Lin Wushuang boasted he could defeat Yang Feilong in three moves. He unleashed his trump card immediately, showing he didn't want to prolong the fight. Yet, he never expected Yang Feilong to be this strong!
Facing Lin Wushuang's killer move, Yang Feilong's expression remained unchanged. Even without breaking through to the fourth level of Qi Condensation, Yang Feilong wasn't afraid of Lin Wushuang. Much less now, when their cultivation realms were equal.
He had even less reason to fear!
With a single sword strike, the endless wind blades seemed to be struck by a colossal rock, crashing into the earth and vanishing without a trace.
"How is this possible?" Lin Wushuang's eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
Yang Feilong immediately closed the distance, swinging his sword down at Lin Wushuang.
Lin Wushuang's expression turned flustered. Yang Feilong's strength far exceeded his expectations. His counter-attack, born of haste, was predictable.
Bang!
Lin Wushuang's long spear was directly severed. Pfft, Lin Wushuang coughed up blood and retreated. Yang Feilong's swordplay shifted, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue. Lin Wushuang barely managed to block again, but the long sword lunged forward, reaching his throat.
The sharpness of the sword drew a trickle of blood from his throat!
"Still not admitting defeat?" Yang Feilong's cold voice echoed.
"You... I, I actually lost?" Lin Wushuang was completely stunned, his gaze vacant.
He had originally thought he could defeat Yang Feilong in three moves, showing the Han family that he was the better choice.
But he never imagined he wouldn't even last three moves against Yang Feilong.
This outcome was too cruel for him!
Let alone Lin Wushuang, almost no one present believed Yang Feilong could defeat Lin Wushuang. Even those who thought Yang Feilong could win didn't expect him to crush Lin Wushuang.
Yet, from the start of the exchange to the sword grazing his throat, only a few breaths had passed. Victory was decided.
"This combat talent, this combat strength, it's likely mid-stage Spirit Martial Realm, or perhaps even higher!" Han Zhengtang, witnessing this, his eyes burned with fervor. "I truly never imagined my daughter found such a naive man!"
"Indeed!"
"Not only is his talent supreme and his attack power strong, but his combat intuition is also formidable!"
At this moment, the members of the Han family, looking at Yang Feilong, were all shocked and invigorated!
Conversely, the Lin family members wore expressions of astonishment and disbelief.
Defeated!
Lin Wushuang was defeated!
"How could Wushuang lose to this guy?" Lin Mao's eyes nearly bulged out.
Simultaneously, Han Yun was on the verge of tears of joy.
The anxiety that had been weighing on her heart was finally lifted. Yang Feilong, he truly hadn't disappointed her!
...
The Lin family departed. They had arrived full of swagger, but they left with faces like dark clouds, their moods indescribably terrible.
What was initially a joyous occasion for Lin Wushuang's breakthrough to the Spirit Martial Realm had now turned into profound sorrow.
"Yang Feilong!"
They all remembered the name of this talented young man.
Alright, in their eyes, Yang Feilong was still a youth. But that wasn't inaccurate, as Yang Feilong was only nineteen years old; calling him a young man was already stretching it.
"Feilong, from now on, we won't interfere with your and Yunyun's affairs!" Han Zhengtang said to Yang Feilong with a smile.
Regardless of his previous thoughts, he was now very satisfied with Yang Feilong.
"Thank you, Uncle, for your blessing!" Yang Feilong bowed. He remained as before, neither arrogant nor impatient, his expression as calm as still water.
This earned nods of approval and praise from the Han family members.
He wasn't even twenty yet, possessed such strong talent and extraordinary power, yet he remained so humble. Truly rare!
How could they not be satisfied?
Han Yun, hearing her father's pronouncement, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This matter was finally settled.
"Feilong, tell me, when can I meet your parents to discuss your marriage?" Han Zhengtang asked with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Han Yun's body trembled. She quickly interjected, "Uh, Father, Feilong is still young. Let's postpone the marriage discussion for a few more years."
"Feilong isn't that young. When I was his age, I already had you!" Han Zhengtang glanced at his daughter and continued, "Besides, you're already twenty-five or twenty-six. If you don't get married soon, you'll be an old maid!"
He then looked at Yang Feilong with a smile, "Nephew, what are your thoughts?"
Yang Feilong was speechless. They had wanted to drive him away earlier, and now, seeing his displayed strength, they were eager for him to marry Han Yun immediately. This dramatic shift in attitude was truly beyond his comprehension.
He and Han Yun were merely pretending to be a couple; how could he agree?
Yang Feilong apologized, "Apologies, Uncle. My parents are just ordinary people. If they knew I was getting married so young, they might not accept it! After all, I'm only nineteen. Could we wait a year or two?"
Han Yun felt an inexplicable pang of sadness upon hearing Yang Feilong's words. Although she knew they were just pretending to be a couple, she still wished Yang Feilong would agree.
After experiencing so much, she didn't know what Yang Feilong truly thought, but her heart was entirely filled with thoughts of him.
"Nineteen!" Han Zhengtang couldn't help but exclaim again upon hearing Yang Feilong's age. A Spirit Martial Realm expert at nineteen. This talent was too terrifying.
And his family was indeed, as his daughter had mentioned, ordinary.
This further highlighted Yang Feilong's extraordinary talent!
He naturally hoped they would marry soon, to avoid any unforeseen complications. If other families, stronger than the Han family, learned of Yang Feilong's formidable talent, they would undoubtedly rush to propose marriage.
However, he couldn't push Yang Feilong too hard. After all, his family's previous actions were rather improper. If they pushed Yang Feilong too far, what if he simply left?
"Then you two should get along well," Han Zhengtang said with a smile. "By the way, if you need anything, don't hesitate to tell me! Consider this your home from now on!"
"Thank you, Uncle!" Yang Feilong bowed, secretly sighing with relief.
Han Zhengtang nodded with a smile, then looked at his daughter. "Xiao Yun, take Feilong down to rest. After all, he's fought two battles and is quite exhausted."
"Yes, Father!" Han Yun replied. She then linked her arm with Yang Feilong's, leaning affectionately on his shoulder. "Feilong, let's go to my place."
"Okay!" Yang Feilong replied with a doting smile.
Watching the affectionate couple, Han Zhengtang beamed with satisfaction. The other members of the Han family also showed their approval.