Chapter 39: Lin Feng's Counterattack

  "If I hadn't spared your life, you'd be dead by now!" Lin Feng said with a cold tone.

  "Haha! If we didn't show mercy, you'd be dead by now!" The man laughed loudly. "You're just a Sixth-Rank Tiger Fist user, and my two Fifth-Rank Tiger Fist brothers hit your abdomen head-on. If they used their full strength, if you didn't die, then you'd be a god!"

  Lin Feng snorted, he also knew that the other party was telling the truth. However, he really couldn't swallow this breath, and actually lost to those few Tiger Form Fist Fifth Heavy guys, how could this be possible?

  "If we were to fight one on one, none of us would be your match. But you also know that we are from the Imperial Guards, we are veterans. Our battles are fought in wars. The way we fight is the way of the battlefield. So, youngster, you didn't lose unfairly!"

  That man stood up, laughing loudly, "Looking at your age, you're here to take the test to join the Xuan Jia Heavy Cavalry, right? You recognized us as members of the Rong Jun Yuan, so when you attacked, you held back and didn't dare hurt us too badly. Isn't that right? Youngster, in a life-or-death battle, one must go all out; how can you not lose if you're hesitant like this?"

  Lin Feng was silent for a moment, then bowed his head slightly towards the man and said in a deep voice: "Thank you for your advice!"

  He had indeed figured it out. Since they had already clashed, he would first knock his opponent down before thinking about anything else. As for the rest, it wasn't too late to think about them after his opponent fell.

  If it were suitable and not afraid of hurting the other party, the result would certainly not be like this.

  "Haha! I didn't think you'd understand so quickly, kid. I like that! Now, remember this: when it comes to fighting, no matter what method you use, as long as you can defeat your opponent, it's a good method! All that nonsense about being upright and honorable is just crap! The only thing that matters is knocking down your opponent and achieving your goal!"

  Looking at Lin Feng shaking his head, Hanzi smiled and said: "Although you are a child who can be taught, this is indeed not a place where you can live. No matter who it is, the first team of our Xuan Jia Heavy Cavalry will not allow him to live here. Young man, since you lost, then leave this mansion by yourself!"

  "Haha!" Lin Feng burst out laughing, "Leave? Why would I leave?"

  "Hey kid, don't be insolent, or do we need to throw you out?" The man's face sank, and he said angrily.

  "Come on, senior! Again!" Lin Feng stood up straight, beckoning Hanzi with his hand.

  "Huh?" The man was taken aback, "What, you can still fight?"

  "A minor injury, not worth mentioning." Lin Feng said with a big laugh.

  That man's face was full of surprise: "You little brat, have you recovered now? How is this possible?"

  "My injury wasn't as serious as you thought, and although I haven't fully recovered yet, it's almost there. Beating the few of you is still no problem." Lin Feng said with a confident smile.

  At this time, the injuries in his body had almost recovered. After all, he was the sixth heavy tiger-shaped fist, and the tiger-shaped fist was a physical training technique. His body was originally strong, and his ability to withstand blows was also extremely strong.

  Moreover, he has had an extremely strong self-healing ability since childhood. If not, how could he have endured those three years in Heishi Town, where he was often bullied by Wang Hu and others?

  But the most crucial thing is the ability of Zhuque Wanxiang Gong!

  The Zhuque Wanxiang Gong can control the flow of yuanqi inside the body. As he spoke, he had already manipulated the flow of yuanqi in his body to enter the zangfu organs and alleviate the injuries within them.

  The heaven and earth's original energy is the best product for healing wounds. When others are injured, they also rely on the nourishment of the heaven and earth's original energy to slowly recover, but that process is passive and cannot be controlled. However, practitioners of Zhuque Wuxiang Gong can completely control the flow of their body's original energy, so healing injuries is naturally much faster.

  As long as they are not killed with one hit, practitioners of Zhuque Wanxiang Gong are almost invincible!

  Of course this is Lin Feng's secret, he won't say it out loud, only saying that he didn't suffer such serious injuries.

  "Has it almost recovered?"

