Mainland Martial Arts

The game continued, Lin Nuofeng fought with all his might in a life-and-death struggle with Wang Qingyang. Every move he made was filled with murderous intent, as if he was fighting against fate.

However, the gap in strength was ultimately difficult to bridge. Wang Qingyang gradually gained the upper hand, his attacks as fierce as a storm, leaving Lin Nuofeng exhausted. Finally, Lin Nuofeng's right hand was broken, and the sword fell to the ground.

"You lose." Wang Qingyang said coldly.

After losing the match, Lin Nuofeng collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness. Blood gushed out from his broken right hand, staining the ground beneath him red.

Wang Qingyang looked at Lin Nuofeng lying on the ground with a smug smile on his face. He slowly walked in front of Lin Nuofeng, looking down at him with contempt in his eyes.

"You loser, you still dare to challenge me?" Wang Qingyang sneered, "Your strength is simply too weak!"

His voice echoed in the arena, causing the audience to burst into laughter. Lin Nuofeng felt that his dignity had been greatly insulted. He gritted his teeth and tried hard to hold back his tears.

"Your right hand is already broken, how can you practice martial arts in the future?" Wang Qingyang continued to taunt, "Why not give up early and go home to be an ordinary person!"

Lin Nuofeng's heart burned with rage. He wanted to retort, but his injuries prevented him from making a sound. He could only silently endure the other party's ridicule and insults.

"Look at how embarrassed you are! You've really brought shame to your Lin family!" Wang Qingyang's words became increasingly pointed. "I think you should stop participating in any competitions in the future, so as to avoid embarrassing yourself!"

Lin Nuofeng clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with anger and humiliation. He knew he had lost the game, but he would never give up his dream. He would practice harder, and one day, he would defeat Wang Qingyang and prove his strength.

Seeing that Lin Nuofeng had no reaction, Wang Qingyang felt bored and turned away.

Seeing that the match was over, Lin Chaoyao quickly checked Lin Nuofeng's injuries. He found that apart from his right hand being broken and his Qi being exhausted, he was not seriously injured. Lin Chaoyao said to the unconscious Lin Nuofeng, "Kid, you have tried your best. Let's go home and leave here."

Lin Chaoyao carried Lin Nuofeng on his back, looked at the Wang family members with reluctance, and then left silently.

Although Lin Feng was only ten years old, he had already demonstrated incredible talent. He had already reached the realm of a first-grade warrior, an achievement that other children would not achieve until they were at least fifteen years old. His talent was exceptional.

However, fate suddenly took a turn. Lin Feng's father, Lin Dingkun, was imprisoned by the Wang family of Qingmu City while searching for the Nine Spirit Detoxification Herb for the Great Elder. The gap in power between the Lin and Wang families was like a chasm. Rescuing Lin Dingkun with their current strength was a near-impossible task. However, Lin Feng remained undeterred and decided to find another way to rescue his father.

Lin Feng's heart was filled with anxiety and determination. He knew time was running out and he had to come up with a solution quickly. Lin Nuofeng's top ten finish in the Tianjiao selection competition alone could only save his father, but it couldn't permanently protect the Lin family. One day, the Wang family would make a comeback, and perhaps even then, there would be no respite. Then, we would be destroyed by the Wang family. Before the crisis arrived, we had to find a way to save ourselves.

In the quiet of the night, he often pondered alone, recalling memories from his past life. Back then, he was a university student with a unique understanding of technology and weaponry. Suddenly, an inspiration struck him—to create a weapon of mass destruction. He believed that with the knowledge from his past life, he could create a powerful weapon and offer a glimmer of hope for rescuing his father.

The opportunity finally arrived. When Lin Chaoyao, the head of the Lin family, took Lin Nuofeng to Qingmu City to participate in the Tianjiao selection competition, Lin Feng embarked on his adventure without hesitation. He carried a simple bag filled with the supplies he needed and held a firm belief in his heart.

The day after Lin Feng left, Lin Dingxing visited Lin Feng's room, hoping to offer some counsel. However, upon opening the door, he found it empty, save for a single piece of paper on the table. This was a note Lin Feng had left before his departure, informing the Lin family that he had left to find a way to strengthen the Lin family and that he wouldn't be back anytime soon. Upon seeing this, Lin Dingxing assumed Lin Feng was having a difficult time and immediately sent someone to look for him. After a few days, he disappeared without a trace, and so he left Lin Feng to his own devices.

Along the way, Lin Feng traversed dense forests and trekked over precipitous peaks. His steps were firm and steady, as if he were defying fate. Each step was filled with uncertainty, but he remained undaunted. The birds of the forest sang for him, and the gentle breeze caressed his face, as if cheering him on.

Lin Feng's expression was focused and determined as he carefully searched for the ingredients for making black powder. His eyes revealed a persistence and desire, as if he were searching for the treasure of life. Every time he found an ingredient, a flicker of joy crossed his face, but he dared not let up even for a moment. He knew this was a race against time.

Sometimes, he encountered ferocious beasts, but he never flinched. He flexed his martial arts skills to engage in thrilling battles with the beasts. His movements were agile, and each punch was powerful. In battle, he displayed courage and composure beyond his years.

Sometimes he lost his way, but he never gave up. He looked up to the sky, seeking guidance from the stars. He believed that as long as he persevered, he would find the right path. In times of confusion, he learned to think calmly and rely on his own wisdom to find the way forward.

Half a month passed, and Lin Feng, relying on wilderness survival tips he'd learned on television in his previous life, managed to barely survive in the woods. After much hardship, he finally made it through the forest and arrived at a place called Huangshi Village. The scale of the village was beyond his imagination, almost comparable to a small modern county town. However, Lin Feng wasn't surprised, as his own town was already larger than a county town.

Upon arriving in Huangshi Village, Lin Feng discovered that the villagers were wary of outsiders. But upon seeing him as a ten-year-old, they relaxed their guard, believing him to be a mischievous runaway, or perhaps a beggar from another village. Lin Feng had been in the woods for half a month, his clothes tattered and tattered, with not a single spot of his body clean. Even his face was covered in mud, making him look like a true beggar.