Urban All-Round Master

Capítulo 1243: Chapter 1277: Grown-Ups Are Talking, Kids Shouldn’t Interrupt

“But this is faith!”

Lin Zifeng said lightly, “Without faith, everything is zero!”

Of course Lin Zifeng understands this, but he knows that even after thousands of years in Zhonghua, people still worship these divine beings. It’s not that there aren’t wise ones who say the divine is false, but it’s not about the lack of wise people analyzing it—it’s a matter of faith that cannot be changed.

What the masses choose is the best!

“But this so-called faith is too deceitful! Our Yamato people don’t need such faith!”

Monet Yun argued forcefully.

“Then relying solely on your own strength, do you wish to change it?” Lin Zifeng asked.

He could see that this woman had quite an ambition, paying attention even to the issue of faith.

Everyone knows that faith is something that fundamentally cannot be changed, unless all the believers are killed!

Of course, killing believers is impossible, changing people’s faith requires the effort of several generations.

In ancient times, wasn’t Emperor Qin burning books and burying scholars just to change the issue of faith?

“Mr. Lin, don’t misunderstand, that’s not what I meant. I just wanted to say, guarding against Jipu Qingtian is no harm to you.” Monet Yun no longer wished to hold anything back, directly expressing her thoughts.

After all, the words had reached this point, and if she bet on this man and truly lost, it would be her fate.

“Oh! Why is Monet Yun with a man over there?”

Just as Lin Zifeng and Monet Yun were immersed in their clash, on the other side of Mount Fuji, a few young people dressed as Nightmare Masters noticed them.

“Yeah, why is Monet Yun with that kid?”

Someone else questioned.

“Do you know him?”

The tall young man leading them turned around and asked.

“Not really, I’ve just heard Jipu Bui mention this person, supposedly very formidable, even Bui was defeated by him—he’s a martial arts person.”

“Bui was defeated by him? A martial arts person?”

“Yes. I heard something like his name is Lin Zifeng, apparently he was once a mercenary at Heavenly Gate k-. But later, this guy wiped out Heavenly Gate, even drove off their Sect Leader.”

“It’s him! The k-9 Death God?”

The leading man evidently recognized Lin Zifeng; his heart trembled, as if a raging hatred couldn’t be released.

“Ziyi, do you know him?”

The nearby Nightmare Masters all noticed the hatred in Jipu Ziyi’s eyes.

“More than just knowing him, my two good brothers died at his hands. Indeed, fate favors those with determination, painstaking efforts are not necessary for achieving good results!”

Jipu Ziyi said through clenched teeth.

Back in Zhonghai, Lin Zifeng had killed a young Nightmare Master, and later during his time in the Dragon Roar Gang, he also trapped and killed a Nightmare Master. However, those two Nightmare Masters were Jipu Ziyi’s good brothers!

This truly made it a case of enemies meeting unexpectedly.

They noticed Lin Zifeng over there, so they began walking towards him in large strides.

“Ziyi, were your two brothers really killed by him?” The followers behind were shocked when they heard Jipu Ziyi say Lin Zifeng had killed their brothers.

Jipu Ziyi and Jipu Bui were genius figures among the Yin-Yang Dao Illusionists, though not top-tier geniuses, they were indeed extraordinary talents.

Having competed with Jipu Bui for so many years, Jipu Ziyi had never been defeated.

Hearing Jipu Bui praise someone like this made Jipu Ziyi even more eager to challenge this guy.

“Oh, isn’t this Miss Monet Yun? What’s this? Isn’t this the famous Heavenly Gate k-9 Death God? What’s Death God doing at our Jipu Family? Quite the guest!”

Jipu Ziyi slowly surrounded them with many Nightmare Masters.

“Ziyi, don’t be like this!”

Monet Yun frowned slightly, knowing the character of Jipu Ziyi, the eldest son of a Yin Path elder in the Jipu Family, a dissolute person.

In modern terms, it would be akin to the term “rich second generation.”

Most importantly, Jipu Ziyi also had feelings of admiration for Monet Yun. Years ago, Jipu Ziyi had confessed to Monet Yun, but she rejected him coldly and shattered his heart.

Later, Jipu Ziyi did not give up, desperately pursuing Monet Yun like a mad dog, ending in sorrow.

Monet Yun even went to great lengths to avoid Jipu Ziyi’s crazed pursuit.

Monet Yun wasn’t part of the Jipu Family. She was cultivated by the family from a young age, naturally, within the Jipu Family, her status wasn’t as high as Jipu Ziyi or Jipu Bui.

So she wants change, she wants struggle, she wants to change her fate and doesn’t hope to end up a sacrifice in the martial arts world when some elder’s son grows up.

“Why? Did I say something wrong?”

Jipu Ziyi’s face was unfriendly, his cold gaze fell on Lin Zifeng, trying to highlight his superiority through Lin Zifeng.

“This is our Jipu Family’s esteemed guest, Mr. Lin. Please speak politely to Mr. Lin. Otherwise, the leader will surely not let you off easily!”

“Don’t use the leader to intimidate me! My father is an Illusionist elder, even if the leader wants to deal with me, he’ll have to consult my father first.” Jipu Ziyi said emotionally, especially seeing Monet Yun close to this kid made a nameless fire surge within him.

“You…!”

Monet Yun’s blushing face changed dramatically, already unable to communicate with Jipu Ziyi.

Jipu Ziyi’s father was a highly esteemed Yin Path Illusionist elder, and his own talent was at a genius level within the family.

Possessing unimaginable infinite potential.

His status within the family was naturally high.

“Should I call you Death God or Mr. Lin?” Jipu Ziyi glared at Lin Zifeng with murderous intent.

If possible, he really wanted to tear this guy apart on the spot.

Lin Zifeng, on the other hand, simply smiled lightly.

“I’m sorry, you can speak to me like this, but please be polite when talking to my friend.” Lin Zifeng didn’t mind how others treated him, but he had the bad habit of being extremely protective, disliking anyone bullying his friends and family.

“Who do you think you are, speaking for Monet Yun, do you belong here?”

At this time, a guy resembling a little follower behind Jipu Ziyi pointed at Lin Zifeng’s nose and cursed.

“Ah…!!!”

But as soon as he finished speaking, a wretched scream rang out.

“Did anyone teach you that when adults are talking, kids shouldn’t interrupt?” Lin Zifeng smiled, taking on the guise of an elder. In reality, the Nightmare Master whose finger was crushed was about the same age as him, and being humiliated like this almost made him pass out from anger.

“You…!”

The guy whose finger was crushed was in such pain that his face turned green.