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Chapter 140: Chapter 140 Battle with the Great Martial Master
"You are no match for me," Ma Han said indifferently.
Zhou Yuan’s face was ashen as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, not expecting to have been defeated so swiftly.
Ma Han shook his head slightly, about to turn and leave. He simply couldn’t lay a hand on him; seeing Zhou Yuan’s current state, many past memories flooded into Ma Han’s mind.
He, Ma Han, wasn’t Zhou Yuan, nor was he Wang Wei; he was a man of heavy emotions and loyalty.
"Go to hell!!"
Seeing this, a flash of murderous intent disappeared from Zhou Yuan’s eyes as quickly as it had come. To Zhou Yuan, Ma Han represented his pledge of loyalty upon joining the Wolf Fang Troop. Ma Han may not wish to kill him, but Zhou Yuan wouldn’t show any mercy. Seeing that his opponent had made such a naive mistake, Zhou Yuan sneered, readying a punch to take Ma Han down.
"Ma Han, you’re too stupid. Did you think that by not killing me, I would thank you? Indeed, I will thank you, but it will be in front of your grave! Haha, at this very moment, just go peacefully to your death!!!"
Zhou Yuan grinned hideously, a hint of madness in his eyes.
Swish!
However, at the next moment, his eyes bulged in shock.
"But I’ve changed my mind. Because what I’m about to kill isn’t human," Ma Han whispered into his ear.
Zhou Yuan incredulously looked down, his chest now punctured by a fist, unable to believe that his opponent had held back a move.
Ma Han’s gaze remained serene as he watched Zhou Yuan fall, a mixture of pain, confusion, and remembrance in his eyes.
Although Ma Han was kind-hearted, he was certainly no fool. Right from the start, he suspected that it was Zhou Yuan who had disclosed Zheng Han’s severed arm to the Wolf Fang Troop. Yet now, having killed Zhou Yuan, he felt no joy.
"Bold enough to kill a member of my Wolf Fang Troop—you’ve got guts!!"
A man sitting astride a Red Wolf bellowed from a distance. Then, over ten of his Wolf Cavalry surrounded the arena, their glance at Ma Han unwelcoming.
Ma Han showed no panic; in fact, he had anticipated this scene. He knew well who the Wolf Fang Troop were: ruffians, bandits. Talking reason or doing business with them was simply out of the question.
The crowd that had been spectating immediately scattered like rats fleeing a sinking ship, leaving only Lin Feng behind.
"Kid, if you don’t want to die, then get lost. The show’s over for today, and next, it’s time for the real weaponry."
One of the Wolf Cavalry, riding a cyan wolf, came forward to shoo Lin Feng away.
Bang!
But in the next moment, both man and wolf were sent flying with a single kick.
"Today, if anyone dares harm a hair on my brother, I’ll make sure they’ll have nowhere to be buried."
Lin Feng declared coldly as he surveyed the crowd.
Such an unexpected turn of events was quite abrupt. To think someone would dare to hit them in the headquarters of the Wolf Fang Troop?
Ma Han sighed, his eyes filled with complex feelings as he looked at Lin Feng, "Why bother?"
That morning, he had intended to sneak in alone, hoping to shake Lin Feng off, yet somehow, it was as if Lin Feng had anticipated his plan.
"Don’t worry, I, Lin Feng, haven’t had many friends in my life, but you are definitely one of them," Lin Feng said calmly.
Ma Han was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head. Although Lin Feng was much younger than him, Ma Han couldn’t help but feel that Lin Feng was like an old man who had weathered many storms.
"What a beautiful story of brotherhood, so touching it almost makes me cry. Since that’s the case, both of you bastards can just die here!!!"
The burly man riding the Red Wolf jumped directly off the wolf’s back, drew the Mystic Iron Sword planted in the ground, and sneered, "Attack, all of you!!"
More than a dozen Wolf Cavalry charged forth.
As the most elite troops among the Wolf Cavalry, every one of them was fully armed.
Arrow after arrow, forged from fine steel, burst forth. The arrowheads, all threaded for enhanced penetrating power, were unstoppable, piercing through any leather armor as if it were mere paper.
Lin Feng assumed his Star Body form, a layer of white Armor manifesting on his body. The incoming Crossbow Arrows clinked metallically against him, all deflected, leaving the Wolf Cavalry in astonishment.
"This kid’s tactics are freakish!!"
The Red Wolf rider narrowed his eyes, watching Lin Feng block all the arrows and casually tossing a piece of meat to the Red Wolf beside him.
"Go, take that guy down."
After swallowing the meat, the Red Wolf let out a low growl and transformed into a red shadow, bursting forth with a speed far surpassing that of the ordinary wolves.
"Be careful!! His mount has disappeared!"
Ma Han warned immediately.
"Don’t worry."
Lin Feng said and swept a gaze around. Whoosh, the next moment, a whooshing sound came, and a red shadow, like a ghost, suddenly appeared. Lin Feng reacted with incredible speed, directly smashing it with a fist.
"Daring to confront my mount head on, I thought he was someone formidable, turns out it’s just some greenhorn!"
The burly man scoffed disdainfully.
However, the very next moment, he was dumbfounded, for he saw his mount get knocked away by a single punch, whining pitifully before collapsing, struggling on the ground.
"How is that possible? This is a Ninth Rank Demon General, an entity with the strength of two thousand jin, comparable to a First Layer Great Martial Master’s Red Wolf!!"
The burly man stood there in shock.
Lin Feng walked up to the Red Wolf, now half-dead, reached out, and simply crushed its wolf head with his hand.
The surrounding Wolf Cavalry were helpless against Lin Feng; their usually deadly weapons couldn’t even penetrate the Armor on his body. They had intended to charge and use their mounts’ strength to crush Lin Feng, but upon seeing even their captain’s mount get flung away, they all turned tail and ran in terror.
"Move aside, I’ll handle this guy personally!!!"
The burly man roared and drew the Mystic Iron Sword from the ground, slashing it towards Lin Feng.
He thought Lin Feng would be an easy kill, but he had greatly underestimated his foe and now his own mount had been taken down. His sword swing displayed the full might of a Great Martial Master.
"Prepare to die!!"
Facing such an overbearing sword strike, Lin Feng didn’t shrink back, instead, he bravely smashed out with a fist.
Talent Skill, Bone Palm!
Clang!
The Mystic Iron Sword, carrying a mountain-splitting force, chopped down violently and met Lin Feng’s palm, resulting in a metallic clang.
Boom!
Instantaneously, the ground beneath Lin Feng’s feet exploded, dust billowing outwards, stupefying the Wolf Cavalry. This man had caught their captain’s Sword with his bare hand.
It must be known, their captain had a strength exceeding two thousand one hundred and fifty jin, and with that two-hundred jin Mystic Iron Sword, it totaled to a force of two thousand three hundred and fifty jin!
