Bang—Boom, boom, boom— The massive rock emitted a loud noise as it tumbled down the cliff. The rumbling sound masked the peculiar noises made during the fierce combat between the two nearby. As Lin Feng tried to strike with his submachine gun while evading, it was effortlessly crushed by the opponent’s punch, bending like a piece of firewood. Lin Feng’s biggest disadvantage was his insufficient defense. He thought to himself, if he were to take even one or two hits from this guy, forget about saving others, who knows who would come to rescue him. Moreover, he had been caught off guard by the initial ambush, and although he dodged in time, his back was still grazed by the fist wind, leaving his flesh torn. He reached back to touch it, feeling the blood and flesh, indicating he had already sustained significant injuries.
The scar-faced man clearly wanted to deal with Lin Feng alone, this cop who had sneaked past him, tarnishing his reputation. He was intent on a silent, fierce fight without calling for backup, perhaps feeling embarrassed that someone had infiltrated his stronghold right under his nose. Since his opponent didn’t call for help, Lin Feng was more than happy to keep it that way, abandoning any thought of grabbing another gun to ambush him. Relying on the agility of his Swift Wind Step, Lin Feng managed to hold on for a while, gradually adapting to the opponent’s aggressive tactics. He thought to himself that such energy-consuming hard martial arts couldn’t possibly be maintained indefinitely.
Indeed, after prolonged attacks without success, the scar-faced man started to show signs of impatience, his movements becoming sluggish and less sharp. Through this life-and-death struggle, Lin Feng’s application of the Bone-Twisting and Muscle-Separating Hand technique became smoother and more fluid. In his mind, he recalled the eight characters his master had once taught him: “Straight with a curve, perfectly rounded!” Now, Lin Feng was getting more adept, no longer expending most of his energy on dodging but instead using his techniques to redirect force, employing the principle of “using four ounces to move a thousand pounds” to counterattack. The scar-faced man’s expression turned strange, fear creeping in, and in a moment of distraction, Lin Feng knocked him down with a palm strike.
The man fell but didn’t call for help, instead, he did a kip-up to stand and resumed the fight. After a few rounds, he was knocked down again, repeating the same action. Lin Feng was frustrated by his own weak punches; the opponent’s body seemed made of iron and bronze, and his hands ached as if his finger bones were breaking with each hit. He thought this guy was too cunning, having noticed his weakness and now playing dirty. Could it be that he was trying to exhaust him in a battle of endurance?
In his frustration, Lin Feng let his guard down slightly. When the scar-faced man repeated the same move again, Lin Feng instinctively countered with the same technique, unaware that the seemingly rough man had already set a trap. As Lin Feng’s fist came at him again, the scar-faced man suddenly changed his move, awkwardly dropping to his knees, and while taking Lin Feng’s double fist to his head, he grabbed Lin Feng’s legs with one hand and viciously dug into the wound on Lin Feng’s back with the other. Lin Feng let out a muffled roar from the pain but dared not scream. The scar-faced man’s fingers felt like knives penetrating his back, and for a moment, Lin Feng felt like his upper body was no longer his own. The opponent’s ruthlessness was now fully exposed. Ignoring the punches raining down on his face, he arched his back like a fully drawn bow, lifting Lin Feng high above his head and then slamming him down.
A suplex—damn! Lin Feng cursed himself as the biggest fool, thinking this man, though rough, was cunning, using his body advantage to trap him. If this were a normal fight, he would have already lost. Seeing his life about to end, Lin Feng felt a grudging respect for this fierce opponent. But he was here to save people; could he really just give up and die like this? In desperation, a cold pistol appeared in his left hand, aimed at the scar-faced man’s forehead, and with a bang, shot him. Although the man was dead, he still wouldn’t let go. Fortunately, the bullet’s impact altered the trajectory, causing the man to fall sideways onto the stone bridge with Lin Feng. Even so, Lin Feng suffered considerable impact, getting a large bump on his head, and the wound on his back was further aggravated.
Hearing the gunshot, the nearby bandits were rapidly closing in. Lin Feng was now in a panic…
P: I didn’t expect the collection to exceed four hundred in the blink of an eye, so exciting, haha. I keep my promise; this is the first extra chapter I’m writing today. If we go over five hundred, I’ll stay up until midnight tonight to write another chapter in return! Haha, it’s tiring, but with the big push coming up tomorrow, I want to try writing ten thousand words!
Chapter 119: Confusion and Bewilderment (1)
The scar-faced man’s eyes were wide open in anger, evidently unable to comprehend how victory had slipped through his fingers in an instant. “Brother, you shouldn’t have done this, becoming a henchman without conscience or humanity. Go in peace!” Lin Feng felt a profound sorrow, gently closing the scar-faced man’s eyes. As if hearing Lin Feng’s murmur, the man’s arms relaxed at the moment his eyes closed. Lin Feng was astonished, quickly breaking free, thinking to himself that this scar-faced man was indeed a brave and daring individual, but what a pity to have such formidable skills yet end up as a thug. Hearing the footsteps of the bandits approaching, Lin Feng immediately braced himself, clutching his wound on the back with his left hand. He used his swift footwork to retreat several dozen meters in an instant, finding another hiding spot. When he killed Li Xiangdong and the others, he was in a state of extreme fury, and with Wang Xiaoyun’s life hanging by a thread, their lives and deaths didn’t affect him much. However, his recent life-and-death struggle with the scar-faced man was a different story. The opponent’s fierce tactics, his strong confidence in his own strength at the critical moment, and his immediate grasp and judgment of Lin Feng’s weaknesses all deeply impacted him. If he hadn’t used another method to shoot the man in the head, Lin Feng would have been the one to die. Despite the scar-faced man’s cruelty, Lin Feng didn’t harbor much hatred towards him; instead, he felt somewhat uneasy about having killed him. After all, it was a human life! Lin Feng felt he was being hypocritical, but had he done something wrong? He knew he hadn’t. The situation was kill or be killed, leaving no room for sentimental thoughts. However, this killing was different from when he dealt with Li Xiangdong; Lin Feng was reflecting on whether he could have subdued or knocked out the man if he hadn’t been so careless, giving him a chance to live. But due to his carelessness, those options slipped away, forcing him to pull the trigger. At the moment he fired, he felt an inexplicable rush of pleasure, leading him to wonder if deep down, he had been waiting for an excuse to shoot. He didn’t want to become a bloodthirsty killer. Inside, Lin Feng was filled with endless panic…
