I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 202 My Heavenly Rod Is Too Heavy for Your Gate

Where Guo Han stood with his entire arm raised and ready, muscles tightly coiled with explosive power, Lin Feng rely lifted the smallest finger on his hand... his pinky.

The difference between the two stances was so absurd that for a brief mont the entire area fell silent.

Then a collective murmur rippled through the crowd like a wave.

So drunken people covered their mouths in disbelief, their eyes wide as if they had just witnessed sothing impossible.

Others rubbed their eyes repeatedly, wondering if they had sohow seen it wrong.

A few even shook their heads with wry smiles, convinced that Lin Feng must be joking.

Using a pinky finger to face a full powered arm strength from the Great Guo Han?

To them it looked less like a contest and more like a scene from a cody play.

"Is ntor Lin Feng for real?" one man whispered, his voice filled with confusion.

"I don’t know," another replied while staring at Lin Feng’s calm expression. "But judging from the look on his face, he seems completely relaxed and calm and ready. Maybe he really intends to compete with just that finger."

A third man scratched his head and leaned forward slightly, curiosity burning in his eyes.

"After everything that has happened these past few days, would you really be surprised anymore? Lin Feng has already done so many unbelievable things. At this point, even if soone told he could pluck the stars from the sky, I might start believing it."

The surrounding drunk n nodded subconsciously.

Indeed, Lin Feng’s recent feats had already shaken their understanding again and again.

Every ti people thought they had finally figured out his limits, he would casually do sothing even more shocking.

"I believe so too," another person said with a laugh. "Judging from Lin Feng’s list of accomplishnts these past few days, I would even believe it if soone told Lin Feng could already shit gold."

Several people burst out laughing at that crude remark, yet no one truly refuted it.

In fact, many of them secretly felt the sa.

If it were soone else standing there with only a pinky finger raised, they would have already concluded that the person had gone mad.

But when the person doing it was Lin Feng, doubt strangely began to fade and curiosity took its place.

More and more big n leaned forward, their eyes fixed on the scene, eager to see what would happen next.

The whispers continued to spread through the crowd, but one thing had clearly changed.

Despite how ridiculous the situation looked, more people now believed in Lin Feng than doubted him.

Listening to the people talk among themselves, the great Guo Han’s expression gradually turned uglier and uglier.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and the veins on his forehead faintly bulged as he listened to the crowd whispering and laughing.

He felt mocked.

Worse still, he felt underestimated.

Since his rise to fa many years ago, no one had ever dared treat him this way.

Wherever he went, his reputation as the Great Guo Han preceded him.

His strength was well known, and countless cultivators had witnessed the destructive force behind his techniques and unimaginable physical prowess.

Because of that, people either treated him with great respect or with cautious fear.

There had never been a middle ground.

Yet today, in front of dozens of watching eyes, a young man stood before him with nothing but a raised pinky finger as if he were casually swatting away a fly.

To Guo Han, it felt like a public humiliation.

The more the crowd whispered, the darker his face beca.

His fists slowly clenched, and the air around him grew heavier as a faint aura of pressure leaked from his body.

"Are you perhaps making a fool out of , Young Master Lin Feng?" Guo Han finally said, his voice low and strained.

Each word was squeezed through tightly gritted teeth.

"Please act accordingly. I advise you to take this seriously. Otherwise I cannot promise that you will not be injured if you continue acting so foolishly."

Although his words sounded sowhat polite, the anger behind them was obvious to everyone present.

Guo Han was already doing his best to restrain himself.

If the person standing before him had been anyone else, he might have already attacked without warning.

However, Lin Feng remained completely calm.

His expression did not change in the slightest.

There was no trace of anger, embarrassnt, or even the smallest hint of nervousness.

Instead he looked almost relaxed, as if he were casually chatting with a friend rather than standing before an irritated expert.

"I’m not belittling you at all, my new friend Guo Han," Lin Feng said leisurely.

His tone was light, almost friendly.

"In fact, I am already giving you more respect than you think."

A few n blinked in confusion when they heard that.

Respect?

Where was the respect in competing against soone with a pinky finger?

But Lin Feng continued speaking calmly.

"If I truly intended to belittle you," he said with a faint smile, "I would simply breathe in your direction. That alone would be more than enough to make you surrender."

The mont those words left his mouth, several people in the crowd nearly choked.

So stared at Lin Feng with wide eyes while others exchanged strange looks.

That sentence alone was so arrogant that it sounded almost ridiculous.

Yet strangely enough, after witnessing Lin Feng’s recent miracles, many of them could not imdiately dismiss it as nonsense.

Lin Feng slowly waved his hand as if brushing aside an unimportant matter.

"So let us not waste any more ti and begin now," he continued casually. "Once our little friendly ga starts, you will naturally understand what I ant."

Guo Han’s eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at Lin Feng.

The calm confidence in the young man’s voice made his anger grow even stronger.

Lin Feng then paused for a mont before adding sothing else.

"But before we start, allow to give you a small piece of advice."