Martial Arts Overlord

The effects of last night's Demon Beast rampage hadn't completely dissipated. After walking for several miles, Luo Feng encountered five Demon Beasts.

Among them, four were Level Three Demon Beasts, and one was a Level Four Demon Beast, all of which Luo Feng slew.

Continuing his journey, the sky gradually brightened, and the surrounding scenery no longer appeared barren. He could see faint green sprouts breaking through the soil, indicating he had left the Blood Chronicle Wasteland's range.

No high-level Demon Beasts were present nearby; only sporadic Level One and Level Two low-level Demon Beasts appeared.

Without the threat of Demon Beasts, Luo Feng quickened his pace.

In the afternoon, Luo Feng reached the Qingfeng Town area.

Sporadic Martial Artists began to appear, some of whom were students from the Purple Sun School. However, since Luo Feng wore casual clothes, no one recognized him.

I wonder how Ruolan is doing.

As Luo Feng saw Purple Sun School students nearby, Bing Ruolan's image flashed before his eyes, and an urgent longing to see her swept over him.

He quickened his pace. After traveling some distance, Luo Feng suddenly stopped. A faint scent of blood permeated the air, and voices could be heard up ahead.

Concealing his aura, Luo Feng silently approached the source of the voices.

Ahead was an open space with quite a few people.

Five burly, blue-clad Martial Artists stood in a semicircle, surrounding three girls in Purple Sun School uniforms. The leading young man eyed the three girls with ill intent.

Beside the open space lay the corpse of a Sawtooth Pig with several large holes in its body, the source of the bloody scent.

As Luo Feng approached within a hundred meters, his gaze fell on the trapped girls, and he paused slightly.

These three were the female inner court students he had encountered in the academy plaza when he last left the academy.

The three female students stood together, indignantly glaring at the blue-clad youth before them. One of them, a round-faced girl, said angrily, "Fang Lin, get out of our way! If our school's senior brothers and sisters see this, you'll be in for it!"

The youth named Fang Lin, about seventeen or eighteen years old, had small eyes that made people very uncomfortable.

Luo Feng observed Fang Lin and raised an eyebrow. This person is actually at the mid-Eighth Stage Hell Realm; he's quite a young expert.

Fang Lin looked at the round-faced girl, a nefarious smile spreading across his face. "Ladies," he chuckled, "I saw injustice and helped you kill this Sawtooth Pig. You don't thank me, and yet you speak to me with such an attitude?"

Hearing this, the round-faced girl's face flushed with anger, her cheeks turning red. She glared fiercely at the blue-clad youth. "We didn't ask for your help! You were just being nosy!"

Earlier, the three of them were hunting the Sawtooth Pig here to complete an academy mission. Just as they were about to kill it, this Fang Lin suddenly arrived with his men, indiscriminately slew the Sawtooth Pig, and then insisted he had saved them.

"Impudent! How dare you speak to our Young Master like that? Don't you know what's good for you!" one of the blue-clad Martial Artists bellowed.

This blue-clad Martial Artist was at the Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm, while the round-faced girl was only at the Fifth Stage Rigid-Soft Realm. Pressured by his aura, she involuntarily retreated a step, hiding behind the taller girl.

The taller girl frowned. This Fang Lin is the young master of the prominent Fang family in Qingfeng Town, a notorious profligate in the area. He's not to be easily offended.

After some thought, the taller girl, Qin Shuang, said, "Young Master Fang Lin, you saved the three of us this time. I, Qin Shuang, am very grateful. Could you do us a favor and let us pass?"

The round-faced girl pointed at the Sawtooth Pig's corpse on the ground. "We worked hard to hunt this Sawtooth Pig! We can't let them have it for free!"

Hearing this, Fang Lin's face showed an ambiguous smile. Looking at the taller girl, Qin Shuang, he said, "You can have the Demon Beast materials. I'm not interested in such low-level Demon Beast materials. However, isn't your gratitude a bit too insincere?"

The taller girl's expression changed slightly, her tone chilling a bit. "Then what do you want?"

Fang Lin glanced at the blue-clad Martial Artist who had spoken earlier. The latter immediately understood and, looking at Qin Shuang, chuckled, "It's simple. Just accompany our Young Master for a meal."

"In your dreams!" the round-faced girl refused immediately without a second thought.

Fang Lin's expression changed abruptly. The blue-clad Martial Artist beside him exuded a cold aura, cracking his knuckles ominously as he sneered, "I advise you to agree. It's for the best."

Another blue-clad Martial Artist laughed. "Our Young Master is an Eighth Stage Hell Realm expert! Even the top student of your Purple Sun School is no match for our Young Master. If our Young Master were to participate in the New Prodigy Convention, he'd definitely be the Number One New Prodigy! Countless people line up wanting to meet our Young Master. For him to take an interest in you three is your good fortune. Don't be ungrateful!"

Hearing these flattering words, Fang Lin felt rather pleased with himself and chuckled, "I'm not interested in the position of Number One New Prodigy. My goal is the Ten New Dragons of the Flowing Cloud Region."

"Yes, Young Master's ambitions are lofty. How could we possibly fathom them?" Seeing Fang Lin wasn't angry, the blue-clad Martial Artist laid on more flattery.

Hearing this exchange, the three female students felt a wave of disgust but remained silent.

