Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 402: Battling an S-Class

"Understood, starting now, I’m going to get serious. If you weren’t an enemy of the Li Family, I would really like to take you as my disciple. Unfortunately, you must die today." Hearing what Lin Feng said, Uncle Li knew that Lin Feng was telling the truth. He might really not know who his master was, as many super masters choose to hide away in the mountains, devoting themselves to cultivation in pursuit of that legendary level.

Such masters often forget even their own names, so it is quite common for them to finish training a prodigious student without the student ever knowing the master’s name. However, this tends to happen only among a few reclusive super masters. Most masters are known by their disciples. Uncle Li once had an S-level friend who didn’t know his master’s name, so such a situation wasn’t strange to Uncle Li.

How great it would have been if Lin Feng weren’t an enemy of the Li Family. So young and already reaching such an unbelievably high realm; with just a bit of guidance, he might even surpass Uncle Li himself within a few years and cause a super quake in the Cultivation World. If he could have such a disciple, Uncle Li felt his life would be truly fulfilled.

However, Uncle Li knew that it was the support of the Li Family that had allowed him to reach the S-level realm he occupied today. Thus, from any angle, because Lin Feng had crossed the Young Master, he must die! Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to face the Li Family. With this in mind, there was no need to hesitate. After knocking Lin Feng down, Uncle Li would sever all his tendons and bones, and then present him to the Young Master for punishment.

With that thought, Uncle Li began to take his attack on Lin Feng seriously. Raising his hand, a Sword Qi emerged, slashing upwards from below and instantly creating a ravine nearly 10 meters deep, carrying a devouring force as it sped toward Lin Feng, who was still standing in place thinking.

"Whoo..."

Where the Sword Qi passed, everything was cut and shattered, disappearing completely. And the moment he unleashed the Sword Qi, Uncle Li suddenly vanished, since his speed had surpassed the reaction time of the naked eye.

With no other choice, Lin Feng chose a direction to dodge, but just as he moved, he sensed danger. Quickly, he shifted to the side behind him. No sooner had he done this than he saw a gleaming flash of sword light in the place he’d just evacuated. Had he been there, Uncle Li’s thrust would have surely wounded him.

Seeing that, Uncle Li’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He couldn’t believe that Lin Feng, at such a high speed, managed to dodge his fatal strike—a strike not even an S-level expert could easily avoid. Lin Feng had done it so effortlessly. How... how did he manage that?

He was truly an unbelievable person, with instincts for danger that were incredibly exaggerated. How could he have sensed the exact moment of the attack? Such instincts could only be honed through countless life-and-death experiences. And yet, how old could he be to have gone through so many? It was impossible for him to have such an exaggerated instinctual reaction. What was going on?

Despite these thoughts, Lin Feng had to die, or else Uncle Li wouldn’t be able to explain himself to the Li Family. With that in mind, Uncle Li moved his short sword, channeling a Sword Qi that roared like a raging sea, carrying the breath of annihilation, flying towards Lin Feng, as he followed suit, charging along with the Sword Qi.

"Whoosh!"

"Bang!"

Seeing another Sword Qi barreling toward him, Lin Feng had no choice but to dodge to the side, but as he did, he spotted Uncle Li’s short sword aiming straight for his chest, and another Sword Qi burst forth from the blade like a missile, aimed directly at his chest.

"Boom!"

Facing this dire situation and with Uncle Li’s speed being too great, Lin Feng had no option but to envelop his dagger in True Qi and forcibly slash through the attacking Sword Qi. Then the slightly golden dagger, having cleaved through the Sword Qi, was guided by Lin Feng’s control to strike back at Uncle Li.

Lin Feng’s thoughts were clear. He had been at a disadvantage throughout, and Uncle Li’s continued attacks would soon lead to his demise. Rather than biding his time, it was better to close the distance and fight it out with Uncle Li—at least then he would stand a chance!

Ah? He dares to counter-attack?

Seeing Lin Feng coming at him with a dagger, Uncle Li nearly laughed. He himself was an S-level expert, and here Lin Feng was, daring to challenge with a mere broken dagger. He had no idea how he was going to die. Since he was courting death, that would make things easier.

With that thought, Uncle Li channeled his True Qi into the Ancient Sword, preparing to shatter or cut Lin Feng’s dagger during the upcoming clash.

