"My Beloved Teacher's Wife (Walking with Love)" - Chapter 287: Not a Legend

It was well past noon, but the conclusion of the first match brought forward the second. This was actually a decision made by the emcee, Ling Feng, and Master Zhihai. This was also the penultimate match in the sect leader group competition. After this match, the finals would begin.
Ling Feng addressed Master Zhihai of Shaolin.
This is a standard showdown between the younger and older generations of martial arts practitioners.
Although the duel between Qin Wanfeng and Abbess Yunqing was a classic, a duel between two women is far less indicative of strength than a duel between two men. Moreover, Ling Feng's opponent was Master Zhihai of the Shaolin School.
Tomorrow's youth group final will be Nangong Qing versus Shaolin Huineng. Today's semi-final can be considered a preview of the final. For the "siblings" of the Nangong family to simultaneously challenge two outstanding representatives of two generations of Shaolin is unprecedented. This also signifies the absolute dominance of the Nangong family; regardless of the outcome, this will be recorded in martial arts history.
When Master Zhihai of Shaolin stood on the arena, his aura as a grandmaster was so overwhelming that the entire audience could hardly breathe. They were all frozen in place, the air still and silent, not even the wind could stir. Everything was like the twilight sky, even though it was daytime, a clear day.
Before the competition, many people had already accepted this outcome: the champion of this martial arts tournament would naturally be Shaolin's, namely Master Zhihai on the stage. Although Ling Feng had shown unprecedented strength, all martial arts under heaven originated from Shaolin. Unless Lu Qingfeng of Mount Hua personally intervened, in everyone's eyes, Master Zhihai was invincible.
At that moment, everyone in the room sensed a change.
The wind rises.
The clouds move.
In an instant, the entire silent space suddenly regained some vitality, as exciting as seeing the dawn of life in the long night.
Ling Feng's footsteps, accompanied by the sound of his clothes fluttering in the wind, could penetrate the silent air and reach every corner of the scene. Everyone couldn't help but be curious and looked in the direction of the sound.
Ling Feng stood up and walked step by step onto the arena.
Everyone present looked at Ling Feng with admiration and anticipation.
Ling Feng didn't look directly at the arena. He turned back and smiled slightly at Nangong Qing, making a determined expression. This tiny movement was noticed by everyone in the audience, who were all astonished.
It's obvious that there's some kind of promise between Ling Feng and Nangong Qing. That's everyone's interpretation of Ling Feng's smile as he looked back.
Nangong Qing smiled, her smile as radiant as a flower, as dazzling as a galaxy.
Yes, what Ling Feng is going to demonstrate to Nangong Qing today is what Nangong Qing will do to Huineng tomorrow. Nangong Qing's eyes are filled with pride, and she truly has reason to be proud, because Ling Feng has earned her the love of her life.
In this world, only Ling Feng makes her feel such pride.
Lingfeng's unruliness.
Elegant.
Domineering.
There's even a hint of shamelessness in them.
All of this made Nangong Qing and every woman around him infatuated with him.
"Nangong Yu!"
"Nangong Yu!"...
I don't know who first called out "Nangong Yu," but instantly the entire audience of thousands cheered for Nangong Yu. It was an expression of anticipation; everyone wanted to be a witness to a legendary chapter in history. Because by witnessing it, you've participated.
The people at the scene began chanting Nangong Yu's name, like a tidal wave of cheers, rising up in a deafening roar.
Ling Feng glanced around and saw that although he didn't recognize many of the onlookers, their support and enthusiasm made his blood boil. It was an incredibly blissful feeling. Of course, if they were calling him "Ling Feng," the happiness would be even more exhilarating.
Thinking of this, Ling Feng's heart sank. Yes, if he were still a disciple of Mount Hua, he would surely bring glory to Mount Hua and create a legend for the mountain. But now he could only appear as someone else, which was undoubtedly a regret, even a pain.
Although for Ling Feng, regardless of his identity, he is still himself, this is a great injustice to his parents, and to those who know and love him.
"Master, you are my elder, and it is inappropriate for me to make the first move. Please do so!"
Ling Feng came up, seemingly humble, but his words were extremely disrespectful, even contemptuous.
In sparring, it's traditionally the elders who yield to the younger, and the more skilled martial artists who defer to the less skilled. Ling Feng's words completely disregarded Master Zhihai. If it were someone with a short temper, they would have immediately unleashed a full-force strike.
Despite Master Zhihai's high level of cultivation, he didn't hesitate when Ling Feng uttered those words; he actually raised his hand and swung it at Ling Feng!
This is the first time that Master Zhihai has taken the initiative in this match so far!
"Sweep through the enemy ranks!"
Master Zhihai's palm strike was like a raging storm, stirring up all the dust around him and heading straight for Lingfeng.
A fierce wind arose, howling in like a hurricane.
Those watching could feel how overwhelming the internal force generated by the vortex was, but what must Ling Feng, who was at the center of the vortex, have been feeling?
No one can truly understand this; perhaps only those who have sparred with Master Zhihai can truly grasp the feeling.
Qin Shufen and the other women trembled, sensing an ominous premonition. Perhaps Ling Feng shouldn't have underestimated his opponent, or perhaps that one sentence was a mistake.
Judging from this palm strike, Master Zhihai is truly incredibly strong. In the previous matches, he hadn't shown his true strength at all; this is his real power.
Ling Feng stood proudly in the center of the arena, facing Master Zhihai's overwhelming offensive, as if he were detached from the situation.
Storms often begin at the last moment before calm.
