C4 One Punch Shocked Four Mountains

Time flew by, and before we knew it, the afternoon competition had arrived. The two young members of the Lin Family stepped onto the stage in succession, surrounded by a crowd of their kin.

"Hey, how long do you think Lin Feng can hold out? Ten breaths, or just one round? He looks so frail; I doubt he could even survive a single punch."

"I bet he's going to end up dead in the ring. Lin Shan is nearly unbeatable among his peers, not to mention his ruthless tactics. Plus, Lin Feng managed to offend Lin Shan's lineage with his big talk this morning. He's definitely in for it."

The onlookers were abuzz with speculation, not about who would win or lose, but about how long Lin Feng would last. In their eyes, the outcome was a foregone conclusion: Lin Feng would be beaten to death.

"Lin Feng, I won't pick on you. After all, I'm the genius, and you're the waste. So here's the deal: I'll let you strike first, and I won't retaliate for ten moves. If you can make me take even one step back within those ten moves, I'll concede the victory to you." Lin Shan stood on the stage, arms folded across his chest, oozing arrogance. He thought to himself that if he felt any anxiety facing a nobody like Lin Shan, he didn't deserve the title of genius.

"Bring it on," Lin Feng retorted with a smirk. As the reincarnation of an Immortal Emperor, he found it amusing that someone would dare to be so bold in his presence. But he wasn't one for idle chatter. Stepping onto the stage signified the start of the match.

With his words still hanging in the air, he charged like an arrow released from its bow. A lion doesn't hold back when hunting a rabbit, and although Lin Feng didn't see his opponent as a threat, he always took combat seriously.

"Such incredible speed," someone gasped in amazement. It was no small feat; few young disciples of the Lin Family could achieve such velocity. Even Lin Shan hadn't been confident he could outpace it. And now, Lin Shan on the stage was utterly taken aback.

Before he had a chance to react, Lin Feng was upon him. Lin Shan tried to dodge in vain; he could only watch helplessly as Lin Feng's fist connected with his face.

"Puff—"

With a single punch, Lin Feng was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, tracing an arc through the air. Blood and teeth spilled from his mouth, and after a few desperate gasps, he crashed heavily to the ground.

He tried to rise again, but his struggles were in vain, and he eventually collapsed into unconsciousness.

A dead silence enveloped the scene. It was over—just like that. Lin Feng had knocked out Lin Shan, the once-in-a-century cultivation prodigy, with a single punch. The embarrassment was palpable.

Everyone was in disbelief at what they had witnessed.

Lin Feng approached Lin Shan, shaking his head in disappointment.

"You're even weaker than I thought."

Turning to the members of the Great Elder's lineage, Lin Feng found them all speechless, their faces a mix of shock and confusion. What had just happened? Wasn't Lin Feng supposed to be a good-for-nothing, incapable of cultivation? How had he managed to floor Lin Shan with one punch, leaving him unable to stand? The situation was baffling.

Even without saying a word, Lin Feng's smug expression made the Great Elder's face burn with humiliation, as if he had been struck across the cheek.

"See to Lin Shan's wounds," the Great Elder commanded, despite his confusion over the stunning upset. After all, the fallen figure on the stage was his grandson, and he quickly ordered his subordinates to attend to him.

"Great Elder, I've heard that your lineage recently acquired a piece of top-grade spirit jade, which aids in cultivation. You intended to give it to your grandson, but it seems he won't be needing it now. Could you perhaps give it directly to me?" Lin Feng interjected, just as the Great Elder's people were about to step forward, effectively blocking them.

The Great Elder's face twisted with indignation.

"Lin Feng, what are you playing at? The match is over. You're preventing us from helping him—are you trying to extort me now?"

The Great Elder was incensed. His grandson had been grievously injured by a single punch, losing face and causing him great distress. And there stood Lin Feng, gloating and now demanding the spirit jade. His anger reached a boiling point.

"Wasn't it you who said the family's resources should go to those with talent? Now everyone has seen that your grandson is no match for me—he couldn't even withstand one punch. Surely, that spirit jade should be mine now, shouldn't it?" Lin Feng spoke calmly, with a hint of challenge in his tone.

The Great Elder was at a loss for words, his face turning beet red. That very morning, he had used those same words to silence Lin Tianyun, but who would have guessed that in just a few short hours, they would come back to choke him instead? Talk about a self-inflicted wound, or shooting oneself in the foot.

"Enough, Feng, step aside and let's help the injured. Others may be shameless and unreasonable, but we must not stoop to their level." At that moment, Lin Tianyun stepped into the arena with an air of satisfaction, despite not understanding why his son had suddenly become so formidable.

As a father, who wouldn't want to see their son succeed? Moreover, this turn of events allowed him to finally hold his head high among his kin.

Lin Feng cracked a smile and stepped aside, allowing Lin Shan to be carried away. Once the Great Elder and his cohort had stormed off in a huff, a crowd quickly gathered around.

"Patriarch, I must report that the Great Elder's lineage is rife with corruption."

"Yes, exactly! They've been forming cliques and bullying other branches of the clan."

Witnessing Lin Feng's remarkable talent, many people eagerly aligned themselves with the Patriarch's lineage, including several other elders.

"Tianyun, the Great Elder and his followers have crossed the line for too many years. It's high time they were taught a lesson. We old-timers are all behind you."

"Absolutely, with Lin Feng's capabilities, it won't be long before he becomes the mainstay of our Lin Family. We won't have to kowtow to the Great Elder anymore."

These elders, whose own branches weren't particularly influential, had previously had no choice but to side with the more promising lineage, which at the time was the Great Elder's due to Lin Shan. Lin Feng had been seen as weak, but now the tables had turned.

Naturally, they preferred to support Lin Tianyun, who was known for his fairness and integrity.

Lin Tianyun was ecstatic. With this newfound support, he was finally in a position to take action against the Great Elder's lineage. Over the next half-month, the Lin Family underwent a dramatic transformation, shedding its former chaos. Once the Great Elder's kin were removed from their key positions, they quickly fell into line.

No one dared to be as brazen as they once were.

That afternoon, Lin Feng sought out his father, Lin Tianyun.

"I've decided to leave the family and join the Sunfire Order," Lin Feng stated, explaining his intentions. He had previously discussed this with his father, and now that the family's affairs were in order, it was time to set out.

"Yes, my son, you've grown up and it's indeed time for you to venture out and gain experience. I support you. Even though I'm not sure how you've become so formidable so quickly, I trust that you've done so honorably. I won't pry further. Go ahead, and from here on out, you'll have to depend on yourself."

Lin Tianyun affectionately patted Lin Feng on the shoulder, filled with pride. He realized that the Lin Family's reach was too limited to allow Lin Feng to achieve his full potential. Only by stepping out could he truly soar into the vast expanse of the world.