I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 61 Frontier

For several heartbeats, no one could process what their eyes were telling them.

Slowly, Li Tianhao pushed himself up from the ground, his movements stiff and unsteady.

Dust clung to his robes, and his once-proud posture now looked awkward and broken.

A clear, vivid red palm print was already branded across his left cheek, standing out painfully against his pale skin.

His chest heaved violently as rage surged through him.

He opened his mouth, ready to unleash a furious roar that would shake the arena and tear Lin Feng to pieces...

...but then, he froze.

Something fell from his mouth.

Thud.

A tooth from the center of his upper front teeth hit the ground and bounced once before coming to a stop.

The sound itself was soft, almost insignificant, yet in Li Tianhao’s ears, it rang louder than thunder.

It echoed like a hammer smashing into his pride, his dignity, and his unshakable belief in his own superiority.

The crowd stared, wide-eyed, some covering their mouths, others unconsciously stepping back.

No one laughed. No one spoke.

"Lin Feng!" Li Tianhao roared in blind fury.

Spit and saliva sprayed from his mouth, splattering across the platform, and his once-handsome face now looked almost ridiculous with a glaring gap where a tooth had been.

"I must remind you not to scream too loudly, Teacher Li Tianhao," Lin Feng said calmly, his tone unhurried and almost bored.

"Otherwise, you may face consequences you’d very much prefer to avoid."

Barely a breath after those words left his lips, another tooth from Li Tianhao’s upper row of teeth loosened and dropped.

One lonely tooth up front now hung crookedly where two had just fallen, making his furious expression look strangely pitiful, even tragic.

Thud.

The second tooth hit the ground.

Li Tianhao’s eyes widened for a split second before his rage exploded.

"Ahhhhh!" he screamed, his voice cracking as blood and spit mixed at the corners of his mouth.

In a fit of madness, he reached into his storage ring and pulled out his sword, the blade flashing coldly in the sunlight.

Without hesitation, he charged toward Lin Feng, his killing intent surging wildly as he planned to chop him into pieces.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

With every few meters he ran, another tooth dropped from his mouth, falling one by one as if even his own body were rebelling against him.

Each soft impact on the stone echoed loudly in the stunned silence of the arena.

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

Some disciples stared in horror, others in disbelief, and a few even winced, unable to look directly at such a humiliating sight.

"Hmmm... not unusual at all," Lin Feng said, shaking his head slightly.

"You’re not only evil... you’re also as dumb as a fart. And I reckon you don’t love having your teeth around that much."

Li Tianhao’s eyes burned red as he swung his sword wildly, his movements growing more desperate and unstable by the second.

Pak!

Three breaths later, another resounding slap rang through the arena, loud and sharp, as if mocking his fury.

His body spun sideways, blood spraying through the air, and the crowd was once again plunged into stunned silence.

"How the hell is Lin Feng doing all this?!" someone shouted in disbelief.

"Are the rumors really true?" another voice cried out in fear. "Is Lin Feng really a great witch?!"

The crowd was in complete uproar.

Terror, confusion, awe... every emotion surged through the audience at once.

They simply could not comprehend what they were witnessing.

Leapfrogging one level above your opponent was already considered extraordinary.

But doing so against someone several realms higher?

That was nothing short of a miracle.

Most of the people present had no idea how Lin Feng was accomplishing this.

To them, it looked like pure sorcery... impossible, unnatural, and terrifying.

But among the thousands watching, there were a few whose eyes were sharper, whose experience allowed them to glimpse the truth behind the chaos.

"Impressive..." an old man muttered softly, his gaze fixed on the arena.

He stood beside a younger man, clearly his disciple, who was staring wide-eyed at the scene.

"This kid," the old man continued, "is doing it by identifying every single flaw in Li Tianhao’s techniques and delivering his counters at the exact moment... just a heartbeat before he would have been struck."

The disciple frowned in confusion.

"But... isn’t that easy to do, Master?" he asked hesitantly. "If you’re always one step ahead of your enemy, then countering should be as natural as breathing, right?"

The old man burst into laughter. "Hahaha! You still have a lot of rice left to eat before you understand how foolish that statement is, my young disciple."

Seeing the confusion on his disciple’s face, the old man’s expression grew serious.

"Yes, what you said would be true if Lin Feng were facing someone of the same level... same stage, same realm. In that situation, reading movements and countering would indeed be simple," he explained. "But against someone vastly stronger, someone who is faster, tougher, and far more powerful..."

He paused, then continued slowly, "What Lin Feng is doing right now is no different from walking directly into the jaws of death with every exchange."

The disciple’s eyes widened.

"Every single time he moves, he is placing his life on the line," the old man said gravely.

"One tiny mistake... just one misjudgment, one delayed reaction, one wrong step and he would be dead. There would be no second chance."

He let out a slow breath, his eyes filled with admiration. "This kind of composure, insight, and courage at such a young age... it’s rare. Extremely rare."

The old man nodded slowly. "This Lin Feng will go far in life... if he doesn’t die young."

The disciple bowed his head respectfully. "I understand now, Master. Thank you for your guidance."

From that moment on, he no longer looked at Lin Feng as merely a teacher or a low level cultivator but as a true expert worthy of respect and admiration.

A minute later, Li Tianhao staggered back to his feet, now bearing a matching slap mark on his other cheek.

He opened his mouth to roar in fury once more but immediately shut it, realizing there were no teeth left to shout with.

He wanted to cry.

He wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole, to escape the unbearable humiliation he was enduring in front of everyone.

With no other recourse, Li Tianhao could only stare at Lin Feng with pure hatred.

If looks could kill, Lin Feng would have already been murdered a million times over by the razor-sharp glare in Li Tianhao’s eyes.

It was also at this moment that someone finally intervened in the match.

"What are you doing, Tianhao?! Your opponent is slow and weak! Attack him from afar, you dumb toothless snail! If you disgrace our Li Clan like this, don’t you dare show your face on our clan grounds ever again!"