“Oh?” Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow. Was this youth really planning to attack him?
“I’m Wang Heng. Since the top kill point genius is so remarkable, I’d love to test you!” Wang Heng smirked, a glint of provocation in his eyes. “Of course, if you willingly hand over half your stuff, I might hold back.”
Wang Heng stared at Lin Xiao, brimming with challenge, while the four youths beside him grinned.
To maintain Saint City’s order, contribution points were tied to individuals and records, making them useless if stolen, so no one bothered robbing cards.
But looting personal items? Saint City and Shengyuan Academy turned a blind eye.
If Lin Xiao had backing, Wang Heng wouldn’t dare.
But as a new disciple with no connections, robbing him wouldn’t stir any waves.
Same-realm fights were fair game. Wang Heng, at Heavenly Martial eighth tier like Lin Xiao, had come with ulterior motives.
The other youths were confident in Wang Heng. Nearing Heavenly Martial ninth tier, he was nearly unbeatable in his realm and could surely overpower Lin Xiao, seizing his goods.
Maybe even snag something extraordinary.
“Hm? Want to rob my stuff?” Lin Xiao blinked at Wang Heng’s words.
Logically, Wang Heng shouldn’t know about the Void Phoenix Wings, meaning he was just looking to beat and loot.
Martial Venerables and Monarchs had tried—and failed—to take his Void Phoenix Wings. A mere Heavenly Martial eighth tier thought he could rob him? Lin Xiao sneered inwardly.
“Heh, think Saint City’s a greenhouse? Same-realm fights—winner takes all. Rob your stuff, and no one will care. Don’t expect Shengyuan Academy to step in!”
Wang Heng’s grin grew thicker as he continued, “Of course, you’re a new disciple, so to give the academy some face, I’ll just take half your stuff.”
“But if I have to fight, I’ll take everything,” he added.
“Heh!” Lin Xiao chuckled at Wang Heng’s words, sighing, “Robbing others sounds pretty fun!”
Wang Heng and the youths froze. From Lin Xiao’s tone, was he implying he could easily beat Wang Heng and rob him instead?
“Talk about clueless. Think Saint City fighters are as weak as those outside?” Wang Heng snorted, bristling.
“Want to test me? Go ahead. But fair warning—if you want my stuff, be ready to hand over all of yours. Think carefully!” Lin Xiao “kindly” cautioned.
“Tch, you’re not worth my time!” Wang Heng moved, a surge of immense aura bursting forth. He lunged like a beast, blazing energy swirling in his palm as he struck heavily at Lin Xiao.
Lin Xiao was mildly surprised. Saint City’s fighters were indeed impressive—this palm’s power was rare among same-realm fighters outside.
But Wang Heng’s strength didn’t faze him. Facing the ferocious strike, he didn’t dodge. Spiritual power surged, coating his arm.
His inner essence roared, channeling into his fist, which he swung hard at Wang Heng’s palm.
Seeing Lin Xiao meet the strike head-on, the youths smirked.
Wang Heng’s palm seemed reckless, a test of raw strength, but it wielded a core Eagle Sect technique. Clashing directly would put Lin Xiao at a disadvantage.
They could already picture Lin Xiao reeling back in shock.
Bang!
But the next moment, a stunning scene unfolded. Fist met palm, a massive shockwave rippling out. Wang Heng’s body flew backward, crashing far away.
The four youths were dumbfounded. This was the opposite of what they’d imagined—too shocking, leaving them stunned.
Lin Xiao was that strong? A casual punch sent Wang Heng, using a core Eagle Sect technique, flying?
It was unbelievable!
Even the Martial King elder looked shocked. He’d thought Wang Heng, if not victorious, would at least hold his own. Yet this outcome?
Wang Heng was so helpless before Lin Xiao!
This top kill point youth was no pushover!
“Pfft!” Dust rose as Wang Heng hit the ground.
Reeling, his blood churned, palm throbbing. Staring at Lin Xiao, still standing unmoved, Wang Heng’s face twisted in disbelief.
Lin Xiao, this strong? How?
“Heh!” Lin Xiao, unfazed by their shock, smiled faintly. “Hand over your stuff.”
“You!” Wang Heng fumed, nearly spitting blood. Being robbed by Lin Xiao was an insult.
“Hmph, Lin Xiao, think you can just rob anyone?” A youth barked, threatening, “The academy says non-same-realm fights are restricted, but robbing a fellow disciple’s stuff counts as an offense. Shengyuan Academy won’t care!”
“Oh?” Lin Xiao frowned. That was unexpected. He’d thought defeating a same-realm opponent meant free rein to loot, but he’d misjudged.
“Ahem!” The Martial King elder coughed awkwardly, addressing Lin Xiao. “Little Brother Lin Xiao, my apologies. Wang Heng’s items are Eagle Sect secrets—they can’t be given to you.”
“So, if he’d won, he’d take all my stuff, but losing costs him nothing?” Lin Xiao’s face flashed with sarcasm, eyes tinged with displeasure.
“The martial world’s dog-eat-dog, and Saint City’s no different. That’s how it goes, but…”
The elder, embarrassed, continued, “Our Eagle Sect doesn’t want to offend you. Let’s call it a spar.”
He turned to Wang Heng. “A bet’s a bet. Give Lin Xiao ten Martial King essence pills as compensation.”
“I!” Wang Heng’s face soured. The elder could’ve ignored Lin Xiao’s claim—Lin Xiao couldn’t force them. But with the elder’s word, how could he refuse? Strength ruled, and even if Lin Xiao beat him senseless, the elder couldn’t intervene.
“Here!” Wang Heng flung ten Martial King essence pills at Lin Xiao.
Lin Xiao caught them with a wave.
They were rightfully his—he’d take them. He’d long run out of essence pills and needed these.
But aiming to rob all his stuff, only to lose and cough up ten pills? Wasn’t that a bit cheap?
