Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 262 Test

Although the real Lin Feng was shocked by the fake Lin Feng's words, his faith remained steadfast. He knew he faced an unprecedented challenge, but he couldn't retreat. His eyes were fixed on the Star Blade in the fake Lin Feng's hand, and he crouched slightly, ready for battle. He silently told himself, "No matter what, I will fight for my mission, to reach the pinnacle of martial arts."

The real Lin Feng and the fake Lin Feng stood facing each other, and there was a tense atmosphere between them, as if the air had solidified.

The real Lin Feng stood firmly on the ground with his legs apart and his knees slightly bent, as steady as a tree root rooted in the earth. He leaned forward, raised his arms slightly, clenched his fists, and stared at the fake Lin Feng with a sharp gaze. There was a firmness in his eyes, which was the toughness after experiencing countless battles and the persistent protection of his own beliefs. There was no fear on his face, only a determination to face death. He knew that the opponent in front of him was as strong as himself, and this would be a life-or-death contest, but he did not flinch, silently saying in his heart: "No matter what, I have to face this challenge. This is the only way for me to reach the peak of martial arts."

The fake Lin Feng tightly gripped the Star Blade in both hands. The blade seemed to come alive in his hands, emitting a chilling cold light. His arm muscles were tense, and veins snaked through his arms like little snakes, demonstrating his immense strength. He raised the Star Blade high, pointing it at the real Lin Feng, his eyes filled with murderous intent. It was a cold and resolute look, as if in his eyes, the real Lin Feng was just prey to be slain.

Suddenly, the fake Lin Feng launched the first attack. He roared, a roar that reverberated like thunder in the silent white world, shaking the very air around him. He exerted force with both hands, slashing fiercely at the real Lin Feng with the Star Blade. The Star Blade slashed through the air in a dazzling arc, its speed astonishing, bringing with it a whistling wind as piercing as the howling of ghosts and wolves, as if it were threatening to tear the white world in two.

Yet, upon witnessing this fierce blow, Zhen Linfeng merely curled his lips slightly, revealing a faint, profound smile. Then, he slowly closed his eyes, like a wise man who had seen through life and death, unafraid of the impending danger. At the same time, he spread his hands, a gesture that seemed to welcome something, yet also a sign of weakness, without resistance.

Seeing the real Lin Feng's appearance, the fake Lin Feng was startled. His eyes widened instantly, filled with confusion and shock. His attack, originally filled with murderous intent, stopped abruptly just before it struck the real Lin Feng. His hand gripping the Star Blade trembled slightly from the sudden pause, and the muscles in his arm twitched slightly from the excessive force. Fine beads of sweat formed on his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and dripping onto the white ground, splashing tiny dust particles.

The fake Lin Feng frowned, his eyes full of confusion. He asked, "Why don't you avoid it?" There was a hint of confusion and surprise in his voice, and he sounded a little annoyed, as if the real Lin Feng's action was a kind of contempt for him.

The real Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was calm and profound, like a bottomless lake. He looked at the fake Lin Feng and spoke slowly, "If you really wanted to kill me, you would have already done it. The field you release can suppress cultivation and change the gravity within the field. Just with this, you could kill me." His voice was calm, as if he were recounting a story unrelated to him, but every word was filled with power, echoing clearly in this silent world.

The fake Lin Feng was slightly shaken by the real Lin Feng's words. A flicker of surprise flashed across his eyes, then he regained his composure. He raised his head slightly, looked at the real Lin Feng, and said, "You win! That's my Star Domain. Did you know all along?" His expression became a complex mixture, a mixture of admiration for the real Lin Feng's keen insight and resentment at having his plan discovered. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes revealed an indescribable emotion.

Zhen Linfeng shook his head and replied, "No, I only discovered that after fighting you." There was no trace of pride in his eyes; he simply stated the facts calmly. His expression was calm, as if all this was within his expectations. He stood there, his posture upright, giving off an air of calmness and reliability.

The fake Lin Feng asked again, "Then why do you continue to fight me?" His eyes were filled with curiosity. He leaned forward slightly, staring intently at the real Lin Feng, trying to find the answer from his expression and eyes. His eyebrows raised slightly, and a look of doubt appeared on his face.

Zhen Linfeng took a deep breath, his eyes revealing a deep thought. He slowly said, "I tried to defeat myself, but then I realized it was too difficult. I couldn't do it." His voice carried a hint of helplessness, but more so, a profound understanding of himself. He lowered his head slightly, a wry smile on his face, as if mocking his own presumption, but also a sense of affirmation for his courage to try.

The fake Lin Feng smiled after hearing what the real Lin Feng said. His smile was no longer hostile, but instead held a note of admiration. He said, "I just wanted to test you, but I didn't expect you to be the most talented person I've ever met. You have a chance to become a god, and I've decided to follow you." His eyes were filled with anticipation, as if he saw a promising future. His face was filled with excitement, and he unconsciously straightened a little.

A flash of surprise flashed in the real Lin Feng's eyes, his gaze burning with the desire to become a god. He said firmly, "I want to become a god, too. I won't let you down." His voice was filled with power, and every word was like an oath. His eyes were fixed on the fake Lin Feng, conveying trust and determination.

The fake Lin Feng jokingly said, "Nonsense! You've already died once." A relaxed smile played on his face, and the tense atmosphere softened slightly with his words. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, but also a sense of closeness towards the real Lin Feng.

The real Lin Feng smiled as well. He said sincerely, "Thank you!" His eyes were filled with gratitude, a gratitude that came from the heart. He knew that the fake Lin Feng's decision meant a lot to him. His smile was warm, like the sun on a winter's day, capable of dispelling the gloom in people's hearts.