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

The competition has officially begun.

Due to the limited number of arenas, only five matches can be held at the same time each time, while the rest wait offstage, which also provides an opportunity to observe their opponents.

Lin Feng stood on the stage; he was the wooden sign for Class A3, belonging to the top five groups.

In the first match, he faced Yi San.

The opponent was a young man with thick eyebrows and a square face, wielding a pair of iron maces. He spoke with great force when announcing his number, but his strength was only at the Inner Strength level.

This level of skill would be considered outstanding even in an ordinary county, but unfortunately, in front of Lin Feng, it's no different from that of a child.

The gong sounds.

The man launched the first attack, swinging his double maces in a wide arc, creating a powerful wind, heading straight for Lin Feng's center.

Before the mace even arrived, a strong gust of wind had already swept over them.

Lin Feng stepped to the side, just enough to avoid the mace's edge.

At the same time, a wisp of true energy condensed at his fingertips and brushed against the man's ribs.

The man froze.

He remained motionless, his hands outstretched, eyes wide open, his face filled with disbelief.

The two maces were still raised in mid-air, but the man was unable to move.

one move.

To be precise, half a move.

Lin Feng raised his hand and gently patted his shoulder to release the pressure point.

The man staggered a step, then came to his senses; beads of sweat had formed on his forehead.

He paused for a moment, then clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, his tone sincere: "Thank you for your mercy, brother."

Lin Feng nodded.

The man left the stage, his steps still a little unsteady.

In the next two matches, Lin Feng will face Bing San and Ding San.

One wielded a single-edged sword, the other a long spear; both were at the level of internal energy cultivation, making the outcome a foregone conclusion. Lin Feng used his old method of acupressure and releasing the pressure points.

All three sessions combined took no more than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

A spectator in the audience clicked his tongue and said, "This third-place player is too strong. He came down before we could even see him clearly."

"Absolutely, there's nothing to see here."

"It's good that it's not interesting; it means the person is a master."

A true master wouldn't engage in a hundred rounds of combat with you.

Lin Feng ignored him.

He took the wooden sign and retreated to a shady spot off the stage.

In the center of the training ground, several other groups were engaged in a fierce battle, evenly matched, with weapons clashing and clanging incessantly, and cheers from the onlookers rising in waves.

That's what everyone loves to watch.

Lin Feng yawned.

His gaze shifted to the other side of the arena—A1.

It was Wu Changning, and his opponent was wielding a spiked club.

As soon as the gong sounded, the burly man screamed and tumbled off the stage.

The right shinbone was broken into three pieces, the white bone fragments piercing the flesh, and blood flowed all over the ground.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Wu Changning sheathed his sword, lowered his eyes, and remained expressionless.

He didn't glance at the burly man, nor did he listen to his cries of pain; he simply stood quietly in the center of the arena.

The opponents in the last two matches were intimidated before the game even started and forfeited.

They understood that no matter how powerful they were, they were no match for a master of innate talent. Rather than humiliating themselves, they preferred to preserve their health.

Some whispered among themselves, "Young Master Wu was a bit too ruthless today."

"Your father has just passed away; his body is barely cold. What good temper do you expect him to have?"

"I just hope I don't run into him."

Lin Feng looked away without comment.

He turned to look for Zhao Erniu.

This idiot is standing by the B-group arena, grinning like a fool.

His opponent, whose weapon had been knocked away by his axe, was raising his hands in surrender.

"Brother Lin, I won too!" Zhao Erniu jogged over, his face flushed and covered in sweat. "Two matches now, one more win and I'll advance."

Lin Feng patted him on the shoulder: "You played well."

Zhao Erniu chuckled, then suddenly lowered his voice: "Brother Lin, that Wu Changning is really something."

Lin Feng laughed and said, "Of course, this is a master of the Innate Realm. We can just admit defeat when we encounter him; there's no need to fight him."

"I know Brother Lin"

Lin Feng easily mastered Wu Changning's swordsmanship, but he had no intention of showing off.