The entire arena held its breath, tens of thousands of eyes fixed on the two people on the stage.
Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people, Ling Feng, just as everyone had imagined, did not confront Master Zhihai head-on when facing Master Zhihai's "sweeping through thousands of troops".
Dodging is like the last of the thirty-six strategies: retreat is the best course of action.
Since Ling Feng was about to leave, everyone saw him running all over the place, and of course, Master Zhihai was also chasing after him.
To be honest, when Ling Feng wanted to dodge, no one in the martial arts world could hit him.
Master Zhihai quickly noticed this as well, and seemingly toying with Ling Feng, he struck three times in quick succession before stopping his attack and standing in the arena, watching Ling Feng darting around.
Gradually...
Ling Feng's figure approached Master Zhihai like a wisp of white mist.
In a very short time, Ling Feng arrived beside Master Zhihai.
The force of the energy suddenly intensified.
Like the speed of instantaneous teleportation.
Master Zhihai could barely see where Ling Feng was coming from; all he heard was a loud "boom".
Suddenly, a hand reached out from the white mist and struck Master Zhihai hard in the back.
Ling Feng struck with his first blow.
Ling Feng struck the arrogant Master Zhihai!
Everyone in the room was stunned.
Unexpectedly, Ling Feng adopted a strategy of retreating before advancing, not making a move, but when he did, he delivered a solid palm strike to Master Zhihai. This was utterly unbelievable. If his opponent were an ordinary person, it wouldn't be so bad, but his opponent was none other than Master Zhihai of Shaolin, a figure second only to the abbot of Shaolin.
Master Zhihai stumbled back three large steps before finally stopping.
"good……"
Master Zhihai had no time to be angry. He hurriedly took out a green protective pill from his pocket and quickly put it into his mouth.
If Ling Feng hadn't only used 20% of his power, that palm strike would probably have sent Master Zhihai to his death.
"The young man is truly remarkable!"
Master Zhihai uttered a single sentence and then swooped down on Lingfeng like an eagle spreading its wings. Master Zhihai began his counterattack, a lightning-fast counterattack. He couldn't afford to lose so easily. His own loss was insignificant, but it represented Shaolin. Although monks don't strive for fame and fortune, a humiliating defeat is always painful.
Master Zhihai was a Shaolin monk, but monks are also human; he had not yet reached the realm of a god.
Master Zhihai then unleashed his full power, punching Ling Feng in the chest.
Ling Feng dared not be careless, and immediately raised his power to fifty percent. The silver light suddenly burst forth on Ling Feng's body, as dazzling as the sun in broad daylight.
Under the dazzling light, Ling Feng stretched out his hands, which resembled a clean, silvery crescent moon.
"Moon Palm!"
One of Ling Feng's proudest self-created martial arts styles, when Bai Xiaosheng commented on the legend of martial arts, he described Ling Feng's Moon Palm as follows: "Under the bright moon, silver light spreads everywhere, mercury spills across the ground, penetrating every crevice, invincible in attack and defeat."
As the Moon-Sweeping Palm was unleashed, the arena was instantly filled with overlapping shadows and a dazzling display of silver light.
Master Zhihai was greatly surprised by the sudden change.
Changing tactics, Master Zhihai suddenly had an idea, and immediately stretched out his left hand, shouting, "Thunder Shakes the Nine Provinces!"
At this moment, Ling Feng felt that Master Zhihai was one with heaven and earth, forming an inseparable and unified whole. It was a strong and profound feeling, as if he were omnipresent.
Master Zhihai's eyes simultaneously flashed with divine light, fixing on Ling Feng. Ling Feng felt that no part of his body, inside or out, could escape Master Zhihai's observation. He was completely seen through, as if he were naked and exposed to the cold wind and snow.
The moment Master Zhihai struck out with both palms, an invisible yet substantial wall of palm energy, centered on Master Zhihai, pressed towards Ling Feng, forcing him to circulate his energy to resist and to rouse his fighting spirit, otherwise he would surely be terrified and collapse without a fight.
Such martial arts skills cannot be described in words unless one witnesses them firsthand.
Master Zhihai's immense aura surged forth like a wild, raging storm erupting from the heavens and the earth, carrying with it bone-chilling palm energy, as it hurtled towards Lingfeng.
Master Zhihai's palm technique has reached its pinnacle, a state of unparalleled mastery.
Although Ling Feng held an absolute advantage in internal strength, the contest wasn't about fighting to the death. Ling Feng couldn't defeat Master Zhihai by overwhelming him with internal strength; he aimed to counter Master Zhihai's techniques.
However, Master Zhihai's move made Ling Feng feel utterly dejected, as if all his previous efforts had been in vain. But that feeling vanished in an instant. In its place, Ling Feng felt an even stronger fighting spirit, his tiger eyes flashing with an unprecedented sharpness as he stared intently at his opponent.
He becomes stronger when facing stronger opponents, and Ling Feng is such a person. He still used only 50% of his strength when facing Master Zhihai.
There was no way out, and Ling Feng had no intention of retreating at all. When Master Zhihai's palm energy surged towards him, he let out a cold shout, rushed forward, and swung his Moon Palm to meet it head-on, displaying a spirit of "if I don't succeed, I will die for my country, and I will return as a brave warrior."
Everyone present, except for those who gasped in amazement and admiration, held their breath to witness this earth-shattering duel!
Perhaps, in their eyes, the victory or defeat between them has transcended the competition itself; the competition itself is an incredible legend.
No, this is not just a legend, it's a miracle.

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