The King of Urban Mercenaries

In Dugu Aotian’s heart, Lin Fei must truly hate him, so how could he show such a kind expression? Moreover, there seems to be some flattery, which is absolutely not an expression Lin Fei would make.

Thus, Dugu Aotian dispelled his doubts. He merely felt that Lin Fei’s True Qi was somewhat familiar but didn’t know that Lin Fei was the Lin Fei in his heart, so he withdrew his gaze.

Seeing Dugu Aotian retract his gaze, Lin Fei finally relaxed, taking a breath of relief. At this moment, he could not afford to reveal himself. If he did, the consequences would be unimaginable, as revealing himself would place Lin Fei in peril.

Lin Fei did not want to find himself in danger at this time, especially since his current strength wasn’t enough to contend with Dugu Aotian.

Though he had given Dugu Aotian a severe beating in the Lower Realm, that was due to the constant influence of the Rule Power there, so in the end, Dugu Aotian’s cultivation wasn’t much higher than Lin Fei’s, thereby creating the illusion of Lin Fei beating him up.

Of course, Lin Fei also understood that if it came to a real fight, he would almost certainly face annihilation, so he chose not to provoke him now. He even pretended to submit and flatter Dugu Aotian, creating the illusion that Lin Fei was not the real Lin Fei.

Having finally fooled Dugu Aotian, Lin Fei began to consider the upcoming competition.

The competition continued, especially with four arenas, each hosting two hundred and fifty people. Each arena had to select ten winners for a truly potent battle.

Choosing ten people seems easy but is actually quite difficult. After one battle with the two hundred and fifty people, only one hundred and twenty or so are left, who must undergo four or five rounds to achieve true victory.

Therefore, Lin Fei has to fight four or five times to reach the end.

However, four or five battles aren’t too many. After a series of fights, Lin Fei was soon up for his turn. Across from him, the cultivator spoke to Lin Fei, "Why don’t we both use our strongest attacks? See whose is more powerful, and then we’ll determine who wins, how about that?"

Hearing this, Lin Fei shook his head, "There’s no need for that. It would be better to directly compete. Come on, don’t overthink it. It’s useless. Only strength can crush everything else; all else is mere talk."

The cultivator’s face revealed that Lin Fei wasn’t buying it; he could only use his strongest attack against Lin Fei.

Though powerful, Lin Fei couldn’t afford any oversight facing the attack from this cultivator. He understood that the greatest danger was getting overturned unexpectedly, so he remained completely vigilant.

The opponent’s attack was indeed formidable, using True Qi to conjure an animal to assault Lin Fei, while commanding his demon beast, the White Wolf, to charge at him.

Lin Fei chuckled, "This won’t defeat me."

Then, Lin Fei used another technique, gathering the Power of Silent Annihilation in his palm, and wrapped the opponent’s attack within it like pulling a colorful ribbon. As the Power of Silent Annihilation circulated, the attack slowly dissipated with a smile.

"What?! What is this? What kind of trick are you using?" the cultivator exclaimed in shock.

However, his shock was pointless. Ultimately, Lin Fei triumphed, but he only stepped two more paces beyond more than ten rivals, with two significant steps awaiting Lin Fei to proceed.

After this, another round of selection followed, with participant numbers drastically decreasing. Consequently, the frequency increased significantly, accelerating Lin Fei’s performance rate, possibly concluding sooner than anticipated.

Yet, indeed, the pace of the competition sped up. Unknowingly, Lin Fei found himself in the final battle, and upon completion, would fully secure a place in the top ten.

Therefore, Lin Fei looked at the burly man before him, whose demon beast was a ferocious tiger, resembling a saber-toothed tiger. It was massive and intimidating, at least five meters long, befitting a King Level demon beast.

Nonetheless, in terms of strength, it fell slightly short, only attaining the mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm. Hence, Lin Fei didn’t regard him highly but maintained caution, for many events occurred precisely when one lowered their guard, and the opponent seized the chance to counterattack successfully.

Such occurrences were all too common, so Lin Fei stayed very vigilant, stepping forward to unleash a punch against the saber-toothed tiger.

The burly man, the tiger’s master, saw Lin Fei advancing and found it laughable—a mere human seeking to clash head-on with a demon beast was simply suicidal.

Nonetheless, he said nothing, ordering the saber-toothed tiger to charge at Lin Fei and obliterate him completely!

Yet, the nearby audience lamented Lin Fei’s foolishness; given the tiger’s strength and the formidable physique typical of a demon beast, they didn’t believe Lin Fei could contend with it. No one expected Lin Fei’s reckless act of clashing directly against a demon beast.

As the crowd doubted him, the saber-toothed tiger’s massive nose suddenly took the brunt of Lin Fei’s punch. Instantly, its basin-sized nose deformed, and blood sprayed amid its backward flight, ultimately being smacked down by Lin Fei into the ground, forming a large pit.

Wow!

The crowd responded with astonished cheers, amazed that Lin Fei had punched the saber-toothed tiger away, finding it unbelievable.

"Is this guy part demon beast? He is so formidable!"

"I never imagined anyone could withstand a demon beast’s strength; this is truly remarkable. Could he truly be from the Lower Realm?" a disciple from Qianhuang Peak exclaimed.

If they realized Lin Fei was the one who came to Qianhuang Peak months ago, initially disregarded as a mere Golden Core Realm nobody, they might reconsider since Lin Fei was considered a worthless nobody then.

But now, Lin Fei had metamorphosed, evolving from trash to a mighty figure in their eyes; this is true strength.

What had Lin Fei endured for such power? Only he knew, for Lin Fei was fully aware of all he had sacrificed for strength, and only he had valid reasons for becoming powerful, which marks the fundamental difference.