Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 211: Bandits of Chijin Mountain

Under the gloomy night, the town seemed shrouded in a mysterious veil of darkness. The streets were silent, with only the occasional rustle of the wind. Lin Feng, like a flash of black lightning, darted through the shadows. He had just concluded a bloody battle; this was already the fourth group of men he had dispatched tonight.

Lin Feng stood quietly amidst the corpses, his face as stern as a frozen lake, without a ripple. His gaze, sharp as cold stars, scanned the fallen enemies. None of those who came to capture Chen Xiner were considered top-tier. The strongest was only a fifth-grade Grandmaster, and the rest hadn't even reached the Grandmaster level.

Lin Feng was like a death god from hell. With a simple raise of his hand, those below the Grandmaster level were instantly strangled by an invisible force, transforming into clouds of blood mist that filled the air, the bloody smell making one sick. Even those at the Fifth Rank Grandmaster level, stricken by Lin Feng's blow, fell to the ground, severely injured, struggling in pain and uttering faint moans.

Lin Feng felt no mercy. He knew these people were ruthless criminals, driven by the bounty, and would show no mercy, unlike those civilians who were simply out to scare people for money. His eyes were cold, and in the darkness of the night, he was a ruthless killing machine, constantly clearing out these threats.

Suddenly, Lin Feng seemed to sense something strange, and his brow furrowed slightly. His keen senses seemed to detect a hint of danger emanating from the inn's direction. He suddenly raised his head, his gaze piercing the darkness, seeing through all obstacles. A moment later, his figure vanished like a gust of wind, leaving behind only a bloody battlefield and the lingering scent of blood.

The scene shifted to Chen Xiner's room in the inn. The atmosphere was suffocatingly tense, as if an invisible hand were gripping everyone's throat. The oppressive atmosphere felt like a huge rock pressing down on one's heart, making it difficult to breathe. Chen Yu stood like a solid fortress, his body erect, like a pine tree standing proudly on the edge of a cliff.

He held Chen Xin'er tightly behind him, his broad figure like an impenetrable barrier, shielding him from all danger. Chi Sha and his men stood across from them, their fierce gazes like those of hungry wolves, gleaming with greed and cruelty, as if ready to devour them. The small room was packed with people, each emanating a powerful aura, intertwined, making the atmosphere even more dignified.

At this moment, Chen Xiner's soft voice trembled slightly as she whispered, "Brother Yu..." However, before she could finish her words, Chen Yu firmly interrupted her. Chen Yu tilted his head slightly, his eyes firm and gentle, filled with endless affection and determination. He looked at Chen Xiner and said, "Miss, don't worry, I won't let you be captured." His voice was soft, but full of power, like a declaration of war against fate. Every word was resounding, like a hammer hitting Chen Xiner's heart, gradually calming her panic.

At this moment, Chi Sha's hoarse voice rang out, tinged with disdain and contempt: "You overestimate your abilities! Charge!" With Chi Sha's command, his followers, along with Guan Sheng and his followers, slowly advanced. Their steps were heavy and powerful, each one imbued with murderous intent. Their faces wore ferocious expressions, like a group of demons crawling out of hell. Chen Yu and Chen Xin'er retreated continuously, like trapped beasts cornered. Their backs gradually approached the wall. There was no way out. The cold wall seemed like the shackles of fate, tightly locking away their hopes.

Just as the gang member and Guan Sheng were about to approach Chen Yu, a wall suddenly shattered, and a figure burst in like lightning. It was Xu Tian. A flicker of surprise crossed the gang member's ferocious face, and he shouted, "Who is it?" Xu Tian's towering figure stood tall in the room, his eyes blazing with rage that seemed to incinerate all enemies. He declared domineeringly, "Dare to touch Chen Xin'er, and you will die!" His voice, like thunder, echoed through the room, making everyone's ears buzz.

Then, like a ferocious cheetah, Xu Tian engaged his accomplices, Guan Sheng, and a host of his followers. As a sixth-rank Grandmaster, Xu Tian possessed extraordinary strength. His attacks were sweeping and sweeping, each movement imbued with such force that it seemed to rend the very air. His fists, like cannonballs, whirred and slammed into the enemy with ferocious force.

Although both Dangyou and Guan Sheng were fifth-grade Grandmasters, they didn't retreat. Gnashing their teeth, their eyes gleaming with ferocity, they led a group of half-step Grandmasters and charged frantically at Xu Tian. Their weapons gleamed coldly in the light, like a pack of hungry wolves besieging a lion.

Because the room was rather small, their powerful attack unleashed a surge of Qi, like a surging tide. It impacted the walls, directly destroying some of them. Bricks and dust flew everywhere, and the room was in chaos. Chen Yu tightly protected Chen Xin'er, his body trembling slightly, not from fear, but from nervousness. He had only one thought in mind: Chen Xin'er must not be harmed in the slightest.

His gaze was fixed intently on the surrounding enemies, as if he would pounce without hesitation upon any approaching enemy. Xu Tian, ​​however, was wary, fearing his attacks might accidentally injure Chen Yu and Chen Xin'er, so he held back from using his full strength. Had he attacked without hesitation, with his Sixth-Rank Grandmaster prowess, he would have dispatched these people long ago. However, in this chaotic situation, he could only carefully control his strength, finding a balance between protection and attack.

Xu Tian was caught in a fierce battle with his accomplices, Guan Sheng, and a group of his subordinates. His calm gaze swept back and forth across the chaotic battle, and suddenly, a brilliant plan flashed through his mind.

Xu Tian adjusted his breathing slightly, a sly look flashing in his eyes. He deliberately left a flaw in his defense, which the accomplice's sharp gaze instantly caught. A smug smile crossed the accomplice's ferocious face. Without hesitation, he concentrated all his strength on his right fist and swung it forward. The fist, with a whirring sound and powerful force, struck Xu Tian's left side fiercely.