The military knife slashed down like a rainbow.
Compared to a chop or a sideways slash, a diagonal cut is harder to dodge, especially when executed in a split second, leaving no ti to react.
"Die."
The military knife was wielded with all its strength, his utmost strike, contrasting the imposing slice of the Great Chopping Blade that breaks through the air. The Chrysanthemum Justice was almost silent, deftly tearing through space as if catching the air off guard.
Cold Feng, standing behind the military knife, felt a bad premonition as the unstoppable blade swung.
In the next instant.
Cold Feng's premonition ca true.
Locked onto the killing intent, instead of retreating, Li Feng advanced directly towards the military knife.
In Li Feng's hand, the Finger Knife danced between his fingers like a butterfly, and the two swiftly brushed past each other.
The night wind blows.
"Gudu, who won?"
The Night Killers exchanged glances after Li Feng threw the Great Chopping Blade, dodged by the military knife, who then rushed forward to swing with a diagonal strike.
Until Li Feng moved forward, not retreating, countering the military knife, they clashed in a flash.
Everything happened in a heartbeat.
"It should be the military knife. He's not just an average person. In the world, he's known as an elite, and his Chrysanthemum Justice is rumored to be one of the top ten knives, extrely sharp."
"Plus, his blade is different from Liu Yidao's; it excels in speed, fast and precise, almost never failing."
"Especially against an unard opponent."
"Yes, I think so too. Although this guy previously caught Liu Yidao's Great Chopping Blade barehanded, that blade is large, while this Chrysanthemum Justice is light, just three fingers wide, almost like snow."
"Moreover, the opponent didn't use the bare-handed against blade technique."
"Military knife."
Cold Feng raised his eyes and called out to the military knife.
"Thirteen Young Master, go."
The military knife suddenly spoke, and Cold Feng's heart eased halfway upon hearing the order, yet turned slightly pale at its content.
The other assassins were also confused, uncertain what happened.
"You're good with saber technique, indeed."
"The Rong Family's stolen ultimate skill, Finger Knife, used to perfection by you, throwing the Great Chopping Blade to bait my move, wasn't it?"
The military knife swiftly turned around, transferring the blade from right to left hand, and blood trickled down from the right wrist due to a severed artery.
The surrounding lights revealed the military knife's right-hand injury.
"Hiss."
"The military knife's right hand is ruined?"
"Finger Knife, a technique preferred by Rong's sneaky thieves, only half a finger long, easily clamped between fingers, thus the na. Not everyone can master it, requiring strong talent and nimble fingers."
"This technique isn't powerful but wins by surprise. Nobody expected Li Feng to wield the Rong Family's Finger Knife."
"Indeed, it's hard to guard against, and lightning quick, leaving no ti to respond."
"Li Feng must have planned this all along, setting a trap for the military knife."
Cold Feng furrowed his brow at the sight of the military knife's uncontrollably bleeding right hand.
"Thirteen Young Master, leave. This is your crew; they can't handle Li Feng. Don't risk yourself. Wait for reinforcents before confronting Li Feng."
"Preserve the green mountains so there's charcoal to burn."
"All of you, attack Li Feng. If Thirteen Young Master is hard, none of you will survive."
The military knife said, then swung his left-hand knife downward towards Li Feng's back.
Li Feng evaded the slash by slipping left, bypassing the military knife's feeble attack, its power diminished by half due to blood loss from the right arterial injury.
"Are you going to run?"
Li Feng squinted at Cold Feng.
"Run?"
Cold Feng opened his Bone Fan with a snap: "There's no such word as 'run' in my dictionary."
"Take the military knife. If he lives, you live; if he dies, you all accompany him."
The timid Night Killers exchanged fearful glances, evidently more afraid of Cold Feng than the threat posed by the military knife.
Reputation speaks louder than nas.
Several assassins quickly slipped past Li Feng, assisting the military knife from behind, wrapping his arm in a bandage to slow down the bleeding.
Otherwise, in less than three to five minutes, he'd go into hemorrhagic shock.
Lifting his gaze to Cold Feng, who stayed behind, Li Feng remarks, "Hmm, you surprised . I thought you'd flee pathetically."
Cold Feng scoffed coldly.
"Never underestimate anyone. Although, I admit I misjudged you, thinking you only had business acun and craftiness, yet unexpected, you're skilled."
"Still, no harm."
"Honestly, facing no adversary is lonely. It's been a long ti since I felt this thrill," Cold Feng said, licking his dry lips.
"Heavenly Master."
Zhongtian, Wanjin Grand Hotel.
Lin Heavenly Master finally arrived at the hotel, welcod by a group of people. Lin Heavenly Master, a kindly looking elderly man in his sixties, carried an approachable deanor.
He emanated an immortal aura, true to his Heavenly Master persona, making it hard to connect him with the other identity as Lin Batian, leader of the Dark Martial World South.
"My son was kidnapped?"
Lin Heavenly Master picked up the finger left by Li Feng, speaking softly.
The hotel's manager nearby was sweating profusely: "Heavenly Master, we never expected anyone to openly do such a thing in the hotel."
"Rumored to be done by soone nad Li Feng?"
"Yes, Heavenly Master, this Li Feng from Huacheng, we learned he's had multiple clashes with Wanzhou."
"Do you think it's personal vendetta?"
"Well…."
"Heavenly Master, Li Feng left a ssage, asking you to personally go to Huacheng to fetch the person. If you're not there in seven days, then...!"
The hotel manager dared not finish, glancing secretly at Lin Heavenly Master.
"I don't go, and he'll kill him, right?"
"Heavenly Master, the Thirteen Grand Protectors, Cold Feng, already went to intercept Li Feng. He's headed south by boat, detected by Cold Feng, who has reached An City, surely able to intercept on the way."
"Why's Cold Feng so impulsive."
A middle-aged person frowned but then added: "Heavenly Master, Cold Feng has the skills and tact. Since he personally goes, rescuing Wanzhou shouldn't be a problem."
Lin Heavenly Master was noncommittal, glanced around: "Why haven't I seen Protector Gu?"
"Reply to Heavenly Master, Protector Gu couldn't be contacted, unsure what he's been doing recently."
"Out of touch?"
"Yes, neither Protector Gu nor his n could be reached."
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