Translator: Transn Editor: Transn When he heard hurried footsteps, Qin Feng retracted his palms. His eyes were filled with anticipation for today's swordplay.
The person who was escorting Qin Feng to the swordplay field was no longer the steward, Zhou Lei. Zhou Lei had already been sent to hell by Qin Feng.
The person who was escorting Qin Feng out was the Qin family's new steward, Zhang Lin.
This person was similar to Zhou Lei. They were both people who bullied the weak and feared the weak.
To be honest, Qin Feng had suffered a lot in his hands.
"Bang!"
Just like Zhou Lei, Zhang Lin kicked open the door to Qin Feng's cell. His face was filled with arrogance as he roared, "Get up! Get up! It's time to get rid of your itch!"
Zhang Lin kicked open the cell door as usual and walked in to reprimand Qin Feng. Then, he kicked Qin Feng on the ground as usual and roared, "Qin Feng, you damned Sword Slave! If I break your boots, you won't be able to pay for it even with your life!"
Zhang Lin, who was shouting angrily, thought that Qin Feng would be kicked by him again and again like before. Apart from being a steward who bullied others, he was also a famous miser in Cangzhou City. He was a person who was greedy for money.
Qin Feng, who had returned to the path of the sword, could not tolerate a petty and despicable person who was merely a miser. Suddenly, he stood up from the ground, stretched out his fists, and punched the space between Zhang Lin's eyebrows.
With a bang, Zhang Lin, who did not know what had happened, was already hit by Qin Feng's fists. Blood flowed from his nose.
As the fist landed, Qin Feng's face was filled with anger. The scenes of him being humiliated and disdained by Zhang Lin flashed before his eyes.
Pop pop pop!
The resentment and anger that had been suppressed for more than three years were on the verge of exploding at this moment. Qin Feng's palms slapped Zhang Lin's face a few more times, and the last punch hit his jaw. With a puff, Zhang Lin spurted out blood and bile from his mouth.
"Qin Feng! You Sword Slave, how dare you hit me! I'm going to report this to Young Master and have him kill you! "
"Kill me!" Qin Feng glared at Zhang Lin, who was trembling from head to toe. He snorted coldly and said, "Zhang Lin, why don't you think about what day it is today?"
Zhang Lin was trembling from head to toe. His eyes were filled with astonishment as he said, "What day is today?!"
"Today is the second day before the Sword Test Day!" Qin Feng roared angrily, and before Zhang Lin could react, he kicked him into the corridor outside the prison cell.
"Qin Feng, you …" Zhang Lin's face was deathly pale, and he looked at Qin Feng with a pair of astonished eyes. He fell to the ground and fainted.
"Hmph! Bullying others with your power, you deserve to be beaten! "Qin Feng glared at Zhang Lin, turned around, and walked out of the prison cell alone, walking towards the sword practice field.
"Everyone look, Qin Feng actually came alone today!"
Among the followers of the Qin family's Young Master, who were standing on both sides of the practice field, someone first saw Qin Feng walking towards the practice field and let out a cry of surprise.
Under everyone's astonished gazes, Qin Feng walked onto the practice field.
"Oh! He really came alone. Could it be that he's addicted to being a Sword Slave, and his skin itches if he doesn't get beaten for a day? "
"That must be it. He's a typical slave! Three years ago he was a Great Sword Master, and now he's a Great Sword Slave! "
"Qin Feng, our Great Sword Master, how does it feel to be a Sword Slave? I guess it must be great, getting beaten every day!" The one who spoke was Qin Ming. At this time, he pinched Qin Feng's shoulder, and pretended to be serious as he said, "Brothers, it seems that we have to talk to the kitchen. Look at our Great Sword Master's bones, they need to be nourished, or else they'll become skin and bones. If we beat them every day, their fists won't be able to take it!"
"Nourishing, it will definitely be very nourishing. We eat chicken bones every day, and we have plenty of meat bones. Today, we will have Zhang Lin send someone to pick them up and boil them into bone soup. It will be a great tonic for our Great Sword Master!"
As soon as he finished speaking, they burst into laughter.
"Don't be complacent! My Great Circulatory Cycle of Cultivation has been completed, and now I only lack the final forging. After you beat me, it will be the time for me to break through to Sword Master. At that time, I'll let you have a taste of being beaten! "Qin Feng muttered to himself, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
As it turned out, although Qin Feng had already cultivated the Great Heavenly Cycle of the Way of the Sword, because he didn't have the remnant of the Sinking Dragon Sword, in order to successfully break through to the Sword Master realm, he still needed external energy to forge it before he could officially become a Sword Master. Only with the power of a Sword Master would he be able to fight against these Qin clan disciples who were only at the Sword Master realm.
After a while of ridicule, the disciples of the Qin family began to draw lots to compete for Qin Feng to become their Sword Slave.
This time, after they drew lots, Qin Feng was caught by the big guy and became his Sword Slave.
"Qin Feng! Did you know? I haven't hit you for seven days, and my hands are itchy. I miss the feeling of hitting you, it's so satisfying! "
While Qin Ming was still talking, he fiercely punched towards Qin Feng's Dantian. With a bang, Qin Feng's Dantian seemed to have exploded.
"Satisfying! Truly satisfying, the taste of fighting a Great Swords Master is truly different! "After the arrogant Qin Ming punched out, he began to attack continuously, banging on Qin Feng's Dantian.
Just after Qin Ming used the power of a Grade 1 Sword Master to hit Qin Feng's Dantian.
Qin Feng only heard a thunderous explosion in his Dantian. At this moment, his face was filled with excitement. The fourth Dragon Vein of the Sinking Dragon Sword had finally awakened under the impact of Qin Ming's power.
At this moment, Qin Feng was extremely excited. He was secretly excited, "Sword Master, I've finally become a Sword Master. Qin Ming, come, I'll let you have a taste of the true Way of the Sword!"
After Qin Ming continuously hit Qin Feng, he pretended to blow on his fists. He deliberately sighed and said, "Fists, fists, it's been hard on you. You're not hurt, are you? Beating a Great Sword Master is really satisfying! "
"Really? If you have the guts, try hitting me again! "
Qin Feng's eyes were full of spirit, and his words were as loud as thunder, resounding through the entire Sword Practice Field.
His fists were already clenched so tightly that creaking sounds could be heard. The Sword Qi in his Dantian had already condensed into a ball, waiting for Qin Ming to get close to him so that he could break the shackles and counterattack.
"What! Qin Feng dares to say such disgraceful words! "
Everyone present, the Qin family's Young Master, his followers, and the Sword Slave with the same status as Qin Feng.
When they suddenly heard Qin Feng say such disrespectful words to the Qin family's Young Master, all of the Sword Practitioners stopped.
They all knew that sword slaves had the lowest status in the entire Cangzhou Province. They didn't have the right to live, and they didn't have any dignity. Killing a sword slave in Cangzhou City was as common as killing a dog.
It had been three years. Qin Feng had been treated as a Sword Slave in the Sword Practice Field and had been beaten up for three years.
In these three years, Qin Feng had not spoken a single word from start to finish.
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