Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 235: If they want to condemn someone, they’ll always find an excuse!

Chapter 235: Chapter 235: If they want to condemn someone, they’ll always find an excuse!

"Stinking Ling Feng," Miss Qin declared, "the first thing I want you to do is to chase away these annoying flies!"

Her words immediately quieted the crowd.

It wasn’t because Miss Qin had actually referred to these young prodigies as flies, but because this beautiful girl, so full of grace and talent, seemingly had some agreement with a young man named Ling Feng!

Ling Feng’s forehead darkened, once again regretting having agreed to the three conditions Qin Wanwan proposed. This first condition alone almost made him a "public enemy"!

However, having given his word in advance, he had no choice but to steel himself and walk out from the crowd, slowly making his way to stand beside Qin Wanwan. Although silent, his actions clearly showed where he stood.

His gaze was as sharp as a sword, his presence intensified by his Half-step Slaughter Sword Intent, making him seem fierce and formidable.

The surrounding "moths drawn to the flame" couldn’t help but shiver at this. How could this youth’s aura be so astonishingly murderous!

Yet many were displeased by Ling Feng, a mere youth at the Sixth Level of the Magnetic Condensation Realm.

Just a "rookie!" A "weakling!" A "toad!"

And he still thought about playing the Flower Guard?

"Well, well, who do we have here?" sneered an ear-piercing voice from the crowd. "If it isn’t the famed Chief of the East Courtyard!"

That voice was all too familiar to Ling Feng, belonging to none other than He Zhonglei, whom he had taught a harsh lesson in the Sword Fighting Arena.

Since that incident, He Zhonglei had indeed not troubled Zhou Yun again, but this didn’t mean he acknowledged Ling Feng as superior.

Tonight, with his elder brother and A-class Disciple He Zhongjie by his side, He Zhonglei naturally regained his confidence and dared to challenge Ling Feng.

"What’s the matter, not beaten enough last time? Want to relive that memory today?" A mocking smile played on Ling Feng’s lips as he shot He Zhonglei a menacing glance.

Immediately, He Zhonglei felt his cheeks throb with phantom pain, recalling how he had been beaten to a pulp in the Sword Fighting Arena. Even with three times the guts, he wouldn’t dare to confront Ling Feng.

"Big brother, you must stand up for me this time!"

Knowing he was no match for Ling Feng, He Zhonglei could only turn and seek help from his A-class Disciple elder brother, He Zhongjie.

He Zhongjie narrowed his eyes. Last time in the dining hall, due to Goo Tengfeng’s incident, he had already harbored a grudge, and even without He Zhonglei’s plea, he wasn’t about to let Ling Feng get off easily.

"Ling Feng, originally your fight with He Zhonglei on the Sword Fighting Platform was just a competition. Winning or losing, getting hurt—it’s all part of the game, and there’s nothing wrong with that. However..."

He Zhongjie fixed a cold stare on Ling Feng and said chillingly, "There’s an old saying, ’Don’t hit the face.’ When you hit He Zhonglei’s face, you were hitting the face of our Imperial Capital He Family, the face of the Imperial Court Martial! If I don’t seek redress for the He Family, everyone will think the people from the Imperial Court Martial are cowards afraid of trouble!"

It turned out that the He brothers were actually sons of the Imperial Court Martial. Although the Imperial Court Martial wasn’t as eminent as the Three Grand Ministers, they were still important ministers of the Empire.

"I’ll use my fists to teach you how to respect the people from the Imperial Court Martial!" A chilling gleam burst from He Zhongjie’s eyes.

"Hahaha! When one wants to punish, any excuse will do!" Ling Feng laughed heartily, lifting his head. "If you want a fight, I’m ready any time!"

Ling Feng was curious about his own progress during this period. Could he now compete with an A-class Disciple like He Zhongjie?

"Ling Feng, calm down!"

Qin Wanwan’s brows furrowed. The matter now involved an A-class Disciple; it was no small affair.

