46: Han Junxian, with an extremely high level of sophistication

It was Yue Tiankuo who spoke.

Just moments ago, Yue Cailan had also found the scene unbearable to watch.

Using lives as a threat did not align with Yue Cailan's martial path, and she would not stand idly by.

Yue Tiankuo doted on this genius granddaughter of his immensely.

At a young age, Yue Cailan already possessed the strength of an Early Fourth-Rank.

Her future prospects were even more vast.

When Yue Cailan said she wanted to be a police officer, Yue Tiankuo helped her behind the scenes.

When Yue Cailan broke the rules at the police station, it was still Yue Tiankuo helping her in secret.

Yue Cailan acted recklessly, and Yue Tiankuo had cleaned up many of her messes.

Naturally, since his granddaughter had spoken up, how could Yue Tiankuo not take action?

Besides... what Cui He was doing... was indeed too underhanded.

This was clearly shitting on the Zhao Family's head.

Everyone lived in Donghai and saw each other frequently.

This would eventually become an irreconcilable grudge.

Yue Tiankuo also couldn't understand where Cui He got the nerve to do this.

Who gave him the courage?

A so-called Fifth-Rank ability user, the Divine Master?

Since Yue Tiankuo, a Half-step Grandmaster, had spoken, Cui He had to show some respect.

"Divine Master, release him!"

When Cui He spoke, logically, he should have been released, but the black-robed Divine Master was no saint.

The black-robed Divine Master kicked Steward Ding away, using his Shadow Ability to leave behind many internal injuries in Steward Ding's body.

"Now... is there anyone else who wants to step up?"

This was not a question, but a statement.

Everyone present felt the pressure and remained silent.

Lin Feng knew it was his time to step up and show off.

Ling Xian, however, did not move. "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

But I want to be the one behind the oriole!"

He wanted to wait until Lin Feng was at his most smug before slapping him to death on the stage.

Just as the black-robed Divine Master was gloating that no one in the great city of Donghai dared to take the stage.

Uncle Su asked Lin Feng, "Can you fight?"

"I can!" Lin Feng spat out a single word and leaped into the air.

His fists whistled through the air!

Every punch carried the weight of a thousand piculs.

Even the black-robed Divine Master had to evade.

"Kid, you're too young."

As the Divine Master's voice fell, he had already turned into a dark shadow and appeared behind Lin Feng, swinging his cane.

Lin Feng quickly turned and blocked.

Clang!

Facing this seemingly light and lightning-fast strike of the cane, his arms were jolted numb, and he retreated several steps, his heart filled with shock!

"You are strong! But I am not the same as I was before."

Although Lin Feng had used a large amount of medicinal herbs to forcibly increase his strength recently, resulting in an unstable and damaged foundation, he was still a Fifth-Rank Martial Artist.

Combined with his luck boost and the Nine-Layer Wave, he believed he was not inferior to anyone below the rank of Grandmaster.

Boom! Lin Feng struck with a palm, which the Divine Master blocked with his cane.

The cane actually began to twist.

Then came a second palm strike, aimed straight at the Divine Master's head.

The Divine Master was alarmed and didn't dare to take the hit, using his ability to summon black circles to bind Lin Feng's hands.

Lin Feng's palms formed ripples like water, dispersing the black circles with a single strike.

"Ah! How is this possible?"

Finally, the third palm strike—this one already had three times the power of an ordinary Fifth-Rank Martial Artist.

Lin Feng's movements were like the wind as he landed a seemingly light palm strike on the Divine Master's chest.

Pfft!

The Divine Master violently spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward at an incredible speed as he was thrown off the stage.

Thud!

He landed below the stage and died on the spot.

Yue Cailan stepped closer to observe and found that the black-robed Divine Master's left chest was caved in by nearly an inch; his clothes were shredded, forming a clear palm print.

The crowd couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines, and even the Half-step Grandmaster Yue Tiankuo was inwardly amazed.

This one palm had shattered the ribs and burst the heart.

Within the Fifth Rank, he truly couldn't think of anyone who could withstand this strike.

