Chapter 116: A Cunning Scheme

For one hundred thousand years, Lin Feng had traversed the cosmos, where he once forged his own sect: the Wukun Heaven Sect.

The Wukun Heaven Sect endured for tens of thousands of years, standing as the most formidable sect in the universe. Even the secret scriptures and martial arts practiced by the outer disciples were inherently powerful, sought after by countless aspirants across the stars. "Sword Over the Firmament" and "Facing the Celestial Palace" were precisely the outer-sect martial arts developed by Lin Feng. Although these two techniques had low requirements for cultivation levels and their underlying sword principles were not overly profound, in the Age of Dharma Decline on Earth, they were more than enough to sweep away all opposition.

By killing the Blood Mage with a single strike, Lin Feng not only boosted morale but also expanded his prestige from the small confines of Binhai City to the entirety of the five coastal provinces.

"Master Lin, mighty!"
"Master Lin, may your martial path flourish!"
"Master Lin, invincible under the heavens!"

The entire venue was immersed in a sea of jubilation, with everyone cheering spontaneously for Master Lin. However, what no one noticed was that Long Yaoyang had already appeared on the high platform.

"Long Yaoyang? Is that you? You are the one pulling the strings in Yunhai City? What exactly is your scheme today?" Wang Jisheng recognized him instantly and roared in fury.

Long Yaoyang did not bother to hide. He tossed his skin mask aside and strolled to the center of the platform, his gait languid, the corners of his mouth curled into a smirk.

"What is my scheme? Wang Jisheng, you seem to have forgotten that it was Lin Feng who severed my father’s right hand that night, who issued the order to annihilate the Heavenly Dragon Hall, and who made me taste the humiliation of being trampled, insulted, and abused night after night! My scheme is simple: to kill Lin Feng!"

Long Yaoyang was brimming with confidence. With Xu Jie and Andrew by his side, let alone a mere Lin Feng, he could easily conquer the entire five coastal provinces. Two masters at the Grandmaster level—even in the whole of China, you could count such experts on your fingers. Moreover, Xu Jie had brought a grand gift for Lin Feng; today, he was certain to die.

"Xiaodao! Gather the men at once! Quick! You must subdue this scoundrel, Long Yaoyang!" Wang Jisheng commanded his subordinates. Xiaodao, his loyal personal bodyguard, drew his telescoping baton and led the men to surround Long Yaoyang.

Long Yaoyang, a young master who had not even stepped onto the path of martial arts, was no match for these trained fighters. Yet, facing their encirclement, he remained utterly indifferent. He crossed his legs and said with a faint, eerie smile, "Wang Jisheng, did you think I would come here without any preparations? You underestimate me far too much!"

"Hmm?" A sudden realization struck Wang Jisheng as he saw that smug smile. He screamed, "Xiaodao, watch out!"

Before the words had even left his lips, a heavy punch struck through the air. Xiaodao had no time to react before he was struck in the chest and abdomen.

"Pfft—"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Xiaodao felt as if his entire chest were splitting apart. His ribs shattered, and he was sent flying over ten meters, falling off the high platform.

"Xiaodao!"

Xiaodao had been by Wang Jisheng’s side for years, his most trusted confidant. Seeing him fall, severely wounded, Wang Jisheng cried out in agony, unable to contain himself. "Everyone, get back! Get the first-aid kit! Remember, you must save Xiaodao's life!"

Rationality eventually triumphed over impulse. Wang Jisheng waved his hand, ordering the bodyguards surrounding Long Yaoyang to attend to Xiaodao, leaving himself to face Long Yaoyang alone.

"Not bad, Wang Jisheng. Your instincts are truly sharp. If you weren't Lin Feng's lapdog, I would have recruited you myself. After all, to be the underground hegemon of the five coastal provinces, one needs capable hands to manage things!" Long Yaoyang straightened his clothes, walked to the center of the stage, spread his arms, and shouted, "Allow me to grandly introduce the ultimate power-broker of the five coastal provinces—Mr. Andrew!"

"Clack, clack—"

The dull sound of leather shoes striking the floor echoed from the corridor. The leaders of every major faction held their breath, gazing at the entrance. Finally, a man with blonde hair and blue eyes, broad-shouldered and imposing, wearing dark sunglasses and a purple Armani suit, emerged and stepped onto the platform.

He was the supreme leader of the Skull Society and the direct disciple of Xiong Wanhong—Andrew!

The dozens of faction leaders on the platform were struck silent, not a single person daring to speak. Releasing internal energy to kill from a distance—this was a feat only a Grandmaster could achieve. There was no one in the five coastal provinces capable of contending with him. Furthermore, to ensure fairness in the Martial Arts Tournament, all factions were restricted from bringing more than a set number of bodyguards and weapons. Consequently, the platform was devoid of any other protection beyond the peak-stage martial artists. It was the moment when the leaders were at their most vulnerable. A single Grandmaster was enough to suppress all these experts and hold the lives of dozens of leaders in his hands.

"I don't care who you are. According to the rules, to become the leader of the five coastal provinces' underground world, you must defeat all factions on the ring and become the champion!"

The others were cunning and cautious; realizing the opponent was a Grandmaster, they dared not speak or defy him for fear of disaster. Only Young Master Huang spoke up bluntly.

"Oh? I was just looking to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, and here one has delivered himself to my doorstep!" Andrew spoke in broken Mandarin, his gaze quickly locking onto Young Master Huang.

"Young Master, run! Never mind this old man!" The elder behind Young Master Huang keenly sensed the murderous intent and flashed forward, throwing himself directly at Andrew. Even if the opponent was a Grandmaster, Young Master Huang was the last heir of the Huang family; the century-long bloodline could not end here! The elder, resolved to die, threw Young Master Huang off the platform and hurled himself at Andrew to buy time for the young man's escape.

"Practicing for over seventy years and still stuck at the peak of the Transformation Realm? Your talent is truly pathetic!" Andrew said with a look of disdain.

Pathetic talent? Andrew’s words shocked everyone present. This elder was the most powerful guest advisor of the Huang family; it was his desperate struggle during the last tournament that had secured the position of Alliance Leader for the Huang family! He was the most senior and earliest renowned martial arts expert in the five coastal provinces!

"Heaven-Thinning Technique!" The elder sighed softly. He pressed his palms together, rubbing them, and instantly condensed his massive internal energy into his fingertips. With a flick of his right hand, it was as if he were parting autumn waters.

"Swish, swish, swish—"

Three blades of condensed energy broke through the air, piercing straight toward Andrew’s face.

"Heaven-Thinning Technique? Interesting, but still too weak!" Andrew smiled contemptuously. His internal energy exploded, and he threw a punch. The blow was like the roar of a mad lion; the wind howled, and the force of the strike was like a heavy artillery shell, crushing everything in its path.

"Pop, pop, pop—"

The elder's three energy blades were torn to shreds. Andrew’s heavy punch landed squarely on the elder’s dantian.

"Pfft—"

The massive force of the blow tore through the elder's abdomen, shredding the clothes on his back. In an instant, the elder’s dantian was shattered.