“What impressive skills.”
Wang Jian gazed at Li Feng’s retreating figure, his face full of terror; he had never imagined Li Feng could be so formidable. Previously, his assessment of Li Feng had been that he matched the level of the Sky Wolf Camp, but now he realised that probably no one in the entire Sky Wolf Camp could rival Li Feng.
Looking at the killer on the ground, whose flesh was a mangled mess, Wang Jian’s expression changed again. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe this killer had been slain by a person; from the killer’s pulped chest, it seemed as if he had been struck by a car.
“How could Li Feng’s strength be so immense?” Wang Jian looked utterly baffled; when had human power ever become so overwhelming?
“I never thought I, Wang Jian, would one day be collecting a corpse for someone else.”
Wang Jian gave a wry smile; he was not surprised that Li Feng had detected him, for with Li Feng’s prowess, spotting him was no surprise.
“Instructor, oh instructor, what sort of mission have you assigned me? Li Feng is so capable, does the young miss still need my protection?”
Wang Jian’s face was full of bitterness as he approached the killer, his gaze inadvertently falling on the tattoo on the killer’s arm. “It’s someone from Blood Sand; how could it be Blood Sand? How could people from Blood Sand appear here, and why would they want to kill Li Feng?”
One question after another surged in his mind, and Wang Jian’s expression grew grave.
…
Li Feng had no idea that Wang Jian had now identified the killer’s affiliation; at this moment, he was troubled by the killer’s identity. He knew full well how fearsome assassins could be; for them, strength was not the most crucial factor, but rather their unpredictable strikes that caught one off guard.
Li Feng knew that with his own abilities, these ordinary assassins were no match for him, but to guard against them at every moment, he believed himself incapable, unless he arranged bodyguards to shadow him ceaselessly.
What was more, this was the age of hot weapons: sniper rifles, bombs, such things were impossible to defend against completely. Though Li Feng was a martial artist at the Qi Refining realm, facing sniper rifles and bombs still posed no small trouble.
“It seems I must resolve the assassin issue once and for all.”
Li Feng had no desire to have killers trailing him whenever he stepped out. But who exactly had sent this assassin?
The Emperor’s Pavilion? Master Wen? Or Song Zhiyuan and his lot? He had few enemies, just these few; aside from them, Li Feng could think of no one else.
“Wait…”
Li Feng suddenly recalled that when he had first traversed to this world and encountered Liu Shichao at the Emperor’s Pavilion, Liu Shichao had seemed to say that the Emperor’s Pavilion wanted him dead because of something to do with his family. Could it be an assassin dispatched by someone from his own family? Or perhaps by those hostile to his family?
“It looks like I must go and ask Li Quan; Li Quan has been imprisoned for quite some time now.”
Thinking of Li Quan, locked away in the training base, a cold glint flashed in Li Feng’s eyes. The reason he had not killed Li Quan was to extract from him information about the Li family and the Emperor’s Pavilion; it seemed now was the time to pay Li Quan a visit.
“Whoever it is, they will pay a heavy price.”
The next day, Li Feng arrived at the training base, where the Black Eagle Squadron, under Dark Tiger’s leadership, had begun their drills. Watching the Black Eagle Squadron on the training ground, Li Feng nodded in satisfaction; after the battle with the Black Stone Gang, these members had acutely realised their own shortcomings, and now they trained with exceptional diligence.
He did not disturb them, simply standing to the side and observing their training.
An hour later, the Black Eagle Squadron finished the first phase of training. Li Feng then spoke: “All of you, come over.”
“Peak Young Master.” Tian Lang and the others approached Li Feng, their eyes fixed intently on him; through the clash with the Black Stone Gang, they had witnessed Li Feng’s might, and their gazes towards him brimmed with admiration.
“You have trained well; today, I shall teach you martial techniques.” Li Feng looked at the group and said. Martial techniques abounded in Li Feng’s mind; he had refrained from teaching them to Tian Lang and the others before because their strength had been too low.
“Martial techniques?” Tian Lang and the rest looked at Li Feng in puzzlement.
“Indeed, martial techniques.”