The other party clearly wouldn't let this go easily. They had just entered the inner court and were only at the Sixth Stage Iron Bone Realm; they were no match for these people.

For a moment, all three were at a loss.

"The Ten New Dragons? Such arrogance." Just as the three were feeling uncertain, a clear, resonant voice sounded.

"Who is it?" The expressions of the surrounding blue-clad Martial Artists changed drastically, their eyes filled with murderous intent as they turned towards the voice's origin.

Luo Feng walked over, step by step. Seeing him, the faces of the three young female students lit up with pleasant surprise.

"Senior Brother Luo Feng!" the round-faced girl cried out, her expression excited.

Luo Feng nodded, his gaze shifting to Fang Lin. He said calmly, "These junior sisters of mine do not accept your invitation. Take your men and leave. I can overlook what happened earlier."

"Hmph?"

Hearing this, the expressions of all the present blue-clad Martial Artists changed. They hadn't expected anyone to be so bold as to speak to Fang Lin this way. It was utterly arrogant.

"Overlook it? Who do you think you are!" a blue-clad Martial Artist roared, the ground trembling slightly from the force.

Fang Lin's face was also incredibly grim. His icy gaze fixed on Luo Feng. A cold wind swept through as an invisible pressure descended, enveloping Luo Feng. The nearby temperature plummeted, and the ground around Luo Feng was covered by a layer of cold air, quickly condensing into white frost.

Luo Feng continued to approach, step by step, his gaze calm. The biting cold air vanished without a trace when it came within a foot of him, seemingly blocked by an invisible force.

Witnessing this, the expressions of the present blue-clad Martial Artists changed subtly.

Fang Lin was an Eighth Stage Hell Realm cultivator. Even Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm Martial Artists couldn't withstand his aura's pressure, yet this person didn't even frown!

The round-faced girl looked at Luo Feng with a triumphant expression and stuck her tongue out at Fang Lin.

Fang Lin's face turned incredibly dark. He had intended to use his aura to suppress Luo Feng, to give him a show of force, but he hadn't expected it to be completely ineffective. Instead, his attempt backfired, making him lose face.

His eyes fixed deadly on Luo Feng, Fang Lin radiated a biting chill and said gravely, "I advise you to leave here immediately. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Luo Feng stopped, his gaze calm, and retorted coldly, "I'll give you some advice too: take your men and scram, now!"

"Kid, who do you think you are, daring to speak to our Young Master like that!"

A roar erupted. The blue-clad Martial Artist to Fang Lin's left stamped his foot, his body lunging forward as he fiercely struck out with his palm. His crimson Palm Gang carried a scorching heatwave, stirring up a fierce wind in the clearing.

A cold sneer touched Luo Feng's lips. He reached out his left hand and, with a casual grab, directly shattered the blue-clad Martial Artist's Palm Gang, then clenched the man's fist, applying slight pressure.

"AH!" Accompanied by a distinct cracking sound of bone, a shrill scream pierced the air. The blue-clad Martial Artist caught by Luo Feng turned deathly pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his expression contorted in agony.

Seeing this, the other blue-clad Martial Artists felt a chill. The one who attacked was a late-Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm cultivator, yet his attack had been so easily stopped.

"Kid, die!" The blue-clad Martial Artist seized by Luo Feng, his face pale and savage, punched out with all his might using his left fist.

Without even looking, Luo Feng threw a punch to meet it.

BOOM!

Amidst the explosion of Gang Qi, another scream rang out. The blue-clad Martial Artist's body flew backward like a broken sack, crashing to the ground. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, his left arm hanging limply, twisted at an unnatural angle—clearly crippled.

The surrounding blue-clad Martial Artists gasped. Luo Feng had crippled someone right in front of so many of them! Even Fang Lin hadn't expected Luo Feng to be so audacious and was momentarily stunned.

Luo Feng looked at Fang Lin and the others, his gaze indifferent as he said coolly, "Anyone else?"

As Luo Feng's gaze swept over them, the remaining blue-clad Martial Artists felt as if a sword were at their throats. They couldn't help but shrink their necks, none daring to utter a word. They were like completely different people from their arrogant and domineering selves moments ago.

They were all Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm cultivators. Having witnessed their companion being crippled by Luo Feng with a single punch, how could any of them dare to make a move?

Fang Lin snapped back to his senses, his expression grim, his eyes like swords. Luo Feng had crippled his subordinate right in front of him—this was a clear slap in the face.

"Today, don't even think about leaving here standing!"

Fang Lin's clothes billowed as he unleashed a dreadful, cold intent, causing the nearby blue-clad Martial Artists to shiver involuntarily.

Luo Feng's expression remained utterly unfazed. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back and said indifferently, "You can try."

Fang Lin's gaze hardened. He had already fully unleashed his power as a mid-Eighth Stage Hell Realm cultivator, yet his opponent remained so composed. If he's not a fool, then he must have absolute confidence. The former is clearly impossible. This realization sparked a sense of crisis in him.

Just as Fang Lin hesitated, one of the blue-clad Martial Artists beside him seemed to remember something. Looking at Luo Feng, he exclaimed in horror.

"I remember now! He's Luo Feng from Purple Sun School, this year's Chief of the Four Great New Prodigies!"