Chapter 24: I Am the Wind

Chapter 24: I Am the Wind
As soon as Dean Lin finished speaking, the challengers who couldn't hold back any longer each stepped onto the martial arts platform they wanted to challenge. As Mei Yi had predicted, the disciple from Class Six who challenged Lin Feiyu on Platform Four was Zhang Kai. It seemed that Qian Feng would not miss any opportunity to rival Mei Yi. "Martial arts challenges are meant to evaluate disciples, but some people use them for personal gain," Mei Yi disdainfully said, and Qian Feng, not wanting to show weakness, responded, "If you're afraid of losing, then step down. My disciple may not hold back, and it wouldn't be good if someone got injured." Mei Yi didn't say anything further. Injuring someone? She still had some confidence in Lin Feiyu's strength. Although this kid acted carefree and seemed to have no interest in studying, the family behind Lin Feiyu had certainly invested a lot in his training. He is not as unreliable as he appears on the surface.
Sure enough, in less than half a moment, Lin Feiyu used a gorgeous soul skill to knock Zhang Kai off the stage. Yes, he was knocked off. I shook my head speechlessly from the audience. This guy really knows how to provoke hate! Liu Zhen from Class Six caught Zhang Kai as he fell and glared at Lin Feiyu. "What are you looking at? You got a problem? If it weren't for saving you for Nan, I would have taken you down myself. What's the point of pretending to be a martial arts expert here?" Lin Feiyu crossed his arms and kept taunting Liu Zhen with words. Liu Zhen managed to stay calm and simply said, "Once I'm done with Jiang Yunan, I'll come for you." "Oh, aren't you embarrassed? Why don't you come up now?" Liu Zhen's face turned red with anger, unable to tolerate Lin Feiyu's insolent attitude. He wanted to step onto the stage, but a disciple next to him stopped him. "Brother Zhen, this guy is just trying to provoke you. Even if you beat him now, you'll still have to defend the stage. If the students from Class Four take turns against you and wear you out on behalf of Jiang Yunan, it won't be good for us." Liu Zhen nodded after giving it some thought. Indeed, he thought with a sinister smile, loudly shouting, "I've heard of Lin Feiyu, the number one in the Wind Department of our martial academy. You're truly powerful. Looks like no one in the Wind Department can defeat you." The disciples from Class Four furrowed their brows upon hearing this. Liu Zhen gave Lin Feiyu a big label, and Lin Feiyu also realized that Liu Zhen was trying to provoke others from different classes to attack him. He spat out and said, "Son of a father, are you playing this game with your father? Do you think I'm afraid?"
Liu Zhen communicated with spiritual power, and his voice was loud enough for almost everyone in the martial arts field to hear. Sure enough, many other wind-type soul disciples from different classes were eager to try, and their eyes all turned to the fourth martial arts platform. Just as Mei Yi was about to speak, a voice sounded in her mind, "Xiao Mei, even if his words provoke a siege, it is still within the rules. As a mentor, you should not interfere." It was Principal Lin, and Mei Yi nodded, saying to Xia Yuqing beside her, "If Lin Feiyu can't hold on, you will replace him." Xia Yuqing also nodded.
When someone is provoked, there will always be someone who will take action. Once the first person takes action, there will be a second person, and everyone understands this. Unless Lin Feiyu falls down, there will be a continuous stream of disciples with the wind system martial souls engaging in a battle of attrition with him. No disciple is willing to admit that they are not as good as Lin Feiyu. The first one was from Class Two, then Class Ten, and then Class Eight. Except for the disciples from Class Four and Class Five, within half an hour, disciples from all classes have already fought against Lin Feiyu, and his strength is indeed formidable. Even after fighting nine people in a row, he still stands on the martial arts platform. From a distance, President Lin watches the young man on the fourth martial arts platform and nods, "Not bad, if his temperament were a little more steady, it would be even better. He must be reaching his limit now."
Lin Feiyu, who was on stage, was panting heavily with a few shallow wounds on his body, looking somewhat disheveled. However, his eyes remained unruly as he looked at the disciples around him and shouted, "Is there anyone else? Don't dawdle!" Seeing Lin Feiyu in this state, Liu Zhen nodded at a slim male disciple next to him. This person's name was Lin Xiao, also a disciple of the Wind Soul, with strength surpassing Zhang Kai. He hadn't made a move before, waiting for others to deplete Lin Feiyu's spiritual power and physical strength. Now it was about time for him to finish the job. "If possible, leave some injuries," Liu Zhen said in a sinister tone. Lin Xiao nodded and flashed onto the stage. Lin Feiyu didn't say anything, and the two immediately started fighting. After dozens of rounds of confrontation, Lin Feiyu did not fall behind. "The last of your strength," Lin Xiao smiled, and directly unleashed his killer move, the Storm. In front of him, a huge tornado formed, growing stronger with the support of his spiritual power. Without a formation, it was enough to destroy the competition stage. Both Lin Feiyu and Lin Xiao appeared insignificant in the face of this storm. The direction of the tornado was aimed directly at Lin Feiyu. Without dodging, with a serious expression, Lin Feiyu faced a seemingly hopeless situation. The tornado was too massive, and he couldn't avoid it at all. Unless he voluntarily stepped down from the stage, it would mean losing to the opponent. He could lose to anyone but not to the disciples of Class Six. There was no reason, he just disliked them. Biting his lips, Lin Feiyu's gaze became resolute. Two gusts of wind swept up from under his feet, swirling around his body. He roared, "I am the wind!" A gust of wind whistled by, and Lin Feiyu's figure disappeared. The disciples couldn't see where he had gone, but Mei Yi and other mentors could clearly see it. "Xia Yuqing, get ready to take the stage," they said.
A tornado seemed to be cut in half by something, losing its original momentum. In the gusty wind, a figure shot out at an incredible speed and landed a punch on Lin Xiao's abdomen. This figure collided with Lin Xiao and they both flew off the arena. Meanwhile, Xia Yuqing was surrounded by electrical energy, and in the next moment, she had already stood on the arena.
A tornado gradually disappears. On the stage, a two-meter deep pit appears, with Lin Feiyu on top and Lin Xiao underneath. Lin Feiyu coughs a few times, and I hastily rush over to support him. He sways as we walk back, still muttering, "If this boss dies, at least someone can take the hit." As for Lin Xiao, he lies in the deep pit, foaming at the mouth, already unconscious...
(End of this chapter)