No money for martial arts university? Slay your way through the border to the top martial arts schoo

Ding!

A soft sound.

The silver longsword in the white-robed youth's hand was firmly held between Lin Feng's two fingers, unable to advance even an inch further.

The color drained instantly from the young man's handsome face.

He used all his strength to try to pull the sword back, but the two fingers were like iron clamps, not moving an inch.

How is that possible?

His sword was a C-grade weapon bestowed upon him by his family elders; it could cut through iron like mud.

Although he didn't use his full strength in that sword strike, it still carried the force of a thousand pounds.

It was caught by the other party with just two fingers?

What kind of monster is this person?

"Your swordsmanship is good, but unfortunately, your strength is too weak."

Lin Feng gave a nonchalant comment, then drew his Mountain-Splitting Blade and slashed at the target.

Click!

A crisp sound.

The C-grade silver longsword snapped at the tip.

The young man in white, clutching the broken sword, stumbled back seven or eight steps before barely managing to regain his balance.

He looked down at the smooth cut of the broken sword in his hand, then looked up at the cloaked man, his eyes filled with horror and fear.

"Who...who are you?"

"A sixth brother who was passing by."

Lin Feng casually tossed away the broken sword tip from between his fingers and clapped his hands.

He was now basically certain that this kid really didn't have any protectors around him.

Otherwise, the other party would have jumped out long ago when he broke the sword.

A genius without bodyguards is like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Lin Feng's eyes began to turn unfriendly.

Just as he was about to step forward, strip the kid naked, and see what treasures he still had on him.

A cold voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

"Try touching him again?"

Lin Feng's body stiffened abruptly.

A strong sense of crisis came from behind.

Without a second thought, he immediately used the "Stealth Step," his body transforming into a blur as he moved several meters to the side.

Almost at the same time he left the spot.

An invisible force swept past the hem of his clothes and slammed heavily into the ground where he had just been standing.

boom!

A muffled thud.

The hard rocky ground was blasted into a crater half a meter deep, with debris flying everywhere.

Lin Feng turned his head and looked over, his pupils shrinking slightly.

Not far behind him, a middle-aged man dressed in black appeared out of nowhere.

The man was tall and had an ordinary face, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

A vast and profound aura emanated from him.

Martial arts master!

Lin Feng's heart sank.

He was completely unaware of this person's presence.

The other party seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

What kind of covert method is this?

"Uncle Fu!"

The boy in white was both surprised and delighted to see the middle-aged man in black. He quickly ran over, hid behind him, and pointed at Lin Feng to complain, like a wronged child.

"Uncle Fu, it's him! He stole my magic core and broke my sword!"

The middle-aged man, referred to as Uncle Fu, kept his gaze fixed on Lin Feng, his eyes cold.

"Who are you? Why did you attack my young master?"

His voice was hoarse and devoid of any emotion.

Lin Feng gripped the hilt of the Mountain-Splitting Blade tightly.

Trouble.

A powerful martial artist, and one who excels at stealth.

Even if he is now a fourth-level martial artist and has an A-grade battle sword, it's hard to say what his chances of winning against this kind of opponent would be.

What's more, there was also a white-clad youth eyeing them menacingly nearby.

That kid's swordsmanship is very strange. Although his skill level is low, he can still cause a lot of trouble if they really fight.

"Misunderstand."

Lin Feng decisively chose to follow his heart.

A wise man doesn't suffer a loss he can avoid.

If you can't beat someone, run away; if you can't outrun someone, back down. This was the first survival rule he learned in the North.

He raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

"I saw this young man being attacked by strange beasts and was in grave danger, so I stepped in to help. I didn't expect that my help would be in vain and would even cause a misunderstanding. I'm truly sorry."

As he spoke, he took out the magic core of the phantom fox from his pocket and threw it over.

"These are your spoils, little brother. Return them to their rightful owner."

The boy in white instinctively caught the magic core, then paused for a moment.

How can this person change their expression so quickly?

Uncle Fu looked at Lin Feng, the murderous intent in his eyes undiminished.

"Offering a helping hand? To me, it looks more like you're robbing me!"

"It's definitely a misunderstanding." Lin Feng's tone was extremely sincere. "I'm just a kind-hearted person. When I see someone in trouble, I can't help but want to lend a hand. Maybe my way of helping is a bit unusual, which caused the young man to misunderstand."

Seeing that the other party still didn't believe him, he gritted his teeth and took out all the dozens of E-grade magic cores he had stolen along the way, piling them on the ground with a clatter.

"Consider this my apology to my young friend. It's not easy for anyone when they're away from home. Making friends here will help us look out for each other in the future."

The white-robed youth and Uncle Fu were stunned as they stared at the pile of magic cores on the ground, which were emitting various colors of light.

How many people did this guy steal?

Lin Feng felt his heart bleed as he looked at the shocked expressions on their faces.

He painstakingly fought his way back to get these, risking being beaten up by the crowd, by being the sixth oldest among them.

Now, in order to save their lives, they handed everything over at once.

Losing big!

"How about that? Isn't that enough sincerity?" Lin Feng forced a smile. "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

After saying that, he turned around and tried to slip away.

"stop."

Uncle Fu spoke coldly.

Lin Feng stopped in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat.

Is this really not enough?

Are you trying to force me to fight you to the death?

Uncle Fu slowly said, "Leave the magic core, and leave the knife you have on you too."