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Without using fists or weapons, and yet still managing to force the opponent back without injuring their rear or alarming the guests? This requires a much greater level of control, adaptability, and overall strength from a martial artist than simply engaging in a battle of brute force!

Fan Kuai was also stunned. He was skilled in large-scale, open-ended battlefield combat, and this kind of "refined" and restrictive fighting was not his forte. But the words had already been spoken, and he had taken the initiative to challenge him. If he backed down now, what would become of his reputation?

"Alright! I'll do as the Grand Protector says!" Fan Kuai gritted his teeth and agreed, determined to strike with lightning speed, using his aura and strength to overwhelm his opponent. As long as he didn't actually injure him, forcing him back or making him touch his chrysanthemum would be a victory!

"In that case, please." Lin Feng gestured and stepped down from his seat, arriving at a relatively open space in the garden, which was decorated with precious chrysanthemum potted plants all around.

Fan Kuai strode after him, stopping three zhang away from Lin Feng. He took a deep breath, and his joints cracked like popping beans. A fierce and powerful aura rose up, like a savage bear poised to pounce.

The eunuch lit a stick of incense.

"start!"

Before he could finish speaking, Fan Kuai let out a low roar, and with a sudden stomp of his foot, his massive body lunged out with extraordinary speed. His right hand formed a claw, carrying a sharp gust of wind, and went straight for Lin Feng's left shoulder!

This seemingly simple pounce sealed off Lin Feng's space to dodge left and right, forcing him to either take the hit head-on or retreat. And as long as Lin Feng retreated or blocked, his subsequent continuous attacks would surge like a tide. With his fierce strength, it wouldn't be difficult to create an "accident" and hit his chrysanthemum in the midst of the entanglement.

However, Lin Feng made a move.

He moved very slightly, his feet shifting slightly, his upper body leaning back by a hair's breadth. Fan Kuai's determined claw grazed past his clothes, the gust of wind lifting a few strands of hair from his forehead.

Missing his attack, Fan Kuai reacted swiftly, sweeping his left fist horizontally towards Lin Feng's ribs! At the same time, he followed up with a step forward, forcing Lin Feng to continue retreating, behind which were several pots of lush "Golden Back Red" plants!

Instead, Lin Feng took a half step forward, turned sideways, and skillfully used his shoulder and back to strike the open space in Fan Kuai's chest that had been exposed by his punch! The timing and angle of this move were ingenious.

Fan Kuai was startled and quickly lowered his waist to steady himself. At the same time, he thrust his right elbow backward to knock Lin Feng away.

But Lin Feng made a move immediately, and before Fan Kuai's elbow strike could land, he used the recoil from the impact to spin around and get to Fan Kuai's side and rear.

Fan Kuai missed twice in a row and was even approached by his opponent. Frustrated, he roared and, disregarding all other techniques, suddenly spun around in place, spreading his arms like a giant bear swinging its arms, sweeping outwards with a whistling sound! This was an area-of-effect attack, forcing Lin Feng away, but also making it easy to hit the surrounding areas.

However, at the moment Fan Kuai spun around and exerted force, Lin Feng advanced instead of retreating, lowered his body, and like a shadow moving swiftly along the ground, he slipped under Fan Kuai's outstretched arms, while his toes lightly touched the ankle of Fan Kuai's supporting leg!

This point, though not forceful, struck precisely at the delicate juncture when Fan Kuai's old strength was exhausted, his new strength had not yet arisen, and his center of gravity was shifting!

Fan Kuai felt a numbness in his ankle, and his spinning motion suddenly stopped. His massive body even lost its balance and staggered half a step! In that half step, his waving arm was about to sweep across a pot of "Phoenix Flying Feathers" next to him!

"Ah!" someone exclaimed from the table.

Fan Kuai's expression changed drastically. He twisted his waist, trying to pull his arm back, but the momentum was too great, and the pot of famous chrysanthemums was about to be destroyed!

At this critical moment, a hand reached out with lightning speed and pushed the "Phoenix Spreading its Wings" plant, along with its pot, backward by half a foot!

"Crack." The bottom of the flowerpot made a slight scraping sound as it rubbed against the bluestone ground.

Fan Kuai's arm, carrying a strong wind, swept past the edge of the flowerpot, blowing a few petals off, but the flower branch remained unharmed.

The owner of that hand—Lin Feng—as he pushed the flowerpot out, his other hand, as if by magic, grabbed Fan Kuai's shoulder, which was even more unsteady due to the forced pull, and sent him towards the outside of the garden.

"General Fan, be careful."

Fan Kuai was already unsteady on his feet, and now he was even more helpless. He took three big steps back in a row. When he landed on the third step, he had already stepped out of the previously marked "garden" area and one foot was on the cobblestone path at the edge.

The entire room fell silent.

The incense had burned less than a quarter of its way through.

Fan Kuai stood there, his face ashen, staring at his foot that had stepped out of bounds, then at the pot of "Phoenix Spreading its Feathers" that had been moved half a foot and was still intact, and finally at Lin Feng, who stood in the middle of the field with his hands behind his back and whose robes were not even disheveled. He opened his mouth, but could not utter a single word.

He lost. He lost completely and utterly, and he accepted it wholeheartedly.

His opponent was not only far superior in martial arts, but his exquisite control over power, precise grasp of timing, and ultimate utilization of the environment were simply divine! This was no ordinary martial arts contest, but an art!

"Excellent!!" The emperor jumped to his feet, shouting applause, his face flushed with excitement. "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! Minister Lin, what skill! What control! Reward him! He must be richly rewarded!"

Generals including Marquis Wu'an were so excited that their faces turned red, and they all cheered.

The civil officials were dumbfounded. They didn't understand much of the intricacies, but the contrast between Fan Kuai's disheveled state and Lin Feng's composure was too stark!

Princess Pingyang's tightly clenched fist quietly loosened, her palms slightly damp with sweat. An unprecedented emotion, a mixture of pride, admiration, and a strange flutter in her heart, surged within her.

Shen Qingqiu had long forgotten her composure. She covered her slightly parted lips with her jade-like hand, her clear eyes filled with unbelievable shock.

Lin Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute to Fan Kuai: "General Fan, you flatter me. Your strength and courage are truly admirable. Today's sparring is merely for entertainment; please do not take it to heart."

Fan Kuai came to his senses, his face full of shame, and bowed deeply to Lin Feng: "Great Protector, your martial arts are unparalleled, I... am completely convinced! I have offended you before, please forgive me!" He was straightforward and could accept defeat, and at this moment he admired Lin Feng to the point of prostration.

Lin Feng helped him up and said with a smile, "General, you flatter me. If you have time in the future, you are welcome to come to my residence and we can discuss martial arts again."

In a battle combining both literary and martial arts skills, Lin Feng's absolute dominance shocked the entire audience.