Chapter 2198 - 2195: Lost Arms

Chapter 2198: Chapter 2195: Lost Arms

Li Wenfeng feels that he has two lifelong enmities, one being the Yun Family, which has now shifted onto the Ghost.

The other enmity is Lin Tian. He has a gut feeling that his Arthurian inheritance was ruined by Lin Tian. His grudge with Lin Tian is not only about the Arthurian inheritance but also Yuwen Luofei. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ

He feels that ever since Yuwen Luofei met Lin Tian, her heart has drifted further from him, at least that’s what Li Wenfeng believes. Of course, Lin Tian and Yuwen Luofei have barely met, whatever Li Wenfeng thinks is entirely his own issue.

As Yuwen Luofei said, she hasn’t changed; it’s Li Wenfeng who has changed, or rather, a side of him previously hidden has now been exposed.

No matter how you put it, as a man, in such circumstances, he is angry, especially when audience members bring it up.

When his opponent walked onto the stage, he clearly felt this anger. The eldest son of the Li Family, who usually never reveals his emotions, is now unable to contain his fury.

His opponent is a man with a crew-cut, dressed in modern sportswear, and if he were walking on the street, no one would know he is an Ancient Martial Artist.

"Hey buddy, although my name is on the list, I still want to formally introduce myself. I’m Yan Zhijie..." The man’s tone was casual, but he found he only received a cold glare in return.

"Relax buddy, we’re here for the competition to broaden our horizons, no need to fight to the death for first place because the first is reserved for Ji Zimo." Yan Zhijie spread his hands, trying to ease the atmosphere.

Just as he was rambling on, the bell rang.

"You won’t have a chance to broaden your horizons." Li Wenfeng squeezed out cold words, both hands reaching behind his head to grip the hilt of the giant sword, slowly lifting it.

Golden light flowed and sparkled on the giant sword, then became dazzling, as if he was raising a golden sun. The gold light bathed him, making him so radiant and dazzling.

Li Wenfeng was already quite handsome, coupled with such a dashing and dazzling cultivation technique, it’s no wonder he’s so famous in the Knight Academy; he indeed qualified as a figure of renown.

"Damn..." Yan Zhijie exclaimed in surprise, forcefully channeling the True Qi within his body.

With a bang, Li Wenfeng shot out like a cannonball, raising the giant sword to strike down at Yan Zhijie, moving swiftly with locked energy, leaving the opponent no time to evade, forcing him to face the blow head-on. Yan Zhijie’s eyes squinted, his waist and legs sinking, arms crossing in defense.

He certainly wouldn’t be foolish enough to counter the giant sword with his flesh. Each of his arms bore a shield, slightly wider than his arms. Such equipment was very flexible, good for attacking and retreating in defense.

With a thunderous sound, the giant sword struck the arm shields with a piercing crack, following which Yan Zhijie flew up, then fell, rolling to the edge of the stage, motionless, with his arms twisted into inhuman shapes.

The crowd knew that Yan Zhijie’s arms were broken, while Lin Tian saw more clearly; his arm bones had completely shattered. Several Ling Family Disciples rushed up, lifting Yan Zhijie onto a stretcher to take for treatment.

Everyone fell silent, not because they found the scene brutal—since in Ancient Martial competitions, such outcomes are foreseeable, injuries are common, and death even possible.

The elder announced Li Wenfeng’s victory; Li Wenfeng sheathed the giant sword, stepping down from the stage nonchalantly.

"Li Wenfeng’s talent is actually quite good, and he has improved a lot since we last met." Lin Tian said calmly.

"If he obtained the Sword of the King and inherited the complete legacy, he would be at Innate Early Stage now." The Sword Spirit confirmed confidently.

"Why, do you regret it? Aren’t you disappointed that you didn’t choose to follow him?" Lin Tian mused with a slight smile in his mind.

"What a joke, why would I regret?" The Sword Spirit quivered, hurrying to discern: "Though Li Wenfeng’s talent is remarkable, even if he advanced to Innate Early Stage, so what? Compared to you, Master, he’s still an ant."

Despite the Sword Spirit’s flattering undertones, it was well aware of Lin Tian’s prowess, and a hundred Li Wenfens wouldn’t suffice.

A man who has braved the Blood Sea and returned from the Netherworld, the Sword Spirit knows for sure, not even the legendary King Arthur could compare.

"Brother Lin, could my brother Yun Tian..." Yun Xiaotian whispered, having watched Li Wenfeng’s battle, her fair face was now tinged with considerable worry.

Lin Tian ruffled her smooth hair, comforting with ease, "Don’t worry, your brother is a man who has seen battle, and the master he follows is a genius, not inferior to Li Wenfeng."

"Oh, it looks like your hair has gotten much longer." In order to divert her attention, Lin Tian deliberately added a remark.

Indeed, the young girl’s hair did grow some; very smooth, it had gained a bit more allure, already resembling Wang Wanxi, destined to become a femme fatale-level beauty when grown.

"Brother Lin likes long hair, so I’m keeping it uncut." Yun Xiaotian looked up at Lin Tian, speaking softly.

Like long hair? When did I ever say that? Lin Tian was momentarily puzzled, then noticed that Miss Xiao Manxuan among others had flowing long hair, instantly understanding the meaning behind the young girl’s remark.

In the young girl’s eyes, Lin Tian seemed to have discovered something, an emotion sprouting and taking root, the awakening of a maiden’s first love, perhaps "the opening of an emotional bean" was more apt.

Damn, what am I thinking, she’s only a sixteen-year-old young girl, Lin Tian urgently extinguished any such notions.

Miss and Xiao Manxuan were staring at him as if they could read his thoughts, silently condemning him with their eyes, making the scene peculiarly strange.

A Ling Family Disciple ran over, breaking the atmosphere.

The disciple greeted with a bow, somewhat anxious yet respectfully saying, "Mr. Lin, the Fifth Elder requests your presence."

"Fifth Elder?" Lin Tian was taken aback, a bit puzzled since he didn’t know any Fifth Elder.

"Ling Family’s Fifth Elder, Ling Xuecang, manages the family’s elixirs and medicinal herbs. Although not adept at alchemy, he’s skilled in pharmacology and quite adept at evaluating elixirs," Miss explained quietly.

"Skilled in pharmacology?" Lin Tian furrowed his brow, saying, "Looks like he’s looking for me concerning Yan Zhijie."

The Ling Family disciple was surprised, and deeply admired, "Mr. Lin is indeed perceptive. The Fifth Elder is indeed concerned about Yan Zhijie’s injury; this contestant’s arms are feared to be unsalvageable."

"An Ancient Martial Artist losing both arms, the consequences..." Lin Tian’s gaze darkened slightly, then decisively said, "Let’s go have a look."

Miss and Ling Shuiyao quickly lifted the stretcher, carrying Lin Tian forward; Ling Shuiyao knew the way, running ahead before the disciple could guide.

Both beauties were Ancient Martial Artists, moving swiftly with Lin Tian, reaching a pavilion at the base of the mountain swiftly. Entering the pavilion, a strong medicinal scent wafted.

In the center of the ground floor hall stood a large vat, filled with brown medicinal liquid, with Yan Zhijie soaking inside, an old man adding herbs to the vat.