Chapter 163: Inner Court Students

"Is there anyone else who dares to step up?"

Lin Fan's calm voice echoed across the arena as he stepped forward, looking down at the stunned disciples.

"Negative emotion value from Li Guo: +999!"

"Negative emotion value from Sun Baibai: +999!"

"Negative emotion value from Leng Shuang: +999!"

"Negative emotion value from Cong Shan: +999!"

"Negative emotion value from..."

Following Lin Fan's words, everyone snapped back to reality. At that very moment, the monstrous negative emotion values of thirty to forty thousand people surged violently toward Lin Fan, carrying an overwhelming momentum as if they intended to crush him to death.

In an instant, Lin Fan's negative emotion values skyrocketed by over forty million!

"If there's no one else, then we will be leaving. This concludes the life-and-death duel you all set up," Lin Fan said softly, glancing toward the instructors of the eight major factions.

"Wait a moment! The Book Academy is cheating! You must all be inner court disciples, right? Pitting inner court disciples against our ordinary members in a decisive battle—are you trying to slaughter the future geniuses of our kingdoms?"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out. An instructor from the Sky Peak Academy stepped forward, looking Lin Fan up and down. "With the kingdom war imminent, the Book Academy must be afraid that our factions will seize your interests during the conflict, which is why you resorted to this! You disguised inner court members as outer court disciples!"

"What are you talking about?!"

Lin Fan frowned. He knew nothing about any inner court or outer court. Hearing this instructor from Sky Peak Academy rambling on with such unfounded claims filled him with a sense of disgust.

Hearing this, the Sky Peak Academy instructor said with absolute certainty, "There's no need to put up an act. You are clearly not Meridian Opening Realm experts. Although I don't know what method you used to conceal your cultivation—to the point that even I couldn't see through it—your combat power cannot be faked. You are undoubtedly inner court disciples of the Book Academy! I will be reporting this matter to Sky Peak Academy."

"Me too!"

"Me as well!"

"Same here!"

"I will explain everything to my Sect Master!"

"The Book Academy simply doesn't hold our eight major factions in any regard to dare pull off such a stunt!"

"That's right! I will certainly make it clear to the Sect Master!"

Following that instructor's words, numerous other voices rang out, belonging to instructors from various academies and elders of various sects.

These clamoring voices rose and fell, causing the expressions of many Book Academy instructors present to change drastically. Although the strength displayed by Xiao Beihan and the others had left them too shocked for words, if these people were truly believed to be inner court disciples intentionally sent by the Book Academy to slaughter the geniuses of the eight major factions, things would become disastrous.

One by one, the instructors hurriedly sent messages to the Dean, hoping he would come and handle the situation!

"You people must be out of your minds. We are not any inner court disciples."

Although Lin Fan disliked explaining himself, he disliked being falsely accused even more. Listening to their words, he roughly understood what they were thinking.

The general idea was that the Book Academy possessed an inner court where the lowest level of cultivation was the Stream Realm, and that he and his companions were inner court members sent by the academy to deliberately slaughter their geniuses.

"Stop trying to quibble! As a martial arts instructor of Sky Peak Academy, my eyes are exceptionally sharp. Their combat power is definitely that of inner court members, and the martial arts they displayed are things that outer court disciples could never learn!"

Leng Feng, the instructor who had spoken first, walked right up to Lin Fan and said, "I am at the peak of the Stream Realm; I cannot possibly be mistaken!"

"I can't be bothered with you!"

Lin Fan frowned. Knowing that this Leng Feng was utterly self-righteous, he realized that any explanation would be pointless. He turned around, preparing to lead Xiao Beihan and the others away.

Whoosh!

Leng Feng blocked Lin Fan's path, saying in a deep voice, "You're not going anywhere, because you are the evidence. We will wait right here for your Dean to arrive and see how he handles this and what kind of explanation he gives us!"

For the third time, Lin Fan frowned. "Step aside. Don't force me to use violence!"

"Hahaha! As an inner court disciple with the strength of the Stream Realm, you are this arrogant? You're telling me not to force you to use violence? And what if you do use violence?"

Hearing this, Leng Feng laughed out of sheer anger, refusing to budge an inch. In fact, he hoped this young man would make a move so that he, as an instructor, could launch a counterattack and severely teach this youth a lesson.

"Heh, then watch closely. I am going to make a move!"

Lin Fan sneered. He naturally had no patience for people like this. Raising his hand, he swung a slap straight toward Leng Feng's face.

"Let me break your arm and give you some discipline, to teach you that becoming an inner court disciple doesn't mean you can act lawlessly!"

