Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!! At this critical moment, at least seven or eight T-shaped cudgels took advantage of his slowed state, raising a dark shadow, accompanied by a howling cold wind, aimed directly at Lin Feng’s head. In that instant, the sky seemed to darken.
Lin Feng knew he was in deep trouble; if any one of these cudgels hit his head, he might not survive today, let alone with so many coming at once. He instinctively roared, pushing his mental strength to its limit, crossing his arms in an X-shape, and swinging them fiercely at the descending cudgels. “Damn it, why didn’t I bring a big machete in my storage space?” Lin Feng thought, despairing as he anticipated his arms breaking.
But at that moment, a dazzling golden light flashed between his arms. With a loud bang, the cudgels were repelled by an immense force, flying towards the ceiling. The magnificent chandelier in the center of the hall was the first casualty, crashing down and shattering into pieces. Contrary to the expected arm fracture, his desperate, all-or-nothing strike had caused an unexpected change.
He seemed to hear a series of crisp sounds, as if an invisible glass shield around him had been shattered by that sudden strike. Could it be that a new game equipment inside him had activated? He vaguely remembered emitting such a dazzling golden light when escaping from the old witch’s stunning attack at Yudishan. He also recalled when he helped Sun Dasheng block Huang Tao’s punch in the classroom that morning; there was a faint golden light, and while his arm was fine, Huang Tao’s arm broke.
After some thought, Lin Feng became more certain that some unknown new equipment on him had worked, boosting his morale. At the same time, the dizziness from the earlier slowing spell had vanished, and his famed speed and agility returned.
Nine Twists, Three Styles! The first twist, the Great Wind; the second, the Furious Waves; the third, the Breaking Army; Kill, kill, kill!!!
Encouraged by this desperate strike, Lin Feng let go of all caution, no longer concerned about his defensive shortcomings. His mind moved freely, unleashing the so-called ultimate move, Nine Twists, Three Styles, like a storm. His Swift Wind Step went berserk, and he grabbed two T-shaped cudgels from the black-clad men, swinging them left and right, striking at anyone he encountered, then retreating immediately, avoiding prolonged engagement.
In this moment, Lin Feng was like a demon or a madman, turning into a night ghost. The black-clad men’s encirclement fell apart, and after Lin Feng started his guerrilla tactics, they found no opportunity to regroup.
Although Lin Feng managed to turn the tide, these men in black were formidable fighters as well. After taking down five or six of them in the chaos, the rest, seeing that they couldn’t encircle him, adopted a defensive stance to stabilize their position. Lin Feng fought while retreating, trying to get close to Lan Jianren, but he was always entangled by the men in black. Lan Jianren stood still, calmly watching the melee with an air of nonchalance.
Finally, Lin Feng seized an opportunity to attack Lan Jianren. Just as he was about to grab him, his vision blurred momentarily, and Lan Jianren vanished from sight, replaced by a sudden flash of light and another group of men in black appearing in front of him. These new men in black, dressed similarly to the previous group, surrounded Lin Feng once more, but this time they were armed not with the short cudgels from before, but with slender Japanese swords. Each had a white cloth band around their foreheads, with a glaring red, traditional Chinese character “Kill” right in the center, exuding a menacing aura that sent chills down one’s spine. This new batch seemed colder in their gaze, sizing people up with just a glance from the corner of their eyes.
Seeing himself about to be trapped in another fierce battle, Lin Feng’s frustration reached a boiling point. Then, a burst of laughter came from above. Lan Jianren’s figure mysteriously appeared on the platform of the second floor. Beside him stood an exquisitely beautiful woman, dressed like his personal secretary.
“Mr. Lin, truly a dragon among men with such skill. Even a surprise attack you can handle with ease. My dear sister certainly has a keen eye for talent! What do you really want?”
“What do you think?” Lan Jianren, holding a wine glass, traced circles along the rim with his index finger, a playful look on his face.
“I’ve said it before, I don’t want to get involved in your family’s affairs, nor do I intend to take over your family’s property! Don’t push me too far!”
“Unfortunately, what you say doesn’t matter! The old man has already instructed his lawyer to draft the documents. He’s as stubborn as they come; do you think he’s joking?”
“That’s his business, what does it have to do with me?”
“Haha, Mr. Lin is a clever man, so let’s not beat around the bush. Whether you truly don’t covet the Lan family’s assets or you’re just backing out at the last minute, here in Yushan City, my word still carries some weight. Digging up someone’s ancestors for eighteen generations is a piece of cake. Mr. Lin, do you agree?”
Lin Feng’s eyes turned icy cold as he laughed, “Is this a threat?”
“Not exactly a threat, just a reminder for Mr. Lin not to forget his own surname!”
“Oh, I’m a soft-hearted person. I originally wanted to end this once and for all, but thinking about the old man, who’s quite pitiful, giving up his own son and grandson for an unknown illegitimate daughter from who-knows-where… What can you say about that? Alas! He’s old, perhaps momentarily confused, wanting to make amends for his daughter. Let him play his games! I don’t want him to die with regrets over such a minor matter! So, after considering all options, it’s more practical to discuss some business with Mr. Lin!”
“Discuss business? How so?” Lin Feng relaxed his body, a strange smile on his face.
“It’s easy!” Lin Feng squinted his eyes, and in the view of the camera on his device, strange characters appeared above the heads of the numerous enemies, eerily similar to the effect of the “Heavenly Eye Technique,” an auxiliary skill that players naturally acquire when they reach a certain level in the virtual game world. (Heavenly Eye Technique: An auxiliary skill that detects the identity, level, and equipment of target players. The skill fails if the level difference exceeds ten levels or if special items are used. Note: The higher the player’s level, the stronger the detection range of the Heavenly Eye Technique.)
Now, even though the enemies were numerous, Lin Feng could see their power levels and the formidable equipment they carried.
“Discuss business? Your crazy old man just finished discussing some bizarre business with me, and now you, this sanctimonious little bastard, are at it too? Hehe, but let’s talk! I’m not scared of you!”
Lin Feng was not afraid to continue the negotiation, especially now that he had instantly grasped the enemy’s strength and layout. The unexpected transformation of the camera’s functionality excited him, as he vaguely sensed the reason behind this powerful feature’s activation. Now, his device was increasingly resembling an in-game item from the virtual world. With this secret detection technique, even if the enemies were many, combined with his swift footwork, he was unstoppable.
A faint smile appeared on Lin Feng’s face, which, to the enemies, seemed like a sign of weakness or an attempt to curry favor. The men in black, filled with killing intent, surrounded him tightly, their weapons aimed at his vital points, waiting only for their master’s command to strike.
Lan Jianren, seemingly believing he had control of the situation, drained his glass of fine wine, leisurely descending the stairs.