Just then, Lin Feng closed in on Uncle Li, his dagger thrusting forward while also releasing a pale golden Sword Qi towards Uncle Li.

Uncle Li watched the pale golden Sword Qi and evaded it without a second thought, sensing an inherent danger that he could not quite articulate; in such cases, it was always best to avoid it if possible.

But Uncle Li never dreamed that by dodging the pale golden Sword Qi, he would lose the initiative. Just as he sidestepped the Sword Qi, he was met with a barrage of attacks from Lin Feng, relentlessly aggressive like a hurricane.

Lin Feng, as if his True Qi was endless, furiously kept swinging his Sword Qi at Uncle Li, whose eyes nearly popped in shock. How was he doing this? Did Lin Feng not care about his True Qi? Even as an S-ranked expert, Uncle Li could not afford to waste True Qi so recklessly.

However, as Uncle Li was defending against the Sword Qi unleashed by Lin Feng, he suddenly realized that Lin Feng had no defensive stance at all. It was all offense, clearly intending to go all out in a head-to-head clash.

He must be insane! Why else would he attempt such outrageous acts, to go toe-to-toe with an S-ranked expert? It was pure suicide. Since he was courting death, Uncle Li would oblige him. With that thought, Uncle Li divided his True Qi in half, one part for defense and the other for offense, and both men clashed...

"Whoosh!"

"Crack!"

"Clang!"

...

The two fought in the valley, one chasing, the other retreating, the air filled with Sword Qi flying all around, sounds of metal clashing, trees being split, the ground being severed, a cacophony of noises that was deafening. It was fortunate this was happening in a valley; if ordinary people outside were to witness this, they would be utterly astounded, likely mistaking it for a scene from a fantasy movie, unable to believe that such things as Sword Qi or Blade Aura could exist in real life.

Not long after, the Sword Qi from their full-powered offense had completely ravaged the valley’s scenery. The once lush green valley now looked like it had been through a disaster, with trees slashed to pieces by the Sword Qi, the ground carved with deep gouges everywhere...

Suddenly, an explosion like that of a cannon boomed throughout the valley.

"Bang..."

With one final punch, the Fist Aura they emitted scattered in the instant of impact. A vast shockwave emanated around them, slicing even small trees cleanly in half. But after that punch, Uncle Li remained on the spot, while Lin Feng was sent flying...

And on the ground, there lay a crater nearly thirty meters in diameter and five to six meters deep!

Who... who in the world was he? Uncle Li was now utterly shocked by Lin Feng. How could this have happened? How could he have sustained injuries, especially when his pale golden Sword Qi, despite not inflicting any external wounds thanks to the True Qi shield, had caused him serious internal injury during their bout. What kind of Sword Qi was this!

This nefarious pale golden True Qi couldn’t possibly belong to just any high-level expert. No wonder Uncle Li felt endangered from the very beginning. But sustaining a bit of internal injury wasn’t much; what bothered him was that Lin Feng had suffered far more severe injuries. He figured that Lin Feng was lucky to be alive at this point.

But that frenzy of a duel was truly frightening. Recalling the scene, Uncle Li still could hardly believe how much Sword Qi Lin Feng could generate; it was utterly astonishing. Moreover, there was no stopping during such a showdown. A pause meant injury, so they both had to continue the fierce confrontation. What Uncle Li didn’t expect was to be injured by Lin Feng...

Looking at his clothes, now riddled with holes as if they were some kind of fashion statement, Uncle Li felt a mix of annoyance and incredulity. But now, he was pondering another issue—just whose disciple was this immensely powerful Lin Feng? It was simply defying the heavens!

With these thoughts in mind, Uncle Li walked out of the crater, glanced at the lifeless Lin Feng lying nearby, then stood with his hands behind his back, contemplating who Lin Feng’s mentor could be. Lin Feng was only in his early twenties and yet was capable of wounding him. His master must be an extraordinary expert, and Uncle Li found this worth deep consideration.

At this moment, Lin Feng lay prone on the ground, unconscious, his clothes torn by Sword Qi, revealing a layer similar to bandages underneath, his exposed skin oozing blood. Yet even so, Lin Feng’s hand was still tightly clutching the blade of a dagger that had snapped at some unknown time.