Nearly two hundred thousand spectators stared in shock at the figure collapsed on the ground. Other than the sound of gasps, the huge Martial Arts Dojo fell eerily silent for a moment.

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief written all over their faces.

A high schooler really beat the crap out of a Martial Artist?

Are we sure this isn't some movie or something?

Even the professional commentator hired by the Thunder Martial Arts Dojo was stunned. He had commentated over a hundred matches, yet none had shocked him as much as today.

"Wow!"

Even Lin Feng's little fangirls couldn't help but cry out in surprise, their small mouths agape in astonishment.

They had come together from different schools and places, skipping class and braving the scorching sun just to cheer for Lin Feng at Thunder Martial Arts Dojo!

But honestly, deep down, they never really thought Lin Feng would win this obviously uneven match. For them, it was more about seeing their idol and giving him encouragement.

If even his fans are this surprised, let alone those who already didn't think much of Lin Feng.

Some gamblers stared in despair at the blinding ten-wins-in-ten-matches record on the big screen.

Yesterday, many of these gamblers bet Lin Feng would lose, only to suffer nine straight losses. Today, even though the odds were tragically low, they still placed bets, thinking it was an easy win—why not make free money? Who could've guessed reality would be so brutal?

"Damn it, what a loser, you're such a fucking loser."

"Why don't you just go die, getting your ass handed to you by a high school kid."

"Hurry up and get off the stage! Why are you still lying there, cleaning the floor or what?"

A lot of gamblers lost control and shouted curses, even throwing water bottles, making the scene a bit chaotic for a moment.

Meanwhile, Chen Xu, lying limp on the ground, looked livid. All he wanted now was to dig a hole and bury himself…

"He actually won!"

In the VIP seats, Zhang Ling's face was full of shock and gravity.

In her heart, she rated Lin Feng highly, but nowhere near the level of Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu, a Ninth Rank Body Cultivator, who refined the Earth Chart Thorny Demon Dragon—a universally recognized peerless genius, one that only appeared once in a decade.

Even powerhouse S-level clubs like Thunder Club were willing to risk turmoil, even a training boycott within their own squad, just to sign him.

'South Yeqiu, North Linfeng!'

In her eyes, that saying was basically a joke.

All this was just hype from the forums and media, just some netizens with a twisted sense of humor making Lin Feng popular.

As a user of the Martial Artist Forum, Zhang Ling had naturally seen the posts there.

On the forum, someone had published Lin Feng's transcript from his senior year, one of which was from just half a month ago.

On that report card, Lin Feng's physical and academic scores weren't anything special, but his actual combat score was only 150 points.

For a senior, 150 for combat is actually pretty good, but for Lin Feng, it was embarrassingly low.

You have to realize, Lin Feng can take on higher ranked opponents, even beat up Ninth Rank Body Cultivators. His practical combat score should've been at least 195—Zhang Ling wouldn't be surprised even if he maxed out the score.

Which means, Lin Feng was definitely hiding his true practical combat results.

That report card was exactly what convinced her that Lin Feng deliberately hid his strength just to get into the same university as Ya Ge.

Sure, that kind of story is cliche and super cringey, but a pair of childhood sweethearts growing up together—young people in love willing to do crazy things isn't impossible at all.

But, as far as Zhang Ling was concerned, that only applied to Martial Arts talent!

As for the forum rumors that Lin Feng had the chance to refine a Ninth Grade Purple Qilin but gave it up to go for an Earth Chart Demon Spirit, she wasn't buying it.

For Martial Artists, it's not like you can't switch Demon Spirits. Once you get stronger, if you come across a more suitable or higher grade Demon Spirit, you can replace your Lifebound Demon Spirit, or even refine it as a second Demon Spirit.

Most people choose the former, driving out the original Demon Spirit and refining a new one instead.

The second option is really rare, since it's tough enough to raise one Demon Spirit—the Soul Power of Martial Artists is limited. Nurturing two is often not worth it.

Plus, Demon Spirits driven out of your body can't be refined by others, and they quickly dissipate into nothingness.

Refining a Demon Spirit burns through a ton of Soul Power from the Dantian, and recovering that kind of Soul Power usually takes about a year—so even if you want to replace your Demon Spirit, you need at least a year to bounce back. And that's not counting some side effects and risks.

Meeting a Demon Spirit you don't want on Awakening Day and choosing to pass is totally possible; she'd even heard of it often enough.

But those people were all either from the Glory Race or heirs of major financial groups. Their elders had already prepared Demon Spirits for backup, and their main reason for joining Awakening Day was to have extra choices.

What they wanted to refine were the ultra-rare Ninth Grade or even Earth Chart Demon Spirits. If they didn't find something suitable, they wouldn't settle—just pass altogether.

Refining a Demon Spirit drains tons of Soul Power and takes a whole year to recover—it's not something they can afford to waste.

They had elders to prepare backup Demon Spirits for them, but Lin Feng didn't.

Lin Feng lives in the Shore District. How could a kid from Shore District have the balls to give up a Ninth Grade Demon Spirit?