In her view, no matter how powerful Ling Feng was, he couldn’t possibly be a match for an A-class Disciple.

Moreover, He Zhongjie was no ordinary A-class Disciple; behind him stood the mighty Imperial Court Martial!

Qin Wanwan clenched her silver teeth and, defying expectation, stood in front of Ling Feng, saying through gritted teeth, "He Zhonglei, you’re shameless. Unable to win a fight, you bring out your family’s backing! Well, they say not to hit the face when you strike a person, but you hit my cousin’s face back then. Do you think the Eastern Capital Lio Family is easy to bully? Cousin, your sister is coming out!"

When Lio Yunfei heard Qin Wanwan call out his name, he knew he couldn’t avoid getting involved. He had no choice but to steel himself and step forward, offering a cupped-hand salute to He Zhongjie, "Brother He, indeed He Zhonglei had slapped me that day. If we follow your logic, your Imperial Court Martial showing contempt for Jiaangling Royal Mansion, I’m afraid that’s hardly justifiable either."

He Zhongjie’s brows furrowed, not expecting the Jiaangdu Lio Family to emerge out of nowhere.

The Lio Family Ancestor was ennobled as the Spirit King, benefiting from ancestral graces generation after generation, making Jiaangdu their principality. Though not possessing any real power, in name, they are on par with royal kin and nobility.

The Imperial Court Martial might hold great prestige, but their Jiaangling Royal Mansion’s face was even greater!

However, Qin Wanwan’s actions greatly surprised the onlooking students watching the excitement unfold.

No one expected that this ravishingly beautiful and intelligent girl would come forward for Ling Feng and wield the power of the Jiaangling Royal Mansion to pressure the He brothers.

"Lio Yunfei, are you sure you want to stop me, He Zhongjie, for this boy?"

He Zhongjie stared at Lio Yunfei, his eyes releasing a terrifying ferocity that frightened Lio Yunfei into retreating three steps.

While the two’s ranks and statuses might be similar, there was indeed a significant gap between their cultivation levels.

"Big brother, it seems this little wench is dead set on protecting Ling Feng. Hmph, I thought she was some chaste woman, yet it turns out she’s cavorting with some wild boy from who knows where. Judging by their closeness, I’m afraid they’ve already... tsk tsk tsk..."

Failing to rage on, He Zhonglei resorted to such foul and malicious language to slander them.

The bystanders who came to watch the drama immediately followed with a burst of jeering.

"Already what? Heh heh..."

"Heh heh... Do we even need to say it? Isn’t it obvious what they’ve been up to!"

"Who would’ve thought Miss Qin was actually so open!"

"..."

"Slap!"

Just then, a crisp slap echoed, and everyone instantly fell silent.

A blood-red handprint was fiercely imprinted on He Zhonglei’s face, the force of the blow was so powerful it flung him away, toppling a crowd of shameless ruffians who had been egging on the situation.

Although Ling Feng had always found Qin Wanwan objectionable, for the women of Sky White Empire, reputation was undoubtedly the most important thing.

He Zhonglei’s vile defamation had truly descended to a despicable level.

"Misfortune comes from the mouth, and with this plus the time in the canteen, you’ve spoken out of turn twice. There’s an old saying, ’Three strikes and you’re out.’ If there is a next time, no one can save you!"

Ling Feng’s gaze burst forth with chilling Killing Intent, word by word he said, "I mean what I say!"

Everyone was stunned!

In full view of the public, under the gaze of all!

Ling Feng had actually, in front of He Zhongjie, fiercely slapped his brother He Zhonglei!

"Today, it seems no one can save you!" He Zhongjie trembled with rage, having originally planned to smooth things over, but Ling Feng had dared to make a move, and in front of him no less!

He Zhongjie glared at Ling Feng, his look as sharp as a knife, his voice seeming to rise from Netherworld Hell, bone-chillingly cold.

"Boy, if you’ve got guts, follow me to the Sword Fighting Platform! A fight to the death!"