Cui He's face was full of terror. The Divine Master was dead?

Cui He thought, "How is this possible? In this competition, not only have I offended the Zhao Family, but if I lose, I won't even be able to keep profitable businesses like the KTVs and bars."

"No, I still have a trump card!"

"It seems that in today's competition, I am number one. No one objects, right?" Lin Feng looked at the crowd, getting carried away.

"There should be no problem with me taking this 20-million-yuan prize check, right?"

The crowd was completely silent.

Yue Cailan was puzzled. "Why has this Lin Feng's strength improved so quickly?"

Only Cui He shouted at his subordinates, "Is Master Han not here yet?"

"Master Han is sightseeing on the other side of the lake. To find him now among so many tourists... it's difficult!" the subordinate explained.

Unfortunately, all he got in return was a slap from Cui He.

Lin Feng laughed and looked at Cui He. "Master Han? Let him come; I'll wait for him right here."

At this moment, Lin Feng's smugness reached its peak.

He had been in Donghai for so long.

He... finally... finally completed a heart-shaking act of showing off.

This was the treatment he, Lin Feng, deserved.

Refreshing!

Just as he finished speaking!

Han Junxian came from the other side of the lake, treading over the waves and running across the water's surface at a speed comparable to a speedboat.

Everyone was incredibly shocked. Was this something a human could do?

Yue Tiankuo's eyes widened, and after a long time, he squeezed out a sentence:

"Treading on waves... a Half-step Grandmaster!"

An expert of this level was a famous figure even in the martial arts world.

Even Lin Feng couldn't help but become cautious.

Only Cui He showed a look of joy, as if seeing an angel sent to save him, and bowed respectfully:

"Welcome, Master Han!"

Han Junxian stepped onto the water's surface and, with a sudden leap, soared onto the stage.

He stood with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at Lin Feng, a youth over a decade younger than him, and advised:

"If you take the initiative to admit defeat, I can spare your life!"

He was full of style!

The whole audience was stunned!

Against a Half-step Grandmaster who came treading on waves, an ordinary Fifth-Rank would have likely surrendered long ago.

But Lin Feng was no ordinary person. He thought to himself:

This person is even more of a show-off than me; I must kill him!

"Fight!" Lin Feng was furious and attacked with all his might.

Boom!

Han Junxian raised his hand and caught the palm strike, maintaining his cool demeanor.

"Good kid!"

But in reality, he was complaining internally: "Crap, if I had known, I wouldn't have shown off by treading on the water. More than half of my internal energy is gone."

"This kid seems a bit troublesome. It looks like I need to end the battle quickly."

Han Junxian's approach was correct; to deal with Lin Feng, he had to end it early.

Because of the Nine-Layer Wave, the longer the fight went on, the more disadvantageous it would be for Han Junxian.

Seeing Han Junxian catch the palm strike so steadily, Lin Feng also felt a bit apprehensive.

"Wait, he clearly treaded on waves; his internal energy shouldn't be this profound! Did I guess wrong? Is this guy's internal energy far beyond that of an ordinary Half-step Grandmaster?"

Lin Feng refused to accept it and continued to test him.

The second palm, the third palm.

He tried his best to ensure his Nine-Layer Wave wouldn't be interrupted.

Once interrupted, he would have to start over from the first palm.

However, for the next two palms, Han Junxian still stood with his hands behind his back, catching them steadily with one hand.

At this moment, Lin Feng panicked.

Han Junxian wasn't doing much better, having taken three consecutive palms, each more powerful than the last.

He had actually spat out blood long ago, but he swallowed it back for the sake of his image.

"This kid better hurry up and admit defeat; I'm almost at my limit."

Thus, a scene appeared on the stage where neither Lin Feng nor Han Junxian took the initiative to move.

"How about... we call it a draw?" Lin Feng suggested.

He thought that since Han Junxian was so high-profile, drawing with him wouldn't disgrace his own image.

"Fine!" Han Junxian narrowed his eyes, inwardly delighted.

After it was over, he could explain to others that he had yielded three moves because he saw the other was a junior and simply appreciated his talent.