The Hooligan in Another World

Chapter 171 I Don't Pretend

“Wait a minute! I’m still not doing my job. I’m training in magic. Wait for me to put on my magic robe.” During this period of time, Lin Feng had worn ordinary clothes. Now that he was planning to show himself in a high-profile manner, he might as well do it in a high-profile manner.

Lin Feng pointed the Sky-Splitting Spear at the ground and opened the bag on his back. He took out a white robe and put it on, slowly tying up the two belts of his previous body.

"That's enough." Lin Feng reached out and grabbed the Sky-Splitting Spear beside him, waving it behind him. Now, Lin Feng was wearing a Three-moon Two-star robe, and holding the Sky-Splitting Spear in his hand, as coquettish as it could be.

“You are a mage?” Xin Biao said in shock. He had seen mages before, but he had never seen such a young one. He had never seen mages with spears, but Lin Feng’s current situation shattered Xin Biao’s and Meng He’s understanding of mages. There were quite a few mages in the Po Jun Sect, and this Grand Martial in front of him was also a mage. But seeing a mage wearing a light magic robe and holding a spear was too shocking.

Seeing everyone’s shocked gazes, Lin Feng’s vanity was greatly satisfied. Normally, he wouldn’t act.

“En, I was originally testing for the early-stage of Mage. However, they insisted that I was a mid-stage Mage, so I had no choice but to wear this.” Lin Feng put on a dissatisfied expression.

“All right, I’ll admit defeat right now if you cast a rank 5 light magic.” Xin Biao bowed.

Xin Biao knew that if he was a true mid-rank Mage, then as an early-rank Combat King, he would definitely not be a match for him! This would prevent him from losing face.

Lin Feng was a little speechless. The white mage robe was cool, but he didn't study light and dark magic. Why didn't he think of this at the beginning? He touched the back of his head with his left hand and said helplessly, "Can you admit defeat if I cast another magic? I can’t cast light."

"You really can't?" Xin Biao could tell that Lin Feng's robe was real, definitely not fake.

“I really don’t know how to do that.” Lin Feng was speechless. Damn it, the conversation of his previous life were all useless. “I want to use it too, but I really couldn’t. There is nothing I could do.”

"The robe is real, but it shouldn't be on you." Xin Biao felt as if he had been toyed with.

“You won’t believe me even if I say it’s mine. If you’re still not telling me to leave, then let’s do it.” Lin Feng knew that everything he said would be useless. In any case, he had decided to make a big scene today and Xin Biao admitting defeat would make things even harder for him.

“Please,” Xin Biao said as he pulled out the four-foot-long, three-inch wide saber from his back.

“Then I’ll do it.” Lin Feng stomped on the ground and rose into the air. The Sky Cracking Spear in his hand slashed towards Xin Biao’s head.

Xin Biao was stunned. Why didn’t this guy say a few polite words to him before making a move? Seeing Lin Feng’s swift and fierce attacks, he could only use his battle knife to block.

"Ding!" With a crisp sound, Xin Biao was knocked back by Lin Feng's spear, and a gap of more than an inch deep appeared in the saber in his hand.

Lin Feng was not going to let him off so easily. If he wanted to attract the attention of others, then he would have to do it in a high-profile to the end. He activated the Level 5 Wind Walking Technique in his left hand and his body quickly approached Xin Biao. Sky Cracking Spear snatched at Xin Biao’s previous body like a dragon.

After a round of fighting, the onlookers were shocked. The disciples recruited by the Po Jun Sect had been listening to the short fat Meng He’s bragging all the way. Xin Biao used to be the first master among the outer disciples. After practicing to the third level, he joined the inner core, but he was forced to retreat by someone else.

Chen Tianlin stood up. Originally, when Lin Feng started to bicker with Meng He, he thought that Lin Feng was a rich playboy from the secular world’s family.

However, when Lin Feng bowed to him, Chen Tianlin's impression of Lin Feng had changed. No matter what this playboy looked like, at least he was a polite playboy. When Lin Feng took out the magic robe, Chen Tianlin was shocked. Others might not know, but Chen Tianlin knew that this magic robe was definitely Lin Feng's, because the Magic Association would not give out magic robes at random. It was lending? Impossible. A magician would not lend his robe as a symbol to others, because it was an insult to magic.

Stealing? That was even more impossible. How could a Three-moon Two-star mage lose his mage robe? That was a joke. When Lin Feng said he didn’t know light magic, Chen Tianlin was only slightly suspicious and couldn’t understand it. Hence, he didn’t take it seriously. However, what Lin Feng had just used was the authentic rank 5 spell, Windwalk.

After Lin Feng increased his speed, Xin Biao was suppressed by Lin Feng. He couldn't attack Lin Feng even if he wanted to, because Lin Feng's speed was too fast.

"Ding! Ding!" The sound of weapons clashing kept ringing out. Iron scraps flew in all directions. The knife in Xin Biao's hand was chopped wildly by Lin Feng, turning into a saw.

“Little thief, you need to be polite.” Meng He, seeing that his senior brother was at a disadvantage, lifted his warblade and charged towards the two of them.

