Chapter 47: Chapter 41: Go For It

The figures of Lin Feng and the two others appeared outside the Martial Arts Dojo shortly after, attracting a lot of attention.

“Is that the high schooler?”

“Yes, that’s the high schooler who’s going to beat up the Martial Artist.”

“I can’t believe he actually came. I thought he would avoid the fight. I heard many First Grade Martial Artists came today just to teach him a lesson.”

“A Seventh Rank Body Cultivator directly challenging a Martial Artist is unheard of. At least a Ninth Rank Body Cultivator would make more sense.”

“Even a Ninth Rank Body Cultivator wouldn’t work. Martial Artists cultivate techniques, and their power is several times that of Body Cultivators. Two levels apart, how could he easily challenge across that gap?”

As the crowd discussed, Gao Hai and Yang Fan exchanged glances, both seeing the surprise in each other’s eyes.

Yang Fan asked Lin Feng, puzzled, “Brother Feng, could they all be here to watch your match?”

“Brother Feng, your popularity is already comparable to the second team members of the Thunder Team.”

Gao Hai also sighed and discreetly adjusted his collar and hairstyle.

Because he noticed that quite a few reporters had already appeared, aiming their cameras in their direction.

“Stay calm, you must stay calm, and keep a smile,” Gao Hai said to himself.

Being stared at by so many for the first time, Gao Hai and Yang Fan were clearly unaccustomed, even if they weren’t the center of attention.

“They’re mainly here for the spectacle,” Lin Feng said blandly.

After all, the Martial Artist Forum has the largest number of registered users in the world, especially with a post about him ranking first on the daily board in Jiang City, even those who don’t follow the forum heard about it from others.

Among these spectators, nine out of ten are here to see him get humiliated, and the remaining one is probably here out of boredom for the entertainment.

There are likely only a few actual fans.

This is also why, despite the many watching, no one steps forward to cheer for him.

Lin Feng knew there was a saying on the Martial Artist Forum, “South Yeqiu, North Lin Feng.”

This title was created by Yang Fan.

But Lin Feng had a clear self-awareness: if he truly believed it, he would be overestimating himself and would get a harsh reality check.

His popularity was all hype, possibly not even popularity, but media buzz.

Once this buzz passes, he’ll quickly be forgotten, and no one will pay attention to him.

In terms of popularity, he wasn’t even a fraction of Ye Qiu.

If Ye Qiu were appearing at the dojo’s entrance right now, the crowd would have gone wild. Security would have to be heavily deployed to maintain order and prevent accidents, illustrating the disparity between the two.

“Student Lin Feng, do you have confidence in this match?”

At this moment, a female reporter approached for an interview with Lin Feng.

Seeing the reporter, Yang Fan and Gao Hai simultaneously stepped back, avoiding the frame, leaving Lin Feng alone.

“Why would I come if I wasn’t confident?” Lin Feng replied.

His expression was natural, his tone calm, and his demeanor confident, though to outsiders, he seemed a bit arrogant.

“Then, Student Lin Feng, regarding the forum claim that you’re hiding your talent, is it true?” the female reporter asked again.

“What do you think?”

Lin Feng gave the female reporter a faint glance and retorted.

Such an uncooperative interview left even the experienced female reporter a bit flustered. Taking a deep breath, she composed herself and asked again, “What’s your view on the current netizens’ phrase ’South Yeqiu, North Lin Feng’?”

“How do I view it? With my eyes.”

Lin Feng waved his hand, and Gao Hai and Yang Fan quickly followed him, the three entering the Martial Arts Dojo, leaving the female reporter at a loss in the wind.

Entering the lobby, they took the elevator to the third floor, very familiar with the route.

“Lin Feng.”

Chen Xiaoke recognized him immediately. Because of Lin Feng, she had made an extra ten thousand yuan.

Lin Feng didn’t understand why this girl seemed so surprised. He handed over a Martial Arts Card and said, “Cross-level challenge to a First Grade Martial Artist, betting ten thousand yuan!”

“Alright, sir, please proceed with the strength test first,” Chen Xiaoke replied.

The strength test for Body Cultivation Realm is simple. Stand inside a hemispherical device; as it conducts cyclic scans, the enhanced meridians will become visible.

“81 meridians red? Body Cultivator Eight Rank?”

The computer displayed a map of human meridians that left Chen Xiaoke somewhat astonished. He had broken through to the Eighth Rank of Body Cultivation overnight?

“What happened?”

Lin Feng asked, sensing the cute front-desk girl seemed a bit mysterious.

“Nothing,”

Chen Xiaoke shook her head, glanced around, and whispered, “There are a lot of First Grade Martial Artists with good records registered today; you should be careful.”

“Thanks!” Lin Feng nodded in gratitude.

“Good luck! I’m rooting for you!” Chen Xiaoke encouraged, clenching her small fists.

“Mm!”

Lin Feng nodded. After he left, Chen Xiaoke quickly took out her phone, logged into the Martial Artist Forum, and posted a message: “According to reliable sources, the strongest high school student in history has broken through to the Eighth Rank of Body Cultivation.”

“They’re here, they’re here!”

Inside the Martial Arts Dojo, when the big screen displayed the words “High Schooler Beats Martial Artist,” the impatient audience immediately perked up.

“The most arrogant high school student in history is here; where’s everyone’s excitement?”

At that moment, an enthusiastic and imposing voice suddenly echoed throughout the Martial Arts Dojo, instantly igniting the audience’s fervor.

“Wow, Thunder Martial Arts Dojo went big on this? They even invited a commentator!”

“Inviting a commentator for a high school student, Lin Feng might be the first.”

The audience discussed loudly.

It’s no wonder they were so surprised. Thunder Martial Arts Dojo normally wouldn’t have commentators for arena challenges unless hosting major events or team battles where commentary is specially arranged.

They didn’t expect Lin Feng to receive such treatment.

Meanwhile, the huge screen above the central arena captured the figure of a teenager.

Under the gaze of over two hundred thousand people, Lin Feng, already changed, walked calmly forward. He displayed indifference; in a simple attire of a white T-shirt and black pants, yet everyone was familiar with his white combat shirt.

At this point, the camera even provided a close-up, causing laughter with the big “Ad Space Available” letters.

Even though they’d seen the picture on the forum, watching it live couldn’t suppress their amusement.

Such a straightforward and unconventional advertising approach was indeed a first.

“Haha, this is killing me, this kid’s a character.”

“Just a show-off; I’m curious how he’ll handle losing.”

Among the two hundred thousand spectators, almost all looked on with derision, as if watching a clown. The words were mostly mocking and disdainful.

But soon, the laughter noticeably quieted.

Because despite such ridicule, that young man remained composed and calm, without changing his step rhythm in the slightest.

That posture, carefree and detached, didn’t seem to be a facade!

Could a high school student possess such undisturbed composure under immense pressure?

Many people’s laughter began to fade. Regardless of their skepticism, they had to admit that at this moment, the kid was quite stylish!

“Go Lin Feng!!!”

Suddenly, a cheer erupted from the crowd, with the camera quickly capturing the source of the sound.

It was a group of thirteen or fourteen-year-olds, obviously middle schoolers, excitedly and loudly cheering. Once they saw the camera caught them, they quickly held up a poster with both hands.

On the poster, a good-looking young man stood on the arena, his expression cold but carrying a hint of dominance.

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