Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 39 Come on
Lin Feng and his two companions were spotted shortly after they appeared outside the martial arts hall.

"Is it that high school student?"

"Yes, that's the high school student who wanted to beat up the martial artist."

"He actually came. I thought he would avoid the fight. I heard that many first-rank martial artists came today, all to teach him a lesson."

"I've never heard of a seventh-level body cultivator directly challenging a martial artist before. At least a ninth-level body cultivator would be more likely."

"Even a ninth-level body cultivator won't be enough. Martial artists can cultivate techniques, and their strength is several times that of a body cultivator. They are two levels apart, so how could they easily challenge someone of a higher level?"

While everyone was discussing it, Gao Hai and Yang Fan looked at each other, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

Yang Fan asked Lin Feng with a puzzled look, "Brother Feng, did they all come to watch your match?"

"Brother Feng, your popularity is already comparable to that of the members of the Thunder team's second team."

Gao Hai also sighed.

He noticed that quite a few reporters had appeared and were pointing their cameras in their direction.

Being watched by so many people for the first time, Gao Hai and Yang Fan were clearly a little uncomfortable, even though they weren't the focus of attention.

"They're mainly here to watch the excitement," Lin Feng said.

The Martial Arts Forum is, after all, the forum with the most registered members in the country. In particular, the post about him has ranked first on the daily list in Jiangcheng District. Even ordinary people who do not follow the forum can learn about this news from other people.

Nine out of ten of these viewers came to see him get humiliated, and the remaining one came to see him get thoroughly humiliated.

There are probably very few who are truly fans.

Lin Feng knew that there was a saying on the martial arts forum: "Ye Qiu in the South, Lin Feng in the North".

This title was created by Yang Fan, and many people on the internet say so as well.

But Lin Feng knew his own limitations. If he really thought that way, he would be overestimating himself and would be severely embarrassed.

His popularity is all hype; it might not even be called popularity, but rather news buzz.

After this period of popularity, he will soon be forgotten, and no one will pay attention to him anymore.

In terms of popularity, he is less than one ten-thousandth of Ye Qiu's.

If Ye Qiu had appeared at the entrance of the martial arts hall at this moment, the crowd would have gone crazy, and a large number of security guards would have had to be deployed to maintain order, for fear of accidents. This is the difference between the two.

"Lin Feng, are you confident about this match?"

At this moment, a female reporter walked over, holding a microphone, and interviewed Lin Feng.

Upon seeing the reporter, Yang Fan and Gao Hai both stepped back to avoid being interviewed, leaving Lin Feng alone.

"Why would I come if I didn't have confidence?" Lin Feng said.

His expression was natural and his tone was calm, but to outsiders he appeared somewhat arrogant.

"So, Lin Feng, is it true that you're hiding your talent, as mentioned on the forum?" the female reporter asked again.

"What do you say?"

Lin Feng glanced at the female reporter and asked in return.

Such an uncooperative interview left even the experienced female reporter somewhat at a loss. She took a deep breath, composed herself, and asked again, "What do you think of the saying among netizens, 'Southern Ye Qiu, Northern Lin Feng'?"

"See with your eyes."

Lin Feng waved, and Gao Hai and Yang Fan quickly followed behind. The three entered the martial arts hall, leaving the female reporter bewildered in the wind. They entered the lobby, took the elevator to the third floor, and navigated it with ease.

"Lin Feng."

Chen Xiaoke recognized him at first glance. Because of Lin Feng, she had earned an extra ten thousand Singapore dollars.

Lin Feng didn't know why the girl in front of him was so surprised. He handed her a martial arts card and said, "Challenge a first-grade martial artist above your level, bet 10,000!"

“Yes, sir, let’s conduct the strength test first,” Chen Xiaoke said.

"81 meridians turning red? Eight stages of body cultivation?"

The diagram of human meridians displayed on the computer surprised Chen Xiaoke. He had broken through to the eighth level of body cultivation overnight.
"what happened?"

Lin Feng asked, feeling that the cute-looking counter girl in front of him was somewhat mysterious.

"nothing."

Chen Xiaoke shook her head, looked around, and whispered, "There are many first-rank martial artists with excellent battle records registering today, so you need to be careful."

"Thank you!" Lin Feng nodded in gratitude.

"Go for it! I believe in you!" Chen Xiaoke clenched her little fist and encouraged her.

"Ok!"

Lin Feng nodded. After he left, Chen Xiaoke quickly took out her phone, logged into her martial arts forum account, and posted a message: "According to reliable sources, the strongest high school student in history has broken through to the eighth level of body cultivation."

"I'm coming!"

Inside the dojo, when the name "High School Student Beats Up Martial Artist" appeared on the big screen, the impatient audience members immediately became excited.

At the same time, the giant screen above the central arena captured the figure of a teenager.

Under the watchful eyes of all the spectators, Lin Feng slowly walked over. He had a cold expression and wore a simple outfit: a white T-shirt and black trousers. But everyone was familiar with that white 'battle suit'.

At this moment, the camera gave a close-up shot, and the four big characters "Seeking Advertising Space" caused a burst of laughter.

Although I had seen the pictures on the forum, I still couldn't help but laugh out loud when I saw them in person.

This is truly the first time I've seen such a refined and unconventional approach to attracting investment.

"Hehe, that's hilarious, this kid is a real talent."

"It's just a publicity stunt. I'm curious how he'll handle it if he loses."

Most of the audience looked at Lin Feng with mockery and ridicule, as if they were looking at a clown.

However, the laughter subsided considerably soon.

Despite their mockery, the boy remained calm and composed, without even changing the rhythm of his steps.

That calm and composed demeanor didn't seem like a pretense!
Is this ability to remain calm even under immense pressure something a high school student possesses?
Many people's laughter subsided. No matter how skeptical they were, they had to admit that at this moment, the kid was indeed kind of handsome!

"Go Lin Feng!!!"

Suddenly, a cheer erupted from the crowd, and the camera instantly captured the direction from which the sound came.

They were a group of girls around fourteen or fifteen years old, clearly middle school students. They were excited and shouting loudly. When they saw the camera showing them, they quickly raised the posters in their hands.

On the poster, a handsome young man stands quietly on the ring, his expression indifferent yet exuding a domineering aura.

(End of this chapter)