The top prize is gone, so what's the point? Just aim for the top ten.

The sun was blazing overhead.

The competition continued in the training ground, with shouts, the clang of weapons, and the sound of gongs announcing the winners and losers rising and falling.

The first round of the competition, which involved more than 400 people, had only just passed a third of the way by noon, as players like Lin Feng and Wu Changning were still a minority.

Most of the matches were evenly matched, and the battles were relatively slow.

At this rate, it would be considered a success if it could be finished before nightfall.

Lin Feng did not stay to watch the game.

He walked through the thinning crowd, left the training ground, and headed along the long street toward Mingyue Inn.

Just entered the backyard.

"Young Master is back!" A clear voice came from the stairwell.

Xiao Cui and Xiao Lian came up one after the other and immediately went to fetch water.

Xiao Cui was carrying a copper basin filled with clear water.

Xiao Lian held up a neatly folded handkerchief.

Lin Feng washed his hands and face in the basin, then covered his eyelids with a cool handkerchief.

"Young master, shall we eat now?" Xiao Cui took the handkerchief and looked up to ask.

"Okay, go and get ready."

"Yes, young master." Xiao Cui turned to leave.

"Oh, right." Lin Feng remembered something, "Add a serving of demon beast meat today."

Xiao Cui paused, her gaze turning back with a subtle glint in her eyes, but she still replied crisply, "Yes, young master."

A short while later, soft footsteps sounded behind me.

Xueyao walked over carrying a teacup.

Today, she wore her hair in a simple bun and a light purple jacket. Her skirt swayed gracefully as she walked, giving her a rather virtuous appearance. However, the tips of her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

She placed the teacup next to Lin Feng. Lin Feng picked up the teacup, took a sip, and raised an eyebrow at her.

Xueyao twisted her fingers, and after a long while, she spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "Young Master, could you eat less of that demon beast meat? Eating too much will cause internal heat."

"Hmm?" Lin Feng put down his teacup. "Didn't you say it was delicious?"

"It was delicious..." Xueyao's voice lowered even further, "But...but after you ate that meat yesterday, I couldn't get out of bed for half a day..."

She couldn't continue.

Lin Feng chuckled, recalling Xue Yao's repeated pleas for mercy.

He stroked his chin. "This dish is expensive, five taels of silver a serving, but the taste is really good."

The signboard of Mingyue Inn is made of top-quality materials; it would be a waste not to eat there.

Xueyao lowered her head, her eyes flashing with fear.

A section of her smooth, white nape was exposed, and her voice was as soft as a feather: "Young master... how about... buying another courtesan?"

Lin Feng was slightly taken aback.

Xueyao quickly looked up at him, then lowered her head again, twisting her handkerchief as she said, "I... I'm really a bit weak. It's not that I don't want to serve you, young master."

If you have someone you can take turns serving, I can serve you for many more years.

I'm afraid I won't have enough energy and that will displease you, young master.

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer.

Lin Feng had actually thought about this.

Money is just a number to him.

The space contained tens of thousands of taels of silver, as well as gold and various modern handicrafts.

The courtesan is very expensive to others, but to Lin Feng, she is only worth as much as a glass bead.

Two of these cellophane sheets cost one dollar each, more than enough to exchange for a courtesan.

This world is so vast and information is so limited that it's not easy for glass beads to depreciate.

—Besides, even if it depreciates, there are still plenty of things to trade in the urban world.

Scarcity drives up value; this business can last a lifetime.

"What you said makes some sense. Go take a look when you have time, and if she's pretty, go for it."

Xueyao looked up, her eyes filled with surprise and relief.

She pursed her lips and whispered, "Actually, you don't necessarily have to buy the courtesan."

"Oh?"

"The money spent on the courtesan could have bought dozens of beautiful maids in the suburbs."

Xueyao said earnestly, "If it's a well-known, respectable young man, we can buy him and teach him slowly for a few years, and he'll be just what we need..."