“Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun, today I was able to come…” Lin Feng, naturally, dared not tell her about the old witch. Seeing her spirits gradually improving, he knew she was quite capable in martial arts. Under normal circumstances, common thugs and rogues would not be her match. Gritting his teeth, he instructed her to stay put and not move around carelessly. Then, he pulled out a submachine gun and handed it to Wang Xiaoyun, explaining its use to her. After turning his back, he injected himself with three adrenaline shots and then dashed off like the wind. “A submachine gun?” Lin Feng’s unexpected action once again widened Wang Xiaoyun’s eyes in surprise. Just moments ago, when he was carrying her away, he had nothing else in his hands; she thought he had already discarded the gun on the mountain. “Sly guy, really cunning,” she thought, but before she could ask where the gun came from, he was already far away. At that moment, Wang Xiaoyun had just begun to calm down. Honestly, she didn’t want Lin Feng to leave, but saving lives was the priority, so she had to muster more strength. With a real weapon in hand, she felt more at ease.
As for Lin Feng, he rushed back the way he came like the wind. From afar, he spotted seven or eight burly men with firearms lurking nearby. At the entrance of the stone cave where the bloodstained scene was, Li Xiangdong and four other corpses were nowhere to be seen. This scene inevitably reminded Lin Feng of the strange incident a few days ago when he had killed seven hooligans in anger. Moreover, when he had shot and killed Li Xiangdong and his group, he had heard a series of system prompts… an elite level wild monster, four regular wild monsters. Killing people was like slaying monsters? Lin Feng found this extremely bizarre, but the current situation left little room for deep thought. He cleared his mind, looking for an opportunity to strike.
In front of the cave where six female students were held, armed bandits were now guarding the entrance, their demeanor unusually alert. However, what worried Lin Feng the most was the absence of the old witch; instead, the various bosses he had seen in surveillance mode were present nearby. These men were commanding their underlings, creating a facade of strength, as if they believed a large number of armed police were hiding inside the mountain, ready to burst out at any moment.
With no sign of the formidable characters, Lin Feng dared not make a rash move and hid in a concealed spot, waiting for the right moment. The best outcome would be to execute another diversion, drawing the bandits away. According to Xiaoyun’s estimate, the six girls inside had at most half an hour before they would fully recover and break free from the soul-capturing spell. If they acted rashly then, who knows if the bandits would show any mercy? Damn it!
An hour ago, when deciding to single-handedly storm Yuban Mountain and attack Li Xiangdong and his group, Lin Feng had sent a text message to Xu Xiaoman, informing her of the situation here. He wasn’t sure if she would receive it or believe it if she did. Initially, he wanted to sign off with his real name, but for some reason, his mind thought of his real name, yet the message was sent under his online alias ‘Ghost Hand Merciless.’ Whether Xu Xiaoman would take it seriously, only heaven knew. If the police could arrive in time, the pressure on his side would lessen, but time waits for no one, especially with such a terrifying old witch backing the enemies. If she went berserk, flattening the entire Yuban Mountain in moments was not out of the question!
While pondering, Lin Feng suddenly felt a warning sign and sensed a strong gust of wind attacking from behind. In a panic, he rolled to the side, just in time to hear a muffled bang. The huge boulder where he had been lying shattered, and stone fragments showered down, covering him in dust. A tall, long-armed giant had somehow appeared behind him.
P.S.: Cough, the collection numbers are soaring! As promised, if it exceeds four hundred, I’ll add an extra chapter, and if it goes over five hundred, cough, I’ll risk my life to write another chapter for all of you, dear readers. 118 – A desperate struggle
Lin Feng quickly leaped up, narrowly dodging the giant’s lethal kick. Only then did he recognize the man as the previously highly alert Scarface. The loud crack of the boulder shattering was due to this man’s forceful kick. What terrifying power!
Boom! Boom! Boom! …
Rock fragments flew everywhere as the small mountain top was blasted open in succession, like a quarry blasting stone. In reality, it was Scarface repeatedly attacking with his feet, targeting Lin Feng who was rolling on the ground like a gourd. Clearly, this man was also exceptionally skilled, having the advantage, and his attacks were relentless, leaving Lin Feng no chance to counterattack. Even more astonishing was his iron-like body, impervious to the hard rocks around, which shattered upon contact with his attacks. In no time, the entire small mountain top was nearly leveled, as if all the rocks were made of tofu by the heavens.
Lin Feng was horrified, feeling like a small boat in a stormy sea, helplessly seeking an escape route amidst the raging waves. In his haste, he grabbed anything at hand and threw it at Scarface without looking. Scarface, however, paid no heed, not even bothering to dodge. At that moment, Scarface was like an invincible ironclad war god, relentlessly advancing towards the beleaguered Lin Feng with simple yet powerful moves—lifting his foot to crush, swinging his fist to smash… He seemed intent on grinding Lin Feng into the ground, as if nothing less would satisfy his wrath.
Despite his desperate state, Lin Feng’s swift steps allowed him to evade immediate danger, but the terrain was limited, and if he continued to be forced back, he would soon fall off the cliff to his doom. Finally catching a moment to breathe, Lin Feng raised his gun to shoot, but Scarface had deliberately left an opening to lure him into stopping. As Lin Feng paused for a moment, Scarface suddenly swept his leg across, sending a ten-square-meter boulder flying towards Lin Feng. If Lin Feng chose to fire now, his bullets might hit, but being crushed by such a massive stone would be his end. Scarface grinned widely, his eyes glowing with an eerie light, identical to the strange scene when he faced Li Xiangdong before.
With his escape route completely blocked, Lin Feng had no choice but to charge at Scarface, using the submachine gun like a club to smash towards Scarface’s head. The scar-faced man showed no fear as the butt of the gun swept towards him. Grinning, he revealed a mouthful of steel teeth and gave Lin Feng a sinister smile before charging forward to meet Lin Feng’s advance head-on. Lin Feng knew better than to engage in direct combat; his lack of defense had always been his Achilles’ heel. A punch from an ordinary person was already unbearable for him, let alone a strike from this non-human who could split mountains with his hands and break stones with his feet. In a desperate moment, Lin Feng reactivated his Swift Wind Step, narrowly dodging through the gaps in his opponent’s punches and kicks in the nick of time.