  That big fellow suddenly became speechless, staring at Lin Feng as if he was looking at a freak. The two old brothers' fists were very hard, and he knew it clearly.

  Hit in the abdomen by two old brothers head-on, and yet he immediately has the ability to fight again?

  Looking at Lin Feng's spirited appearance, Hanzi's face also showed a hint of contemplation.

  Originally there were five of us old brothers, now I'm injured and another one has a broken arm, basically none of us have the ability to fight anymore. There are only three people who can still fight!

  The kid opposite is undoubtedly clever, and after being pointed out by himself, he has already grasped the truth of fighting. After all, the opponent is one level higher than us, this battle is indeed extremely tricky!

  The onlookers, the active duty knights of the Black Iron Heavy Cavalry, were all from the second battalion stationed in Luoyun City. Seeing the old soldiers of the first battalion being humiliated, their faces actually showed a schadenfreude expression.

  This matter of the mansion is originally a matter for the First Squad, and has nothing to do with the Second Squad. They naturally will not intervene.

  Lin Feng also saw that these people and the five who took action were clearly not from the same camp. Lin Feng also knew that the Xuan Jia Heavy Cavalry had 5,000 men, divided into five large teams, each with its own leader in charge, and they looked down on each other. It's likely that these people and those old soldiers didn't come from the same team.

  Fortunately, these people did not intervene. There were a few guys who were the sixth level of Tiger Fist, and two of them were actually the seventh level of Tiger Fist! Such opponents, Lin Feng would have to go all out, using all his trump cards, in order to fight with them. And such a result was something that Lin Feng did not want to see.

  "Are a few of you leaving by yourselves, or should I throw you out?" Lin Feng smiled as he looked at the scar-faced man who seemed slightly hesitant.

  "Damn kid......" The man had just opened his mouth, but immediately shut it tightly. Because Lin Feng had already made a move the moment he opened his mouth!

  Lin Feng opened his mouth to speak, and it turned out to be another way to distract them!

  "Fighting against the enemy, using every trick in the book. This kid learns fast!" The man thought to himself, also giving a thumbs up. At this time, Lin Feng had already charged towards him, throwing a punch at him!

  This punch was completely different from the previous one, overbearing and unparalleled, filled with a sense of killing intent. Even this man who had been through hundreds of battles couldn't help but feel a hint of fear!

  This is the boxing meaning of Lin Heng's tiger-shaped fist, and now Lin Feng has also learned a bit of its skin.

  BOOM!!!!!!!!!

  Under the influence of this fist intent, Hanzi's mind was slightly dazed, and Lin Feng's fist had already heavily smashed onto his chest.

  "Ah!"

  The man let out a miserable howl, his body flying backward and crashing through the thick courtyard wall, landing far away on the main street. Lin Feng's punch was not fatal, but it had already broken several of his ribs, and he would be bedridden for at least ten days or half a month!

  "Big Brother!" The other four instantly turned red-eyed, and rushed towards Lin Feng. Even the guy with a broken arm charged over, howling in rage!

  Lin Feng smiled coldly and flashed to the side of the man who had lost an arm, without any politeness. His right leg swept out like a long whip, directly kicking the one-armed man high into the air. Fresh blood sprayed wildly as he fell outside the mansion.

  The other three people, although their eyes were red, still maintained the encirclement of Lin Feng. However, the encirclement circle of the three people had become much looser.

  Lin Feng directly and violently stomped the ground, charging towards the man who was farthest from the other two, and threw a very overbearing punch!

  This punch is mighty and unparalleled, filled with a resolute determination!

  With me, there's no rival, the battle is won! This is the true essence of Lin Heng's fist intent! Even against an opponent of the same level, one can rely on this momentum to gain the upper hand, let alone when the opponent is a whole level lower than Lin Feng!

  Just like the first Hanzi, that man was also intimidated by the momentum of this punch, and he hesitated for a moment. Moreover, Lin Feng's fist was extremely fast, so that man was also blown away by one punch, and in mid-air, blood spurted out wildly, falling to the ground on the main street.

  This time, Lin Feng's moves were extremely ruthless. Although he didn't kill anyone, these few people would definitely have to go back and lie in bed for ten days or half a month!

