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Duan Hongyuan withdrew his hand and turned to walk back.

The aftershocks of that slap still lingered in the air, and broken bricks were still falling from the exterior wall.

The former dean of Wuhan University in Shanghai was embedded in the ruins, half of his face swollen like a pig's head, and blood from the corner of his mouth was flowing down his chin and into his collar.

The physique of a Martial Venerable at the third stage withstood a slap from the Martial Emperor, saving his life, but he completely lost face.

Duan Hongyuan took two steps and then stopped.

"The life-or-death agreement is in black and white. If the Shanghai Martial Arts University is not satisfied, they can sue the military arbitration court."

The sound wasn't loud, but it could be heard clearly in every corner of the arena.

Fifty thousand people looked as if they had been choked, not even daring to cough.

Duan Hongyuan's footsteps echoed in the stands for more than ten seconds before his figure disappeared at the entrance to the VIP section.

On the arena.

Gu Qingfeng's body was cleaved in two, fragments of the silver spear were scattered all over the ground, and the blood had begun to congeal.

The remaining four contestants from Shanghai Martial Arts University ran out of the rest area and knelt beside the corpse.

Someone cried.

Some people didn't cry; they lowered their heads and stared intently in the direction Lin Feng walked off the stage.

That hatred was obvious to anyone with eyes.

Lin Feng sensed it.

But he flicked the blood beads remaining on the Fang of Calamity, and without turning his head, walked down the steps one by one.

The organizing committee staff ran to the center of the venue, trembling, holding microphones in their hands.

He cleared his throat three times before finally managing to squeeze the sound out.

"After final integration..."

"Team Battle Phase: Capital Martial Arts Academy, undefeated, first place in total points."

"Individual competition stage: Lin Feng, undefeated, first in total individual points."

Overall Ranking: Capital Martial Arts Academy, 11th Dragon Abyss Cup Champion!

Applause erupted.

At first, they were sparse and uneven, but then they grew larger and denser.

In the end, the applause of 50,000 people roared together.

It's not because I'm convinced.

It's because of fear.

An eighteen-year-old Martial King—no, judging from his performance just now, this person's strength was enough to cleave Gu Qingfeng, a half-step Martial Venerable, in two with a single strike.

Who dares not to applaud?

The podium was set up in the center of the arena.

Lin Feng accepted the award on behalf of Guodu College.

Two staff members carefully carried a white jade box up and handed it to him.

The box itself wasn't heavy, but the contents inside were heavy enough to kill someone.

The ultimate reward for winning the S-level martial arts technique is the Dragon Abyss Cup.

Lin Feng opened the box in front of 50,000 people.

Inside lay a scroll of bamboo slips that gleamed with a silvery-white light.

A prompt appears on the system panel.

[S-rank movement technique detected: "Instant Step Zero" (A speed-burst type technique; when mastered to perfection, it allows for spatial folding within five steps, with the movement distance nearly equivalent to teleportation)]

Unlike the "Stealth Steps", this movement technique does not rely on afterimages to confuse the opponent.

Instead, it relies on pure speed and extremely fast movement techniques.

Lin Feng closed the box and put it into his storage ring.

The expression on his face was unreadable.

Below the awards stage, Qin Lie and his three companions stood in the first row.

Qin Lie clapped his hands so hard they turned red.

He had a lot to say, but he couldn't say anything at the moment.

Ye Zhi Qiu, who was standing next to him with bandages in his arm, clapped his thigh a few times with his movable hand, which was his way of applauding.

Mo Changfeng stood there without clapping, his fists hanging at his sides, processing everything he had just witnessed.

Su Wan'er stood at the very back and gently clapped her palms together twice.

She sensed something with her spiritual power: the fluctuations of Lin Feng's blood and qi were at least 30% stronger than before he went on stage.

Has he made another breakthrough?

The thought crossed her mind, but she was too embarrassed to ask.

Lin Feng walked down from the podium and through the passageway.

The applause continued, but no one dared to come within three steps of him. Wherever he went, the crowd automatically parted to the sides.

They weren't even this self-aware when making way for Emperor Wu.

As we walked out of the arena.

Fang Zhengguo blocked the entrance to the passage.

The instructor of the practical combat course at the Capital Academy, a third-level Martial King, the one who used his aura to suppress Lin Feng on the first day.