With that, Li Feng circulated the Nine Heavens Heart Scripture, true qi swiftly gathering in his hand; the air around his palm began to warp, and with one palm strike towards a massive boulder on the training ground, a fierce palm wind erupted instantly, slicing through the air like lightning and colliding heavily with the boulder before him.
“Bang!”
A muffled roar echoed forth, followed by the boulder shattering explosively.
“This is a martial technique.” Li Feng said to Tian Lang and the others, who stood dumbfounded.
It took Tian Lang and the rest a good while to recover. “Peak Young Master, is this the sort of kung fu from television dramas?”
Li Feng paused, then nodded: “Quite right, you may think of it that way.”
Wuxia dramas were a hallmark of this era; ordinary folk knew nothing of martial artists’ existence, yet wuxia dramas were plentiful. Li Feng refused to believe the government was unaware of martial artists; if so, why not promote martial arts? In Li Feng’s view, had the government developed martial arts, Huaxia could have unified the globe, and the later tripartite standoff would never have arisen.
Those matters, however, were not for Li Feng to ponder now.
“Peak Young Master, does this kung fu truly exist?” Tian Lang asked incredulously.
“Why would it not?” Li Feng countered. Not only kung fu, but in Li Feng’s opinion, figures from Huaxia’s mythic tales might well have existed in truth. To him, those mythic beings were simply martial artists of extraordinary power.
Of course, this was mere conjecture on Li Feng’s part, without evidence. Still, he reckoned the likelihood of such a guess was high.
“This…” Tian Lang and the others exchanged glances. If not for Li Feng demonstrating such prowess before them, they would never believe in the existence of kung fu, or rather martial arts, in this world. But now, with facts before their eyes, they could not deny it.
Li Feng produced a dozen or so thin booklets and said to the group: “These are martial techniques you can cultivate now: fist methods, palm methods, leg methods. Each of you, select one to practise.”
Li Feng knew of martial techniques graded into Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, and Yellow levels, each further divided into upper, middle, and lower tiers. This time, he offered mostly middle and lower Yellow-level techniques, suitable for martial artists at the Body Refining realm like Tian Lang and his comrades.
Naturally, Li Feng could produce superior techniques; in his previous life, the special forces unit had boasted the most martial techniques, with hundreds in his mind. But for Tian Lang and the others, the foundational ones sufficed for their Body Refining stage.
At the very least, Li Feng believed a proper system was essential; he had no wish for these techniques to be squandered on them. In his past life with the special forces, a sound system had fostered their upward drive. The techniques in his mind had been exchanged with contribution points; even as the unit’s soldier king, he could not have accessed so many without that.
For now, the outlines in his mind were incomplete, and he had no intention of transplanting his previous system’s rules wholesale, so implementation would take considerable time.
Tian Lang and the others were thrilled; oblivious to Li Feng’s thoughts, they saw only that cultivating these techniques would vastly enhance their strength.
Li Feng’s martial techniques were all handwritten copies, penned by him personally; in his previous life, such techniques were commonplace even in ordinary martial academies, but in this era of martial decline, they were priceless treasures.
As Li Feng instructed, each selected a technique suited to them. Though lacking true qi, their techniques could not match Li Feng’s potency, but practising them would sharply boost their individual combat prowess.
Having encountered a martial artist amid the Black Stone Gang, Li Feng dared not be lax and decided to teach them techniques ahead of schedule, elevating their fighting capacity.
Watching Tian Lang and the others choose their techniques, Li Feng proceeded to the underground chamber of the training base.
The training base held numerous chambers, including cultivation ones, and also prison cells; Li Feng now headed to the prison chamber.
Though the prison chamber had been built only a month ago, it had welcomed its first occupant: Li Quan.
Li Quan had lost an arm to Dark Tiger at the Horizon Pavilion, yet Li Feng had not slain him; in Li Feng’s view, killing Li Quan would be too merciful. He needed to wring every last drop of value from him. Thus, after the incident, Li Quan had remained confined in the training base’s prison chamber.
Opening the passage to the prison chamber, Li Feng muttered to himself: “Li Quan, I hope you do not disappoint me; otherwise, hmph.”
