Li Feng looked calm when the front hooves of Black Tornado touched the ground, clearly annoyed by the rider on its back, then instantly darted out with gathered strides.
"Li, my brother."
Zhang Chang also exclaid in astonishnt, asking if it was necessary to be so fierce—the mont he ntioned Black Tornado had a fiery temperant, Li Feng had mounted it. Was he joking?
Li Feng didn’t hear Zhang Chang’s inner thoughts as Black Tornado’s speed was rapid, and gusts of wind roared past his ears. Li Feng had ridden horses before, and had once stayed in Afghanistan for three months to complete a deal.
Afghanistan has many mountains and barren landscapes, and transportation there could be described by one word: terrible. Hence, riding horses and cals there was an important ans of travel, and Li Feng had learned horse riding there.
Compared to the dilapidated roads of Afghanistan, the horse tracks at the ranch were flat and smooth, causing Li Feng no stress at all. He let Black Tornado gallop freely and wild, while he sat on it as steady as Mount Tai, savoring the thrill of the speed.
Zhang Chang sighed with relief; it seed like everything was okay.
However, from where did Li Feng learn to ride horses? The docunt he held about Li Feng felt almost worthless because it summarized the life of an ordinary man with so added lodrama.
But from both encounters, it was evident that Li Feng was no ordinary man.
An ordinary man would not have the heart of the Wang Family’s young mistress from Sea City. Zhang Chang understood political marriages well; they were alliances ford rely for benefits, and emotions were non-existent in them—respecting each other was already fortunate.
Most involved parties live separate lives, without interfering with one another.
Just like how Li Feng could ride a horse; in Yan Country, horse riding had beco a sport for nobility. Without so capabilities, one simply couldn’t afford the leisure, considering a horse sotis cost even more than a sports car.
Add to that the expenses for a tar, a veterinarian, and daily costs, it wasn’t a small sum.
"Jin’er, co on!"
After three laps, Black Tornado began to ta down. Horses sense when soone strong commands them, becoming best companions if tad, and a ride full of bruises if not.
Jin’er humd in approval, gracefully mounted her horse, which was much more docile than Black Tornado, and quickly caught up to Li Feng.
"Li Feng, where did you learn to ride so well?"
Jin’er was quite surprised.
"I used to work overseas. Once I went to Afghanistan and learned it from the locals there."
"Ah!"
Jin’er looked surprised. "You’ve worked overseas? What all did you do?"
"There was a lot; basically, anything that made money." Li Feng was not entirely lying.
"It must have been tough for you."
Jin’er looked at Li Feng, imagining a disregarded illegitimate son struggling abroad to make ends et because she also took odd jobs to support herself while studying in the Northern Federation.
"It was okay. Though tough, it was fulfilling."
Just then, a fleeting flash of light ca from the forest beside the Mountain Villa.
Though it was fleeting, Li Feng instinctively caught the light—soone was watching from afar.
"Jin’er, let’s race."
"Okay."
"I’ll count to three, then we start."
"One, two, three."
"Go."
Wang Jin’er imdiately clamped her legs around her horse, leaned forward, and cracked her whip, and Princess, the horse beneath her, shot out like an arrow.
Li Feng followed close behind, but at the end of the charge, Li Feng didn’t turn; instead, he let Black Cyclone leap forth, charging straight out of the race track and onto a set of steps, sprinting up the not-so-steep mountain.
Midway up the mountain, a pavilion.
Li Feng, riding Black Cyclone, blocked the entrance of the pavilion at the mountainside and coldly eyed the man inside.
"State your na."
Li Feng sized up the man, noting from his stance that he had professional training, and even from several ters away, Li Feng could feel the aura of a killer emanating from him.
"People in the world call Eight Master."
"Huh."
Li Feng scoffed, "Eight Master? Are you alone?"
Eight Master stood in the pavilion, raising his eyes to et Li Feng’s, "I alone am enough."
"I had hoped to find a suitable ti and place to kill you. Since you’re here, you might as well stay."
With that, Eight Master pulled out two wide-blade short knives from behind him.
"Eight-cutting Saber."
"You belong to the Wing Chun sect."
Li Feng noticed the weapons in the man’s hands, instantly recognizing them as the unique cold weapons of the Wing Chun sect, the Eight-cutting Saber.
"When did the successor of the Eight-cutting Saber start acting like a dog for others?"
Eight Master’s expression turned icy at Li Feng’s words, "Cut the crap, and prepare to die." With a tap of his toe, Eight Master leapt into the air, and his Eight-cutting Saber sliced through the air, leaving a long arc.
Li Feng, still on the horse, sneered and flicked his finger. A Finger Knife shot out, and Eight Master hurriedly blocked it with his saber, the Finger Knife grazing past him as he spun mid-air and landed.
Li Feng pulled on the reins, and Black Cyclone reared up, its front hooves aiming for Eight Master.
Eight Master rolled away awkwardly. Li Feng, seated firmly on his horse, looked down at Eight Master scornfully, then flipped off the horse.
"Is this all the might of the Wing Chun Eight-cutting Saber? Is it my lack of knowledge or your lack of skill? You wouldn’t happen to be a reject kicked out by Wing Chun, wielding the Eight-cutting Saber just to show off?"
"You’re asking for death!"
Eight Master stepped forward, both sabers in hand.
Li Feng eyes turned cold, and he whipped out his horsewhip, striking Eight Master’s hand, the Eight-cutting Saber nearly falling from his grasp.
Li Feng swung again with the whip, hitting the other saber. The blade quivered, and Eight Master’s hands started to feel numb.
"Your swordsplay is shallow, with too many openings."
After saying that, Li Feng kicked Eight Master in the chest, sending him crashing into the pavilion, breaking at least three or four ribs.
"Though there’s a killer’s aura on you, sadly, it’s only enough to kill the weak. You’re also among the weak. Your blade has no intent to kill."
Li Feng gave a cold glance to Eight Master lying on the ground.
"Next ti, if you co to kill , either send a Grandmaster, or bring a hundred and eighty of your kind."
"Not even enough for a warm-up."
Li Feng then turned, pulling Black Cyclone down the steps.
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