“F*ck, you damn fatty, you are really shameless. However, I will teach a good lesson.” After saying that, Lin Feng held his spear in one hand and attacked Xin Biao. His remaining left hand performed a Level 5 Marsh Spell in front of Meng He. Next, a wind blade and a fireball were launched towards the incoming fatty.

Chen Tianlin’s eyes lit up. They had searched high and low for a good disciple and found him without much effort. Why had they come down the mountain this time? Wasn’t it for the sake of finding talented disciples? If the one in front of him wasn’t suitable right now, where would they find a suitable one? However, this fellow’s temper wasn’t very good, so he definitely couldn’t afford to provoke trouble. However, having the ability to provoke trouble wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

The fat man was good at martial arts. He weighed a lot, but he was still very flexible, so he jumped to dodge.

“Damn fatty, you’re still not convinced? I’m going to use my big move now!” Lin Feng yelled arrogantly as he cut down Xin Biao.

“Meng He, retreat!” Xin Biao shouted anxiously. Xin Biao knew that the two of them were not Lin Feng’s match. Even now, he still did not have the strength to fight back, and Lin Feng had not used any combat skills.

“Senior brother, I must chop this bastard up today.” Fatty Meng He jumped and dodged while still wanting to charge forward.

“Damn it, it’s not over yet, is it? Shameless, aren’t it? Watch my Group Thunders.” Lin Feng waved his hand and the group of thunders descended between him and the short fatty. Turning around, he used Ardent Fire to repel Xin Biao.

He glanced at the short fat man, removed the long spear, carried it on his back, and walked out casually. When he came to the short fat man's side, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be too pretentious in the future. It's easy to be struck by lightning. I'll let you go today, but remember next time when you see me, you have to take a detour."

The short fat man was really frightened by Lin Feng. Just now, that was the f*cking sixth-level Group Thunder Magic. If it fell on him, he would be dead?

“Please wait!” Chen Tianlin spoke.

Lin Feng knew that this was the real leader, and it was also the target he wanted to attract.

“Senior, is there anything else?” Lin Feng turned to look at Chen Tianlin with a look of vigilance.

"I heard that you came out to find a famous teacher. May I ask who you used to cultivate with?" Chen Tianlin asked his question.

“Two schools in our Kingdom. But I graduated when I reached the Third Order. This time, I’m out to see if I can meet a Magic Immortal or Combat Immortal have a teacher, but I have not even seen a Combat God or Magic Lord.” Lin Feng pursed his lips.

“Come with me then, I’ll introduce you to someone. Combat God and Magic Lord, you can pick whichever you want.” Chen Tianlin threw out the bait.

“Uncle Master, you can’t. He just insulted us.” The short fatty, Meng He, was unwilling.

Just as Meng He spoke, Xin Biao knew something bad was going to happen.

“There’s no need for your nonsense.” With a wave of his sleeve, a water dragon knocked Meng He over. Chen Tianlin was already very dissatisfied with Meng He.

“No Magic Immortal or Combat Immortal?” Lin Feng asked shamelessly.

If Meng He had asked this question, Chen Tianlin would have crushed him. Even Lin Feng’s asking made Chen Tianhe’s face turned unpleasant. What was going on? Was Magic Immortal or Combat Immortal everywhere?

Seeing that Chen Tianlin was in a dilemma, Lin Feng knew he should stop before going too far. He pointed at Meng He and said, "But Magic Immortal and Combat Immortal are not bad. How about their character? If they are like him, then forget it."

How many years had it been since someone dared to speak to Chen Tianhe like this? The brat in front of him simply didn’t put him in his eyes. However, Chen Tianlin wasn’t unhappy. Instead, he felt happy. This was a talent. If other old fellows saw this, wouldn’t they fight over him with him? Even if they tried to coax him, they would have to coax this brat back.

Chen Tianlin, who found it funny, pointed at Meng He and said, "Do you think I am the same as him?"

“No, you seem different.” Lin Feng nodded.

Chen Tianlin wanted to curse. What did he mean by that? Was he on the same level as that fat man?

"Come with me! I'll find you a satisfactory master." Chen Tianlin decided that even if he had to tie Lin Feng up, he would do it.

“You aren’t trying to swindle me, are you?” Lin Feng said, shrinking his neck. He was indeed feeling very happy. He had achieved his objective. However, he must not let this old fellow get what he wanted so easily. Lin Feng wanted to take advantage of the situation. He did not know that Chen Tianlin had made up his mind to snatch him away.

“Do you think I’m that person?” Chen Tianlin asked with a smile. He didn’t know at all that the disciples following him were all surprised. Was this still the strict Uncle Master?

Xin Biao was also a little stunned. It should be noted that Chen Tianlin was the Enforcement Elder of the sect, one of the giants of the entire sect. How could he smile in front of others?

“I’ll think about it, I’ll think about it.” Lin Feng cocked his head and pretended to think to see if he could extort some benefits.

Chen Tianlin was also thinking, "What the f*ck, you dare to not agree with me?"

The time had arrived! Flowers! Flowers! There are flowers smashing about! Bro’s flowers are in a miserable state, they are nowhere to be seen! Wu wu wu wu wu wu!