Fortunately, after many adventures, Lin Feng was no longer the naive boy he once was, especially with techniques like the Hundred Flowers Bone Splitting Hand, which he had learned from mimicking Mr. Wang, and the self-taught Nine Curves Three Styles Technique, developed under Niu Niu’s whip and electric shock training. The essence of the boxing technique, which combines straightness within the curve, and achieves a natural roundness, was thoroughly analyzed by Nuonuo. Lin Feng had integrated all this digitized information into every nerve of his body. Now, as he unleashed these techniques effortlessly, he indeed exuded the air of a grandmaster. At this moment, Xu Xiaoman quickly rolled away to escape, and with the concern in Lin Feng’s heart gone, his pressure was relieved, enabling him to counterattack. With a seemingly random kick, Lin Feng aimed his toe directly at the female assassin’s lower body, then suddenly thrust both fists forward, targeting the two prominent mounds on her chest. It wasn’t that Lin Feng intended to use such vulgar moves, but this female assassin was too treacherous and vicious, relying on her agile and swift movements to aim at his vital spots with moves like “monkey picking peaches” or “tiger clawing the groin.” Lin Feng was no saintly figure bound by chivalry; he thought, “If you won’t show mercy, don’t blame me for being ruthless.” Moreover, he didn’t subscribe to the hypocritical notion that a good man doesn’t fight with women. His motto was an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, the creed of a petty man. Not to mention, he was facing an assassin intent on killing them. Thus, he retaliated in kind.
Moreover, Lin Feng had another sinister thought. Knowing the female assassin was using some mysterious invisibility technique, he didn’t expose her but instead relied on his own swift movements, seemingly chaotically kicking and striking in place, creating the illusion that he was clumsily waiting for an ambush due to not seeing his enemy, passively defending. However, amidst the flurry of over a hundred seemingly random attacks, there were one or two punches and kicks delivered with full force, intentionally leaving openings and setting traps, waiting for the assassin to foolishly walk into them, at which point he would strike lethally.
The female assassin clearly lacked patience. Initially, she attacked swiftly, but when her first strike missed, she should have retreated according to the assassin’s code in the dark world. However, she lost her composure, relying on her invisibility advantage to attack intermittently. After Xu Xiaoman had rolled away, she no longer aimed to kill them but instead targeted their private parts with vicious intent, trying to cripple them. Lin Feng was furious!
Just then, the female assassin, seizing the opportunity, lunged at Lin Feng’s intentional flaw with full force. Lin Feng shouted “Here it comes!” silently, maintaining his posture but suddenly twisting his waist in an unnatural way, narrowly dodging the icy blade. In that fleeting moment, Lin Feng’s arms suddenly extended a few inches as if they had detached from his body. With this unexpected change, his fists, which were previously unable to reach the assassin, suddenly struck like thunder against her chest. This series of bizarre maneuvers was thanks to the synthetic equipment on him, allowing his body to bend and flex like a contortionist. With this technique, Lin Feng delivered a devastating blow.
A muffled groan was heard, and the female assassin’s petite figure was sent flying into the air. Lin Feng, without relaxing, activated his swift wind step, his figure creating a blur of afterimages as he pursued, determined to finish her off. The female assassin, thrown into the air, spat out a mist of blood, her invisibility technique failing, revealing her figure in mid-air. This sudden apparition would have startled anyone unaware of the situation; her mysterious appearance was indeed shocking.
It was as if everyone, bored, was looking up at the sky when someone said, “Oh, heavens, it’s Valentine’s Day, please drop a beauty down for me!” And just as the words were spoken, a beautiful woman appeared out of nowhere. The shock mixed with awe was indescribable.
Lin Feng’s figure flickered as he locked onto the falling figure of the black-clad female assassin, his fist ready to unleash a devastating attack. He was enraged by the audacity of this assassination attempt, especially in such a place – the secret base of the Ninth Bureau of National Security. The thought that this might be some sort of intimidation tactic fueled his anger even more. “Die, black-clad assassin!” he roared, his fist glowing faintly.
Just then, a thunderous shout came from the ground: “Who dares to bully my wife!” Caught off guard, Lin Feng’s focus was entirely on the airborne assassin, and the shout seemed to shake his brain, causing a momentary pause in his action. But Lin Feng was no longer the naive young man he once was; he quickly recovered, his mental energy surging to clear his mind.
“Use the Mind Spike on me, you scoundrels! You think you can bully me just because you have numbers? Let me show you the taste of my Mind Spike!” He immediately sent a surge of mental energy, not bothering to check the enemy’s position, towards the white figure.
Suddenly, two cries of surprise echoed in his ears. One shouted, “Little brother, don’t be reckless!” Another yelled, “Oh no, you’ve hit your father-in-law!”
These voices were oddly familiar, and before Lin Feng could ponder, the white figure had already closed in. His Mind Spike seemed ineffective. Instead, he felt a sharp sting on his cheeks as the white figure slapped him twice. However, Lin Feng didn’t stop; his fist, charged with momentum, landed squarely on the white figure’s chest.
It turned out that the opponent was completely defenseless. Lin Feng’s heavy punch slipped off with a hiss, and with a loud slap, his entire arm smacked into the opponent’s ***, almost as if he had executed the legendary “Flattery Palm” technique. The disgust in his heart went without saying. Hitting someone while naked? Damn, how shameless could he be! Lin Feng, feeling both embarrassed and furious, was about to engage again, but the white figure had already taken the opportunity to escape, smoothly catching the black-clad female assassin who was falling from the sky. Immediately, a flurry of comforting voices could be heard: “Don’t be scared, dear wife, Wang Qiang is here to save you! Dear wife, just wait, Wang Qiang will avenge you right now and beat that little bastard flat!” Wang Qiang? Which Wang Qiang??? Lin Feng covered his face, utterly confused. Just then, two more figures rushed out from the serene gate, still shouting something about not flooding the Dragon King’s Temple since they were all family. These various bizarre changes, from Lin Feng luring the enemy, landing a punch, and then chasing after him with large strides, to the sudden commotion at the courtyard gate with a white figure confronting him, followed by two more disheveled figures rushing out from the gate shouting nonsensically, might seem complex, but it all happened in the blink of an eye.
