Li Feng frowned, initially thinking his intimidation would force them to reveal their mastermind. Now, it seemed he had underestimated the situation, particularly this butterfly woman, who saw through his intentions.
Watching the two men attack, Li Feng snorted coldly, his figure flashing to dodge their strikes. With a roar, he shouted, “Mountain-Splitting Sea!”
He charged at one of the scarred men, who, hearing Li Feng’s words, showed fear and retreated rapidly.
“Too late.”
Li Feng sneered, delivering a fierce palm strike. The powerful palm wind roared, slamming into the scarred man’s chest.
Bang!
By the time the man reacted, it was too late. Li Feng’s palm hit, causing excruciating pain, his eyes bulging as if they might burst. Blood poured from his chest, and he stammered, “You… you…” before collapsing, dead.
“Trash.” Li Feng sneered. A Body Tempering realm fighter trying to kill him was overreaching, utterly unchallenging.
His gaze turned to the remaining two, brimming with killing intent.
If they wanted to kill him, they’d better be prepared to die.
Fixing his eyes on the butterfly woman, Li Feng noted that his display had shocked the scarred men, especially his ancient martial artist identity, freezing them in fear. Yet, she remained calm. What did that mean?
It meant she wasn’t surprised by his martial cultivator—ancient martial artist—identity, perhaps having guessed it already.
Curious, Li Feng wondered if she was genuinely fearless or just pretending.
After he killed one, the other scarred man roared in rage, charging at him.
Knowing he’d die if he didn’t kill Li Feng, he sought a slim chance of survival.
The scarred man flashed forward, his long blade slashing fiercely at Li Feng, the blade’s chill reaching him in an instant, aiming for his head.
Swift as lightning, the blade gleamed coldly.
“I’ll kill you!” the scarred man snarled, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
“Hmph!”
Li Feng snorted, dodging the desperate strike with a flash of his figure, then kicking out.
Bang!
The kick landed squarely in the man’s abdomen, sending him flying to crash against the wall.
Spitting blood, the scarred man staggered to his feet, glaring coldly at Li Feng.
“Die.”
He charged again, his blade sweeping horizontally, aiming to cut Li Feng in half.
“Seeking death,” Li Feng’s eyes flashed coldly. He shot forward, reaching the man before the blade could land, and threw a punch.
Bang!
His iron fist struck the man’s neck, snapping it instantly. The head separated, blood gushing—a gruesome sight.
Glancing coldly at the dead man, Li Feng turned to the butterfly woman, sneering, “Your turn.”
“Good, good, good. As expected of Li Feng, such skill to kill two pieces of trash so easily,” the butterfly woman said with a smile, her eyes glinting with cold killing intent. “This makes it interesting. If my, Cai Die’s, target were ordinary, wouldn’t it prove my incompetence?”
“Cai Die?” Li Feng raised an eyebrow. Another nickname. Was she an assassin or a death soldier? If an assassin, hired to kill him, her nickname might lead to her organization.
But a death soldier, trained from childhood, was different. No one would share their death soldier’s alias.
“I don’t know if you’re incompetent, but are you sure you can kill me?” Li Feng sneered, hooking a fallen blade with his foot into his hand.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” As her words fell, Cai Die slashed out, a powerful force erupting within her.
Though both used blades, her strike was worlds apart from the scarred men’s—five times stronger in power and speed.
“No wonder you’re so confident. You’ve got some skill,” Li Feng said with a cold smile, meeting her blade with his own.
Clang!
Their blades clashed, a crisp sound like jade striking a golden plate echoing through the VIP ward. Both stared, shocked.
How could Li Feng be this strong? Cai Die’s eyes showed astonishment. She had thought him strong against the scarred men but didn’t take him seriously. Now, clashing, she realized she’d underestimated him.
Li Feng sneered, “Interesting, now this is interesting.”
He pressed forward, his full strength erupting.
“Blade Slashes Heaven and Earth!”
In that moment, Li Feng unleashed the Qiankun Blade Technique from his past life. The first move, Blade Slashes Heaven and Earth, was executed flawlessly. Cai Die, already shocked by his strength, felt the immense power from his blade and paled.
Too late to react, she was overwhelmed by the technique’s force, thrown back several steps, spitting blood.
Injured by Li Feng’s attack?
Cai Die was incredulous. Confident in her skills, she thought she could easily handle him, but his strength exceeded her expectations, wounding her with one strike.
She was shocked, but so was Li Feng. He’d gone all out, yet Cai Die wasn’t killed, which surprised him. Was this her true strength?
He had to admit, she was the strongest opponent he’d faced. Ten scarred men combined couldn’t match her.
Her strength didn’t scare him; it thrilled him. After reaching the Qi Refining realm, the Black Hawk Squad couldn’t challenge him, leaving him feeling the loneliness of an unmatched master.
Cai Die’s appearance showed him there were still peers in this world, igniting his fighting spirit, keeping him from loneliness.
“Blade Slashes Heaven and Earth!”
Li Feng unleashed the move again, this time stronger, true qi enveloping the blade, distorting the air. A blade beam slashed fiercely at Cai Die.
Clang!
But this time, it wasn’t as effective. Prepared, Cai Die dodged with a flash, appearing to Li Feng’s left front, slashing with domineering force.
Li Feng sneered, activating Phantom Ninefold to evade her strike.
Swish!
Her sharp blade sliced his left sleeve. His expression shifted. Her counterattack was so fierce; without his quick reaction, his arm would be gone.
Cai Die sneered, black flame qi erupting from her, stomping the ground to charge forward, slashing down with ferocious blade light, stirring a storm that enveloped Li Feng.
“Die!”