Seeing Lin Fan's motion, Leng Feng raised his left hand, intending to block Lin Fan's palm, while his right hand clenched into a fist and fiercely smashed toward Lin Fan.

Crack!

A crisp sound of a slap echoed through the air. All of Leng Feng's movements froze instantly, and a clear red handprint appeared on his face.

"You..."

Terror surged deep within Leng Feng's eyes. He had originally intended to block Lin Fan's hand; although Lin Fan's slap had looked slow, the moment Leng Feng raised his arm, the blow had already landed squarely on his face, instantly knocking him dizzy and shattering the true essence he had gathered for his attack.

He wanted to say something, but before he could even spit out a single syllable, Lin Fan's other hand swept across his face, cutting his words short.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!

Lin Fan's right hand swung back and forth in a continuous blur, reaching the absolute limit of speed. Any cultivator whose strength was below the Stream Realm could not even catch a glimpse of Lin Fan's movements.

Only the sound of countless slaps could be heard. Leng Feng stood completely motionless, as if he were willingly standing there to be beaten.

Bang!

With a swift kick from Lin Fan, Leng Feng was sent flying through the air, spitting blood from the corners of his mouth before passing out cold.

"Overestimating your own capabilities!"

Lin Fan sneered and dusted off his hands. With his current combat power, how could it possibly be blocked by a mere peak Stream Realm practitioner?

"Don't move!"

"Stay right where you are!"

Suddenly, numerous shouts rang out. While the other instructors and sect elders had previously only believed eighty percent of what Leng Feng had said, Lin Fan's strike had completely confirmed their suspicions.

After all, the outer court could never cultivate such a powerful expert. Judging by Lin Fan's strength in reducing Leng Feng to a state where he had no power to retaliate, he was definitely an inner court disciple, and one of the absolute elites at that.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the spectacle, while experts watch the technique.

Although they hadn't been in time to stop it, they could tell that Leng Feng hadn't simply stood there and taken a beating; his true essence had been thoroughly shattered by Lin Fan, leaving him utterly helpless to resist.

Lin Fan's combat power was terrifyingly high—higher even than that of many of the instructors present!

Therefore, seeing that Lin Fan was about to leave, all the sect elders and the instructors of the four major academies made their move, blocking his path.

Ten early-stage River Realm experts, and twenty peak Stream Realm experts!

They were determined to detain Lin Fan and demand an explanation from Qi Daolin as to how the Book Academy intended to account for this—intentionally stirring up conflict, using supreme secret arts to conceal these youths' cultivation realms, and then ruthlessly slaughtering their talented disciples.

This matter could not be settled amicably.

If things blew up, their eight major factions might well have to join forces to oppose the Book Academy!

"Scram! Otherwise, I won't mind killing you all!"

Being obstructed from leaving time and time again caused Lin Fan's expression to darken completely. His hand rested upon the Myriad Piles of Snow at his waist.

If these people refused to step aside, he didn't mind engaging in a massacre!

With his current strength, he held no fear whatsoever. There was nothing left in this world he was afraid of—he would dare to pierce the very heavens, let alone kill a few instructors!

Tap!

Xiao Beihan and the others stepped forward, coming to stand behind Brother Fan without uttering a word. Even when facing peak Stream Realm experts whose power they could not yet fully match, they did not fear a battle. Meanwhile, Hongyi's eyes began to glow with a reddish hue, and a cut appeared on her index finger, releasing blood that transformed into a colorless, misty fog.

"Kill us? Hahaha!"

One of the instructors burst into loud laughter. This was the funniest joke he had ever heard in his life. A student, even an inner court genius, actually dared to claim he would kill instructors?

Even if you possess peak Stream Realm strength and can even fight across realms, do you even know what you are facing? Ten early-stage River Realm experts, and twenty peak Stream Realm experts!

Such strength combined together constituted an absolute overlord force throughout the entire Ice and Snow Kingdom. You, a wet-behind-the-ears brat with merely high cultivation, dare to threaten to kill us?

Did you really think that defeating a mere Leng Feng meant you could challenge all the instructors here? That you could kill every single one of us?

How utterly ridiculous! There are differences in strength even among Stream Realm cultivators, not to mention that there are River Realm experts among us—beings who stand at the very peak of the kingdom!

Splat!

Blood spurted like a pillar, splashing wildly into the air like a fountain.

The instructor who had been laughing a moment ago wore a look of utter bewilderment. In the distance, he saw a young man standing behind a headless corpse, holding a long, snow-white saber covered in fresh blood, his expression entirely calm.

Who is that?

The instructor felt a bit dizzy as he looked at the headless body. It looked somewhat familiar—it seemed to be wearing his own clothes. But why did he feel like he was drifting further and further away from that headless body?