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

Zhao Erniu, who was standing nearby, suddenly noticed that Lin Feng's lips moved, as if he were saying something. He leaned closer and asked in confusion, "Brother Lin, what did you say?"

Lin Feng's gaze fell on the arena. "Wu Jian will defeat Wu Changning within ten moves."

Zhao Erniu stared at him wide-eyed, incredulous.

"No...no way? Wu Changning is also a Xiantian cultivator, how could he be defeated in ten moves..."

Before he could finish speaking, a muffled groan came from the arena.

Wu Changning took three steps back, his left shoulder was torn, and a bloodstain was clearly visible.

His face was ashen, and he stared at Wu Jian through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

Wu Jian did not pursue him, but simply stood there with his sword in hand, coldly watching him.

On the arena, Wu Changning took a deep breath and gripped his long sword tightly.

He did not admit defeat, nor did he intend to.

He was the top scholar in Huayang Prefecture, a genius feared by everyone. How could he possibly fall here?

He let out a low growl and launched an attack.

His anger caused him to lose his composure, which only hastened his defeat.

The sword flashed like snow, piercing towards Wu Jian.

Wu Jian slightly shifted his body to avoid the sword's edge, and at the same time, he swung his longsword to strike Wu Changning's wrist.

Wu Changning quickly changed his move and parried.

Before he could react, Wu Jian's sword technique changed, and it was already at his heart.

fast.

too fast.

It was so fast that his eyes couldn't keep up.

The seventh move.

The eighth move.

puff--

The sword tip stopped three inches in front of Wu Changning's throat.

Wu Changning stood frozen in place, his whole body ice-cold.

In that instant, he truly felt the threat of death.

If the sword tip had moved forward three inches further, his throat would have been pierced.

Wu Jian sheathed his sword and took a step back.

You lost.

His voice was calm, without pride or sarcasm; he was simply stating a fact.

Wu Changning's face turned pale and then red; his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The entire room fell silent.

Immediately, thunderous cheers erupted.

"Wu Jian! Wu Jian! Wu Jian!"

The cheers grew louder and louder.

Wu Changning stood still, like a stone statue.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Lin Feng watched this scene from afar without saying a word.

Zhao Erniu opened his mouth wide, and it took him a long time to close it.

He turned to look at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Brother Lin, you...you're amazing!"

Lin Feng smiled but didn't explain.

On the high platform, Ding Jianyang stroked his beard and smiled, saying to the gray-clad man beside him, "Good, good, good! This Wu Jian is truly a talent."

"His swordsmanship is exquisite, his foundation is solid, and his temperament is stable."

He's a promising talent.

Ding Jianyang nodded in satisfaction, then his gaze fell on Wu Changning.

"That Wu Changning, although he lost, is not bad either."

Young people are often proud and ambitious; experiencing setbacks isn't necessarily a bad thing.

On the stage, Wu Jian sheathed his sword and turned to leave.

Wu Changning stood there alone, the autumn wind whipping his robes, making them flutter loudly.

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze passing through the crowd and landing on Lin Feng.

In that gaze, there was anger, resentment, and something else that was hard to describe.

Lin Feng met his gaze, his expression calm.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Wu Changning withdrew his gaze, turned around, and stepped off the stage.

The person in white stood out in the crowd, but no longer had the arrogance of before.

Two days later, the Group A matches concluded.

Of those who advanced, Wu Jian won all his matches, while Wu Changning lost one...

Next is Group B, which also has two innate factors.

One is Lin Feng, and the other is Gao Yaolin, who was built up from elixirs.

The results of the competition were similar. Wu Xiucai, who participated in Group B, almost always lost to Lin Feng and Gao Yaolin with overwhelming force.

When Lin Feng faced off against Gao Yaolin, the entire audience was filled with anticipation.

The previous match between Group A had everyone on the edge of their seats.

