trench was plowed into the arena floor, and the Formation light screen around them shook violently, actually showing cracks!

"No!!!"

Leng Feng screamed in horror, pouring all his Protective Aura into the ice shields!

Pfft pfft pfft pfft!!!

Like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, the fist aura shattered the layers of ice shields and finally slammed heavily into Leng Feng's chest!

Crack!!!

The clear sound of bones breaking rang out.

Leng Feng flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing into the Formation light screen at the edge of the arena, causing it to dent inward before sliding to the ground. He coughed up blood, his chest was caved in, and at least seven or eight ribs were broken!

Heavily injured!

But, not dead.

Gan Iron Pillar had indeed "held back."

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared blankly at the dark purple demon god on the arena who was naively scratching his helmet, then looked at Lin Fan, who was still calmly drinking below.

Three moves.

The first punch injured him, the second move broke 'Frozen for a Thousand Miles', and the third punch... heavily injured the Early-stage Martial King Leng Feng!

And all this was achieved by a naive boy at the Late Stage of Martial Master, wearing a "borrowed" set of armor!

Then what if... Lin Fan himself wore this armor?

Everyone didn't dare to imagine it.

"Not bad."

Lin Fan put down his wine cup and beckoned to Gan Iron Pillar.

"Come back."

"Oh." Gan Iron Pillar deactivated the armor, the dark purple demonic flames faded, revealing his honest Face once again.

He jogged back to Lin Fan's side and said excitedly:

"City Lord! That suit is really amazing! I feel like I could kill a Dragon!"

"Yeah, Cultivate well in the future, and you can be this powerful too." Lin Fan nodded and casually put away the asura armor.

Then, he looked at the pale-faced Bing Wuchen and the dumbfounded Prodigies below, speaking indifferly:

"Now, does anyone still think I'm insulting you?"

"If there are..."

Lin Fan paused, his tone calm but carrying a bone-chilling coldness:

"I don't mind lending you a few more toys to play with."

"After all, here..."

A cold arc curled at the corner of his mouth:

"I have quite a lot of trash."

"Just right for recycling waste."

[Ding! Borrowing armor to crush them, extreme humiliation, prestige value +18,000!]

[Current prestige value: 85,570 points!]

Lin Fan's sentence "I have quite a lot of trash, just right for recycling waste" was like the final straw, completely igniting the fury of all the Prodigies present!

"Lin Fan!!! You go too far!!!"

Bing Wuchen slammed the table, turning into an icy blue afterimage and instantly appearing on the arena!

The terrifying pressure of an Early Stage Martial Emperor erupted, and the entire arena was instantly covered with a thick layer of ice, the temperature plunging to absolute zero that made the Soul tremble!

"Mystic Ice True Intent — Eternal Freezing!"

He formed hand seals, and a phantom image of a world frozen for eternity appeared behind him. Infinite Laws of ice hung down like chains, pressing down heavily towards Lin Fan's position!

This strike already used his full strength, even burning a sliver of his Origin, its power approaching the Middle Stage of Martial Emperor!

Clearly, Leng Feng's crushing defeat, combined with Lin Fan's repeated insults, had caused this Young Palace Master of the Mystic Ice Palace to completely lose his mind!

He wanted to kill Lin Fan in public to wash away the shame!

"Wuchen! Stop!!!"

On the high platform, Xiao Wuya's expression changed drastically as he shouted to stop him.

But it was too late.

Bing Wuchen's killing move had already fallen!

Facing this terrifying strike capable of freezing a Middle Stage Martial Emperor.

Lin Fan still sat in his seat, not even lifting an eyelid.

He just casually waved his hand.

As if shooing away an annoying fly.

"So noisy."

Buzz!!!

A sword light burst forth from Lin Fan's fingertip.

Primal Sword Intent!

Although it was just a casual strike and he didn't even use the primal broken sword, the essence of the Sword Intent was too high—so high that it was enough to ignore the gap in Realm!

Pfft!

The phantom image of the frozen world pressing down was shattered and annihilated like a bubble the moment it touched the gray sword light!

There wasn't even a hint of resistance!

The sword light's momentum didn't decrease, and under Bing Wuchen's horrified gaze, it lightly grazed his right shoulder.

Crack.

A clear sound of bone breaking rang out.

Bing Wuchen's entire right arm was severed at the shoulder!

Before the blood could spray out, it was completely evaporated by the annihilation power contained within the Sword Intent!

"Argh!!!"

Bing Wuchen let out a shrill scream, clutching his severed arm and stumbling back, his Face as pale as paper, his eyes filled with disbelief and... fear!

One sword!

A casual sword strike!

And it cut off one of his arms?!

Even his Mystic Ice True Intent Domain was easily torn apart like paper?!

How is this possible?!

"Wuchen!!!"

Xiao Wuya stood up abruptly, appeared on the arena in a flash, supported the swaying Bing Wuchen, quickly sealed his wound, and fed him a Medicinal Pill.

Then, he looked up at Lin Fan, his Face dark as water:

"City Lord Lin Fan, it was just a spar, why use such a heavy hand?!"

"Heavy hand?"

Lin Fan finally looked up, glanced at him, and said in a flat tone:

"City Lord Xiao, if that strike just now had been anyone else, they would be an ice corpse by now."

"I spared his life and only cut off one arm; that's already giving you Face."

"What, do you think I was too light?"

"Then how about... I add another sword strike?"

Xiao Wuya froze, speechless.

Indeed, Bing Wuchen's strike just now was clearly meant to take Lin Fan's life.

Lin Fan only cutting off one arm was indeed... showing mercy.

But this way of "showing mercy" was simply too humiliating!

"City Lord Xiao."

Lin Fan slowly stood up, walked to the edge of the arena, Looking down at the trembling geniuses below...， He then glanced at Xiao Wuyai, whose face was pale.， The sound was calm yet clear, reaching everyone's ears.：

"I know you people from the Central District have always looked down on us from the Four Districts."

"You think we are country bumpkins, frogs in a well, just here to make up the numbers."

"Before, I couldn't be bothered to care."

"But now, I, Lin Fan, have come."

"Some rules need to be changed."

His gaze swept across the venue, finally landing on Star Without Moon and Savage Beast on the high platform, who had remained silent:

"For example, this self-righteous gathering of Prodigies."

"A bunch of trash gathering to flatter each other, competing to see who is more useless?"

"Boring."

"Instead of wasting time playing house with you all here, I'd rather go back and sleep."

[Ding! Severing Bing Wuchen's arm in public, domineering declaration, prestige value +20,000!]

[Current prestige value: 105,570 points!]

After finishing his words, Lin Fan turned to leave.

"Wait."

Just then, an ethereal voice like the stars slowly rang out.