  Seeing Lin Feng being so fierce, the other two old soldiers finally lost their morale and showed a hint of hesitation in their eyes. According to the rules of the battlefield, when it's impossible to wear down the opponent, one should make a full effort to retreat. But those damn guys from the Second Squad were watching from the side, and turning around to run like this was really not very good-looking...

  They were hesitating, but Lin Feng didn't give them time to hesitate. Almost at the same time, Lin Feng punched one of them flying, and another was kicked flying with a leg, both falling outside the courtyard.

  "Good!" The muscular men watching Lin Feng's two swift and clean moves couldn't help but cheer. In the Xuanwu Heavy Cavalry, only the strong were revered. Without strength, no matter how fawning you were, nobody would pay attention to you; only with great power could you gain respect.

  "Kid, you've got skills!" The lead old soldier's mouth was full of fresh blood, and he had actually crawled up from the ground, stumbling and limping as he walked in, staring at Lin Feng. "You're very perceptive, a good seedling. Unfortunately, although you defeated us, you still have to move out of this place! This mansion, you don't even qualify to live here!"

  "It'll take some real effort to get me to move out!" Lin Feng said with a smile, "Otherwise, I won't be leaving."

  Just kidding, this is his home, after leaving for eight years and returning here, how could he leave again?

  "Kid, the power of Tiger Shape Fist's sixth level is nothing compared to our squad! That man sneered, "I'm telling you this because I think you have a good sense of awareness. I'm afraid that if someone else comes out and strikes too heavily or lightly, it would be a pity to hurt you. If you persist in your ignorance, you will definitely regret it!"

  "Is this also one of your tactics?" Lin Feng laughed loudly.

  "What's the point!" The man grunted and turned to leave. The other four strong men also struggled to get up and followed him away.

  Lin Feng looked at the backs of several people and couldn't help but admire them. He knew his own strength, and after suffering such a severe injury, he was able to leave on his own, these few were indeed worthy of being called tough guys!

  "Good job, kiddo!"

  "I've got my eye on you!"

  "It's great, it hurts so good! Haha!"

  The knights who were watching cheered and praised in a flurry, Lin Feng smiled slightly, but didn't take it to heart.

  These are all guys who fear that the world is not chaotic, now that nothing has happened, they still don't leave, obviously waiting for something to happen next. It's just unknown what kind of master will appear next.

  It's clear that this mansion is of great importance to the entire battalion. The battalion, after all, was where Lin Heng served back in the day. Why they're so fixated on this old house is also a mystery to Lin Feng.

  What secrets is this old mansion hiding?

  "Make way! Move aside!" A thunderous shout, a bald and muscular man strode in from outside, pushing the knights on both sides away with his hands. Those knights, seeing the muscular man, seemed to be extremely intimidated, hastily retreating far away. The muscular man's moves were very heavy-handed, those pushed-away knights all sat directly on the ground, yet they didn't dare say anything.

  Lin Feng looked at the burly man, his eyes also slightly narrowed. This burly man was obviously a strong seventh-level Tiger Form Fist practitioner, but even the two seventh-level Tiger Form Fist onlookers in the crowd seemed somewhat intimidated by him, so he was absolutely not ordinary!

  He is absolutely not an ordinary Seventh-Grade Strongman of the Tiger Shape Fist!

  "Little one, was it you who injured five of my brothers from the First Squad?" The robust man's voice was like thunder.

  "It's me." Lin Feng nodded.

  "Alright, you're pretty good!" the man roared. "Being able to defeat five of them, you're not bad! I won't bully you either, I'll give you one last chance, leave here, or else I'll cripple you!"

  "Hmm!" Lin Feng's eyes slightly chilled, his blood boiling. This was his home, why should he leave?

  "Hey, you pups of the Second Squad! What are you staring at?" The burly man bellowed, "That thing that happened back then still hasn't been settled to this day, and Iron Blood Centurion Lin Heng is still our First Squad's hero! Old Lin's mansion, as long as I'm around, no one can live here! Whoever dares to live here, I'll beat him until his own mother won't recognize him!"