The King of Urban Mercenaries

Chapter 1501: 1505: Team Competition

Capítulo 1501: Chapter 1505: Team Competition

Lin Fei and his companions turned to look at the owner of the voice, seeing an elderly man with a hunched figure, who was also looking at them.

“Hmph! So they’re friends of this young man, no wonder they’re so rude, coming here and making fools of themselves!” The old man didn’t show Lin Fei any courtesy and mocked them outright.

When Lin Fei saw the old man, a look of surprise flashed across his face, and then he smiled, “I never expected you, Senior Crane Mountain, to be here. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Crane Mountain was taken aback by Lin Fei’s polite words; he hadn’t expected Lin Fei to be so respectful. He thought for sure Lin Fei would call him an old man or something disrespectful, but surprisingly Lin Fei called him senior?

“Kid, did you forget your medicine today?” Crane Mountain asked, genuinely wondering why Lin Fei was being so polite to him.

“Haha, indeed I didn’t take any medicine, since I’m not sick, right?”

Lin Fei chuckled lightly and then addressed his brothers, “This is Senior Crane Mountain, Grandpa Crane. His prowess is second only to the Three Immortals, a powerhouse indeed. Show him respect in the future; maybe, if he’s in a good mood, Grandpa Crane might offer you some guidance.”

“Yes! Boss!” The three answered in unison. Seeing Lin Fei’s respect, they knew Crane Mountain was no ordinary person, and Lin Fei’s tone carried a hidden warning—do not anger this old man!

Lin Fei was quite helpless, for when he was alone, he didn’t fear Crane Mountain at all. But now he wasn’t alone; he was with his brothers and family. If any grudges arise, angering Crane Mountain would be regrettable!

Therefore, Lin Fei was exceedingly respectful to Crane Mountain, which Crane Mountain saw as a gesture of goodwill. Lin Fei’s respect increased Crane Mountain’s fondness for him, further calculating the power within Lin Fei’s body.

“Senior Crane Mountain, we’ll head back now. Time is pressing, and we need to prepare adequately for the upcoming battles.” Lin Fei said.

“Hmm, you may go.” Crane Mountain answered muddled, observing Lin Fei’s respectful demeanor. If not for past grievances, Lin Fei would truly fit his tastes.

After Lin Fei and his brothers left, returning to their lodgings, Lin Fei warned them, “Don’t anger Crane Mountain, especially you, Butcher. Mind your words. This isn’t a common place; this is the trump card of the Ancient Martial World, where anyone could be a master!”

Butcher nodded; the others realized, the seemingly ordinary old man they saw was unexpectedly mighty—quite surprising indeed.

After advising his brothers, Lin Fei returned to his room. Before the competition, he chose to consolidate his cultivation.

According to Sect Leader, Senior Liu Muqing, the Ancient Martial World only has the Ancient Martial Artist realm, broadly summarizing the Lower Realm’s levels. Additionally, Liu Muqing divulged another classification.

Liu Muqing said the Ancient Martial realm splits into nine stages; each stage enhances one’s power. Novice Ancient Martial Artists, upon entering the Ancient Martial World, possess merely the first level of Ancient Martial, akin to Radar and his crew.

However, Lin Fei’s current cultivation, without using the power Qingfeng lent him, merely reached the fourth stage of Ancient Martial.

Though it seemed meager, when considering Lin Fei’s cultivation time, many masters in the Cultivation World would deem him a genius.

In just three to four years, achieving the fourth stage of Ancient Martial, practically a stage per year! As advancement becomes tougher, Lin Fei inquired Liu Muqing about the Three Immortals’ levels, to which Liu Muqing replied:

The Three Immortals have reached the ninth stage of Ancient Martial, a pinnacle in this Ancient Martial World, yet Liu Muqing’s strength surpasses them. This suggests Liu Muqing’s realm is higher, but what is higher? Lin Fei asked Liu Muqing, who smiled without answering, leaving Lin Fei with a feeling akin to grasping for more than he had.

Yet Lin Fei understood that compared to the Ancient Martial World’s fierce competitors, the fourth stage is insignificant; winning in the upcoming group matches would be fortunate.

Once more, Lin Fei honed his Demon Refinement Technique; he had nearly mastered the fifth layer, advancing to the second stage of upper, middle, and lower tiers, one step closer to perfection.

The next day.

Lin Fei and his companions returned to the arena. Seeing the throng of people, it seemed the preliminaries concluded. Efficient indeed, in one day, selecting over two hundred promising Ancient Martial Artists—a significant feat for the Ancient Martial World.

Three thousand individuals split into ten groups, forming three hundred per group. Lin Fei and his brothers were in one group, considering Lin Fei had cultivated for only a few years, certainly less than a decade.

Yet within Lin Fei’s group, appeared someone not meant to be there—Shangguan Mingshang!

Shangguan Mingshang certainly hadn’t been cultivating for merely ten years, right?!

Noticing Shangguan Yu also in the group, at twenty-plus years old, children of their family reportedly grasped utilizing internal Heaven and Earth Qi by seven or eight, starting cultivation thereafter. Shangguan Yu, while eligible for the first group, Shangguan Mingshang had undeniably been eliminated.

“This fellow plays dirty, time to teach him a lesson.” Lin Fei thought, uneasy being targeted by someone so vindictive. Unsure when they might strike, Lin Fei resolved to remove the threat before being bitten.

Soon, three hundred split into a platform, a box was dragged over, containing three hundred numbered badges for drawing lots.

Lin Fei and his group stepped forward, retrieving plastic numbers from the box; Lin Fei drew number ninety-seven.

“Damn! Boss, not good!” Butcher suddenly shouted, drawing numerous curious looks.

“What’s wrong?” Concerned, the brothers turned toward him.

Butcher, with a mournful face, extended his badge for them to see, prompting sighs from each.

“You’re truly fortunate, after the match go buy a lottery ticket.”

“I won’t buy that scam!”