His throat was a little dry, and he took his hands out of his pockets and rubbed them a couple of times.

"Lieutenant Lin."

"Um?"

Fang Zhengguo's throat bobbed.

"I was blind to your true worth before."

Lin Feng stopped and turned to look at him.

Fang Zhengguo bent over at a 15-degree angle, his sincerity evident.

Lin Feng walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

not heavy.

But Fang Zhengguo was half a head shorter, and his knees almost buckled under the weight.

This force is on a completely different level than when we first met.

"Director Fang, you have a lot of wire work."

Fang Zhengguo's face stung from the spiciness.

"Don't fire it at your own people next time."

Fang Zhengguo was stunned for two seconds.

Then the corner of his mouth twitched, it was hard to tell whether it was a bitter smile or a sense of relief.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and stepped aside to make way for him.

Lin Feng didn't even turn his head, and strode towards the dormitory area.

Fang Zhengguo stood at the entrance of the passage, watching that figure walk away, and after a long while, he blurted out two words.

"monster."

Lin Feng had just pushed open the dormitory door and hadn't even had time to put down his battle knife.

There were four people blocking the entrance.

Qin Lie was at the front, carrying a bottle of wine in his hand.

The genuine, high-quality wine was waved in front of Lin Feng.

"Shall we celebrate?"

Lin Feng took it and tilted his head back to gulp down a large mouthful.

It was so spicy that he hissed.

"What kind of wine is this?"

"The fiery spring of Tiannan." Qin Lie squeezed in and sat down in a chair. "It's much better than the strong liquor those people in the North are forced to drink."

Mo Changfeng followed him in and squatted in the corner.

He still had a plaster on his back, but his mental state was much better than it had been two days ago.

After being silent for a long time, he blurted out a sentence.

"Could you teach me the technique behind your punch?"

Ye Zhi Qiu rolled her eyes from behind.

I knew he'd pull this stunt.

Lin Feng took another sip of wine and put the bottle on the table.

He sized up Mo Changfeng.

"Your physical foundation is good, but it's far from my standard. If you force yourself to practice my techniques, your meridians will shatter before you even get to your body."

Mo Changfeng's expression remained unchanged, but his ears perked up.

"I can help you find a way."

Lin Feng rummaged through his storage ring, took out an A-grade Body Tempering Pill, held it between two fingers, and flicked it toward Mo Changfeng.

Mo Changfeng reached out and caught it, then looked down at the pill in his palm.

"A... Grade A Body Tempering Pill?"

His voice changed.

A Grade A Body Tempering Pill has a market price of over three million, which is unaffordable for students from ordinary families.

"First, temper your physical body to the next level, and then we can talk about cultivation techniques."

Mo Changfeng gripped the pill tightly.

He looked up at Lin Feng, his lips moved twice, and finally he managed to squeeze out only two words.

Thanks.

Qin Lie, standing to the side, felt envious.

"Do you have any?"

"What do you need the Body Tempering Pill for? You're a sword cultivator, not a body cultivator." "I want it anyway."

Lin Feng then took out another bottle of pills and tossed it to Qin Lie.

"Grade A Rejuvenation Pills, three in a pack. Your swordsmanship is good, but your health recovery is too slow. These will help you maintain peak output during continuous battles."

Qin Lie caught the bottle, and the sourness instantly disappeared.

Ye Zhi Qiu stood at the door with bandages in her sling, not asking for anything.

Her personality doesn't allow her to reach out proactively.

Lin Feng glanced at her.

"Your hand injury will heal too slowly with ordinary pills."

He took out a medicinal herb from his ring and handed it over.

"Use this to soak in a medicinal bath, and your hand will recover 70% in three days. The remaining 30% depends on your own practice."

When Ye Zhi Qiu took it, his fingers visibly trembled.

She recognized it; it was a Grade A alchemy material.

If you put it in any random auction house, the starting bid would be five million.

"Lieutenant Lin, this is too expensive."

Too much nonsense.

Ye Zhi Qiu swallowed his words.

Su Wan'er stood at the very back of the four people.

She hasn't said a word since she walked in.

I hesitated for three seconds.

"Lieutenant Lin."

"Um."

"Could you please give me some pointers on my telekinetic abilities?"