And not just any Ninth Grade, but even an Advanced Purple Qilin.

Could it really be all for love?

Could he give up his future just for love?

Zhang Ling refused to believe there was anyone that dumb left in the world.

Which is exactly why she suspected Lin Feng had the potential to become a Demon Spirit Master.

His aim was likely to sell ad spots, just to make a fat payday.

Right now, Zhang Ling was still full of doubts—but facing a Lin Feng with such insane Combat Talent, she buried those suspicions deep.

This teenager had finally gotten her full attention.

If he really did have the gift of becoming a Demon Spirit Master, and could refine Demon Spirits above Ninth Grade, Lin Feng's value might truly rival Ye Qiu's.

"Did you guys get all the details? Hurry up and find out!"

"Go check right now—if he has Soul Cultivator talent, sign him ASAP! Forget A-level, offer S-level contracts…"

The hushed discussions coming from the side caught Zhang Ling's attention and she turned to look.

Quite a few people were quietly discussing things. One of them was a slender middle-aged man—the head of Wind-Grabbing Club's Jiang City Branch. As a fellow S-level club head in Jiang City, she recognized him right away.

In the VIP section, it was obvious she wasn't the only one with this idea: people were on their phones, some were leaving in a hurry, heading out of the VIP lounge.

"Elder Jiang, where are you going?"

Even the Elder Jiang from Thunder Club sitting next to her got up, ready to leave.

"Heh, drank too much water earlier, gotta hit the restroom."

Elder Jiang paused his footsteps, turned, and smiled faintly.

He was smiling, but inside he was anxious as hell—he also wanted to go confirm whether Lin Feng had the gift for being a Demon Spirit Master, worried he'd lose out if he was a step late.

He already deeply regretted missing out on Ye Qiu yesterday. Because of what the club promised Ye Qiu, some team members were seriously upset—almost staged a training boycott. The team was left with a bad aftertaste.

And now another talent, possibly Ye Qiu's equal, had emerged in Lin Feng. He didn't want to miss out again.

Even though he was anxious, hearing Zhang Ling's question, Elder Jiang couldn't dash away right away and still had to pretend to be chill and nonchalant.

After all, among all the clubs, Ju Xing was the biggest threat.

"Yeah right, who are you kidding!"

Zhang Ling cursed in her heart, but smiled, "Perfect, let's go together then. I need to use the restroom, too."

She had no intention of letting Lin Feng interact with Thunder first. Yesterday, Thunder's daring and decisiveness already made a deep impression—she couldn't afford to slip up!

"Then let's go together."

Elder Jiang chuckled, but inwardly he was cursing as well.

....

Meanwhile, in the audience seats, Chen Hao's parents were also in shock.

Yesterday's family gathering had brought them utter humiliation. As the so-called "success story" among their relatives, Father Chen had always held a lofty status in the family—never before had he been so embarrassed.

That line: "We usually eat too light, just not used to eating greasy food," was probably going to be family gossip fodder for a good long while.

And all of it was because of Lin Kerou's brother.

And that teenager, standing in the box, faced all their doubts and disdain with a calm yet outrageously cocky reply, "Because I'm Lin Feng, from Jiangxin First Middle School, Senior 3 Class 7." He humiliated them, but also left them curious.

How could a high school kid living in Shore District have the right to say something so arrogant?

With contemptuous thoughts, they googled 'Lin Feng Jiangxin First Middle School Senior 3 Class 7.'

Sure enough, posts from the Martial Artist Forum popped up first, and plenty of relatives even called to tell them about it.

With mixed feelings, they had come to Thunder Martial Arts Dojo.

And now, finally, they understood why that teenager had the guts to say, "The Chen Hao family isn't worthy."

His talent proved to everyone that no matter how humble your background, no matter if you're not strong yet, you absolutely can't be underestimated.

"You really shouldn't have said those things to Ke Rou back then!" Father Chen sighed with regret.

"Like you agreed to them being together? Why didn't you say anything back then? Now you're complaining."

Mom Chen looked sour, also feeling regret now, though she refused to admit it. All she could do was snort, "So what if his Combat Talent is crazy—if he can't refine a Demon Spirit, there's no future for him."

Father Chen fell silent for a while. He didn't explain, nor did he want to argue with his naive wife.

With that kind of Combat Talent, even if he can't refine Demon Spirits, even if he never gets Glory Club's attention, plenty of dojos would still want to mentor Lin Feng.

Demon Spirit Masters may be a cut above Martial Artists, but those top-class Martial Artists were way out of reach for mere businessmen like them.

He made millions a year, but even that was less than what some Advanced Martial Artists brought back from a single Otherworld hunt.

And it wasn't just about the money—Martial Artists held much higher social status, too.

If Lin Feng truly grew into his potential, he'd have plenty of privileges that could affect people like them.

If Lin Feng really did become a Demon Spirit Master, then that arrogant statement yesterday would totally come true.

Their family truly wouldn't be able to reach that high anymore.

Their pride, their several-million-a-year salary—compared to a professional Glory Player, it was just a joke.

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