As the disciple swung his long sword towards Lin Feng, the other seven did not remain idle either, all taking out their weapons and attacking Lin Feng in succession.
"Damn it! You really think highly of me, huh? I'm fighting barehanded!" Lin Feng exclaimed.
But his footwork didn't stop, as attacks from so many people were no joke. Getting hit by any weapon would result in injury.
With the speed of Wave-Riding Light Steps being insufficient to dodge, and the Star Power consumption of Shift Form and Shadow being too high, he thought, "Let's try the second form of the stepping technique, Fleeting Shadows!"
Since Lin Feng mastered this form, he hadn't truly unleashed it, but given that it's considered a move from a Mid-grade Profound Martial Skill, it shouldn't be bad.
On the stage, the sight of eight people attacking one instantly drew countless gazes. This was the first time in years that a duel turned into a group fight.
"Lin Feng's strength is formidable, but among these eight, two have decent skills, both at the Fifth Level of Black Tortoise Realm. He's likely to be eliminated!" One person in the audience said worriedly.
"If he can win, he would truly be a genius. But I bet he won't last five minutes."
"Shut your trap! My second brother lose? His strength is beyond your imagination!" Chu Linhai said, very dissatisfied from within the crowd.
Chu Linhai's attitude towards Lin Feng had completely changed since that time when Lin Feng battled Liu Lang, learning Lin Feng's true strength, and he returned to his previous follower-like demeanor.
Whenever someone spoke ill of Lin Feng, he naturally wouldn't agree. He was also participating in the competition, though his number was nine, so he came over early to watch Lin Feng's duel.
"Are you from the Chu Family?" One person looked at Chu Linhai curiously.
"It's none of your business! Don't jump to conclusions before the end!" Chu Linhai didn't even look at the person, his eyes fixed on the stage.
Meanwhile, Chu Yuanba on the VIP stand looked a bit worried.
Even though Lin Feng had recently moved on and broke through quickly, there were eight opponents, all wielding weapons, while Lin Feng was barehanded, which puzzled him.
"Could Feng'er's martial skills be related to fists and palms, otherwise why not use a weapon?"
He remembered that time when Lin Feng fought Liu Lang, directly tossing his weapon aside.
"Elder Chu, are you worried about him?" Sima Jingyi spoke up at that moment.
"A bit. The situation of being surrounded was indeed unexpected!"
"I'm confident he can win, and win magnificently!" Sima Jingyi's face showed no expression, her beautiful eyes constantly observing Lin Feng's every move on stage.
"Miss Sima is so certain?" Chu Yuanba asked in surprise, feeling that outsiders understood his son better than he did. Or perhaps it was because she was already at the First Level of Earth Martial Realm, possessing greater strength than him?
"It's my intuition. You should know my intuition is always accurate."
At this moment, the match on stage had reached a fever pitch, with Lin Feng repeatedly using Fleeting Shadows, and occasionally pointing with Phantom Finger.
The speed of Fleeting Shadows was significantly faster than Wave-Riding Light Steps, and Lin Feng's figure on stage moved with afterimages, weaving through the sword and blade attacks of the eight people.
The attacks of these eight hadn't even touched the corners of his clothes, causing everyone's impression of Lin Feng's terrifying prowess to deepen.
Phantom Finger's silent and invisible attack had already left a few people wounded, noticeably slowing their attacks, which was highly beneficial for Lin Feng.
Continuously using Fleeting Shadows also consumed a lot of Star Power. Lin Feng's expression turned cold as he dodged a disciple's sword move and quickly retrieved the Cyan Frost Sword from his Storage Belt.
Now a swift and decisive battle was necessary, as Star Power needed to be conserved, otherwise the next duel could lead to elimination due to insufficient Star Power.
"Look quickly, Lin Feng has drawn his weapon. This should be the moment he shows his true strength!" someone exclaimed from below the stage.
"Why does his weapon look like a chunk of scrap iron, with rust all over it? Could it be a stall product?"
The moment Lin Feng drew the Cyan Frost Sword, those on stage sensed something was amiss, and from his sharp eyes it was clear his real strength lay in sword use.
"Everyone use your strongest martial skills against him. If we can't defeat him, none of us have a chance to advance." A youth in purple shouted on stage.
His meaning was clear to everyone, and various martial skills were unleashed from these people's hands.
These attacks were worlds apart from the earlier ones, as initially everyone held back, hoping to preserve their strength for defeating opponents later.
Now the situation was different; Lin Feng's eerie body technique had overwhelmed them, and now with his weapon out, he became even fiercer.
Lin Feng's lips curled into a subtle smile as he looked at the youth in purple and said, "Since you're so good at rallying others, let's start with you and make you the shadow in their hearts."
Clearly, Lin Feng was now intent on killing. On stage, normally it's not allowed to kill, but at this point he couldn't be bothered by such concerns.
If no one cared about the nine-against-one situation, then killing someone would be considered forced by the circumstances. Observing the different martial skills approaching, his Cyan Frost Sword swiftly struck out.
The fourth form of Wind Chasing Sword Technique, Light Clouds and Gentle Wind, paired with Fleeting Shadows, brought him in front of the purple-clad disciple.
A Mid Profound Tier martial skill, under Lin Feng's powerful Star Power, combined with his bizarre speed, before the disciple could react, he felt severe pain in his chest.
Looking down, he saw a rusted long sword piercing his chest, and in the next instant, the sword withdrew from his chest while he collapsed to the ground.
His eyes were wide open, lifeless, having never understood how his martial skills were breached so effortlessly, leading to his death.
After slaying the purple-clad youth, Lin Feng didn't let his Cyan Frost Sword remain idle.
Cleverly evading the martial skills attacks from two disciples, he swiftly pierced out with two sword strikes, so fast they were almost invisible to the naked eye, sending the two disciples off to accompany the purple-clad youth.
The pace at which Lin Feng killed these three was too fast for the referee on stage to intervene, and by then, two disciples' weapons were nearly upon Lin Feng's body.
But Lin Feng's face showed no trace of panic; he remained calm and quickly pulled the Cyan Frost Sword from one of the disciples' bodies.
Fleeting Shadows was instantly used again, his form ghost-like as he sidestepped two meters, dodging the two disciples' attacks.
Simultaneously, the rusted Cyan Frost Sword in his hand pierced forward at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, targeting one disciple's throat.
The Cyan Frost Sword met no resistance, easily penetrating his throat, and then withdrawing, the movements were seamless, perfectly executed.
At this point, the referee's voice rang out: "Stop!" As the shout arrived, the referee joined in after.
A takeaway of four lives by Lin Feng was entirely beyond what was expected.
"Why did you resort to killing? You've broken the rules, your qualifications for the match are revoked, and you'll face punishment from the City Lord's Mansion!"
Lin Feng didn't expect the guy to judge without reason, instantly sentencing his fate, and he erupted in anger: "Damn it! I refuse to accept this!"
"Daring to disrespect the referee, I could easily end your wretched life!" The referee didn't expect Lin Feng to dare curse him, shouting in fury.
"I curse your sister! You're not qualified to be my referee!" Lin Feng couldn't restrain himself any longer, intent on giving this arrogant guy a harsh lesson.
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