Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

A glint flashed in Li Yi's eyes, and his fist clenched quietly.

His gaze toward Lin Feng flashed with disdain, yet also held a hint of fighting spirit.

The presiding official announced again, "Next up is the final showdown for the Yongguan County Martial Arts Examination, a battle for the top spot."

The two competitors: Lin Feng and Zhao Erniu! Please come to the stage, both of you!

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

This was the highlight of the day, and everyone cheered.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Lin Feng and Zhao Erniu stepped onto the center of the martial arts stage one after the other.

Zhao Erniu looked at Lin Feng, a signature憨厚 smile spreading across his dark face. He scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Brother Lin."

Lin Feng looked at him, his face expressionless, and said with a straight face:

Don't try to get on my good side; there are no brothers in the ring.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Erniu grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and then addressed the presiding official in a very crisp and loud voice:

"I give up!"

Lin Feng: "..."

Holy crap!

This son of a bitch has admitted defeat?

The calm on his face was instantly shattered by a hint of astonishment.

This son of a bitch has admitted defeat?

What the hell?

Lin Feng's original plan was to deliberately reveal a flaw during the upcoming fight, pretend to be defeated, and lose to Zhao Erniu decisively.

Getting second place all the time wouldn't be bad either; it wouldn't be too conspicuous, but it would still earn you a decent ranking and rewards.

But to everyone's surprise, Zhao Erniu did not play by the rules and beat him to it by admitting defeat.

This completely caught him off guard!

"Are...are you sure?"

The presiding official was also dumbfounded, staring wide-eyed at Zhao Erniu, his tone filled with disbelief.

Good grief, you're giving up in the finals for first place?

Zhao Erniu nodded firmly, "I'm sure."

He had personally witnessed Lin Feng's speed and strength when he went to the wilderness with Lin Feng to search for corpses, and the memory was still fresh in his mind.

My skills are nowhere near Lin Feng's level; fighting him would be pointless, so why bother making a fool of myself?

Besides, Lin Feng had invited him to Wangchun Pavilion several times, and given that favor, he felt even more embarrassed to lay a hand on Lin Feng.

Helpless, the official looked at Lin Feng, who had no expression, and then at Zhao Erniu, who had a simple and earnest face.

Finally, he gave an awkward look to City Lord Zhao Boli.

Seeing this, Zhao Boli nodded in approval of the result.

He had witnessed Lin Feng's performance just now; his strength was definitely not weak, which had surprised him.

With the city lord's approval, the official in charge breathed a sigh of relief.

"In that case, the top scorer in the Yongguan County Martial Arts Examination of the Renyin Year is Lin..."

"Wait a minute"

A voice, clearly defiant, suddenly rang out.

They interrupted the official's announcement.

Li Yi, who had been standing below the stage, suddenly stood up, head held high, his gaze sharp as he stared directly at Lin Feng on the stage, his voice resounding:

"Lord City Lord, my name is Li Yi, and I disagree with this ranking."

According to the rules of the martial arts examination, I wish to challenge Lin Feng, the top scholar. I implore the city lord to grant me this opportunity.

City Lord Zhao Boli's gaze slowly shifted from Li Yi to Lin Feng's face in the center of the arena.

He picked up the teacup beside him, took a slow sip, and then put it down. "Are you clear about the rules of the challenge?"

This is a one-time opportunity for each person.

If you fail the challenge, the rewards you were originally entitled to for third place, whether it be the silver or the internal energy cultivation manual, will all go to the person you challenged, namely Lin Feng.

You really need to think this through.

Li Yi took a deep breath to suppress his nervousness, straightened his back, and said loudly, "Reporting to the City Lord, this student understands the rules."

As long as I succeed in the challenge and prove who the true champion is, those external things are irrelevant.

He spoke with absolute certainty, seemingly determined to bring Lin Feng down.

Zhao Boli nodded slightly and said no more. He gestured to the presiding officer and said, "Alright, according to the conventions of the martial arts examination, one can apply for a challenge if they have not directly fought each other."

Since Li Yi has this idea, let's have another match to determine the rankings.

"Yes, Lord City Lord."

Lin Feng responded with a fist and palm salute on stage, his tone calm and revealing no emotion.

With permission granted, Li Yi's eyes flashed, and he nimbly leaped back onto the ring.

He flicked his wrist, the tip of his sword pointing diagonally at the ground, his cold gaze locking onto Lin Feng.

"Lin Feng, I'll show you that you can't hold onto this top position by luck and trickery alone."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng merely raised an eyebrow, his tone even carrying a hint of nonchalance: "Alright, enough nonsense."

"If you were to hand me a hundred taels of gold right now, I'd give you the top scholar position; it'd save us the trouble of fighting."

Arrogance

Li Yi was thoroughly enraged by these words, his face turning cold. "I'll beat you to a pulp and see if you dare to spout such nonsense again."

Before he finished speaking, Li Yi exerted force with his feet and his body suddenly sprinted forward.

With his inner strength just beginning to develop, his speed, when unleashed at full power, was indeed much faster than Cheng Yuan and the others. Like an arrow released from a bow, he instantly closed the distance between himself and Lin Feng.

The long sword in his hand flashed with a chilling light, aiming straight at Lin Feng.

They planned to take down Lin Feng in one fell swoop.

However, Lin Feng did not retreat or dodge in the face of this swift sword strike.

He simply lowered his wrist and swept his spear horizontally.

"Such a quick reaction!"

Li Yi was startled and had no choice but to stop his forward momentum. He flipped his wrist, changing his thrust into a block, and used his sword to parry the sweeping spear shaft.

As the spear and sword clashed, Li Yi felt a powerful force emanating from the blade, which made his arm go numb and his footing unsteady.

He took five steps back before he could release the force, his heart heavy, and he began to take Lin Feng seriously.

However, Lin Feng's offensive continued relentlessly.

The spear in his hand was like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, its tip flashing with cold light, covering several vital points in Li Yi's chest and abdomen. The speed was even faster than when he fought Cheng Yuan before.

Li Yi dared not be negligent and quickly swung his sword to parry.

After several more rapid collisions, Li Yi felt his blood surging and his chest aching with each block, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

Lin Feng's marksmanship at this moment seemed to lack any sophisticated techniques; it was simply crude and brutal.

The continuous thrusts, sweeps, and downward slashes, with their expansive and unpretentious movements, perfectly showcased the advantage of "an inch longer, an inch stronger."

Seeing that he was about to reach the edge of the arena, Li Yi became increasingly anxious and couldn't help but shout, "If you have the guts, don't just rely on your weapon advantage. Let me get close, do you dare?"

His words were a provocation, but also a desperate move.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng's lips curled into a smile, and his spear attack indeed slowed slightly, creating an opening.

Seeing this, Li Yi was overjoyed, thinking that his provocation had worked and that Lin Feng, young and impetuous, had fallen for it.

Without hesitation, he moved with lightning speed, seizing the fleeting opportunity.

They suddenly closed to within five feet of Lin Feng.

At this distance, the longsword's advantages will be greatly utilized, while the spear will be difficult to use due to the close proximity.

A ruthless glint and a hint of triumph flashed in Li Yi's eyes.

Lin Feng seemed to have anticipated his move. His right hand, holding the gun, did not retract. With incredible speed and angle, he executed a clean and swift scorpion tail kick.

This kick was fast and fierce, with an extremely tricky angle, completely exceeding Li Yi's expectations and reaction limits.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

He kicked Li Yi in the left cheek.