In particular, the battle between Wu Jian and Wu Changning was decided within ten moves. The swords flashed and the killing intent was chilling, which captivated the audience.

Even after the two stepped down from the stage, some people were still smacking their lips in enjoyment.

"Next up is Group B, right? Lin Feng versus Gao Yaolin? Both are innate level!"

Everyone immediately perked up, their eyes all turning towards the Group B arena.

Lin Feng and Gao Yaolin are both born with innate talents.

Everyone was looking forward to another fierce battle.

The gong sounds.

The two went on stage.

Gao Yaolin struck a pose, but his expression betrayed a hint of nervousness.

He knew his own limitations—he was a Xiantian cultivator built up with pills, possessing only the realm of cultivation, and if it really came down to a fight, he would definitely not be a match for Lin Feng.

Although Lin Feng on the other side has always kept a low profile, judging from previous matches, his strength is definitely not weak.

As he was pondering how to fight, Lin Feng on the other side suddenly cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Lin knows he is incompetent and is willing to admit defeat."

Before he could finish speaking, and before the examiner could announce anything, Lin Feng turned around and jumped off the stage.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"Admit defeat?!"

"What's going on? Giving up before even starting?"

"What's wrong with this guy? He conceded defeat in Group A before, and now he's conceding again?"

"Damn it, all my expectations were for nothing!"

Boos erupted, and some people even spat in Lin Feng's direction.

Lin Feng ignored them and walked through the crowd toward the shade.

He ignored all the gossip and curses, letting them go in one ear and out the other, having nothing to do with him.

Gao Yaolin stood on the stage, stunned for several moments before coming back to his senses.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

Admitting defeat is good, admitting defeat is brilliant.

He was just wondering how to play when the opponent immediately conceded defeat, which was exactly what he wanted.

If it really comes down to a fight to the death, his inferior talent might not be able to win.

If we lose, we'll lose face even more.

As for the top ten in the league, he hadn't even thought about it.

His idea was simple: to obtain a high-ranking official position and enter the imperial court.

Bringing honor to one's ancestors is enough.

As long as he doesn't make any mistakes, with his innate cultivation level, becoming a city lord would be a piece of cake.

If you're lucky, you might be able to capture a larger city.

"Group B, Gao Yaolin wins!"

The referee's voice rang out, and Gao Yaolin stepped down from the stage with a smug look on his face.

Lin Feng had just reached the edge of the crowd when his vision suddenly blurred.

A black figure blocked his way.

Wu Jian.

His face was cold, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of incomprehension and disappointment as he stared at Lin Feng.

"How can a martial artist be defeated without a fight?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a dignified and righteous air.

"I can sense that you are very strong, but you lack the heart of a strong person."

Lin Feng looked at him and nodded seriously:

"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right."

After saying that, he walked past Wu Jian and continued walking forward.

Wu Jian was stunned.

He stood there, watching Lin Feng's retreating figure, momentarily at a loss for words.

He originally thought that his words would inspire Lin Feng's fighting spirit.

Unexpectedly, Lin Feng didn't take the attack at all. It was like punching cotton; he used all his strength but couldn't find any leverage.

He had observed Lin Feng for a long time and concluded that this man's strength was absolutely unfathomable, and might even be no less than his own.

He longed to fight such an opponent and settle the score fairly and squarely.

Wu Jian frowned even more deeply.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

All matches in Group B have concluded.

First place: Gao Yaolin, with an undefeated record.

Second place goes to Lin Feng, who only lost to Gao Yaolin in one match, and won all the others.

The examiner stood on the stage, unfolded the roster, and announced loudly:

The top ten finishers in this year's martial arts competition have been officially announced!

He paused, then read:

"Wu Jian, Wu Changning, Gao Yaolin, Lin Feng, Jiang Yun, Li Yan, Zhou Tong, Zhao Sanhan, Sun Zheng, Qian Mancang."

After the ten names were read out, sparse applause rang out from the audience.