Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

He wanted to see for himself whether Zhao Erniu would come to assassinate Huang Xiong Huan as promised.

Although he had some understanding of Zhao Erniu through Zhao Erbao's memories, he still kept his promise.

But when it comes to matters of life and death, seeing is believing.

Secondly, he should be prepared for both possibilities: if Zhao Erniu does not come or fails, Lin Feng will have to take action himself.

Although Huang Xiong Huan was a master of internal strength, his reaction speed far exceeded that of the Body Refinement Realm.

If a master of internal strength can easily dodge a stone bow, they can also dodge two stone bows if they are vigilant.

However, the power of the Three Stone Bow is not to be underestimated. As long as the timing is right, it is easy to strike the enemy unprepared and kill them in one blow.

He was thinking to himself that once he returned to the city, he would definitely go to the supermarket and buy some assault rifles for free.

This thing is much better than the Three Stone Bow. It has greater power and a faster rate of fire, and it doesn't consume stamina. As for the recoil, it's negligible for Lin Feng in his current state.

"In the end, I still lack the strength." Lin Feng pondered as he moved through the shadows.

After walking silently for about fifteen minutes, the tall outline of the Huang Family Martial Arts School came into view.

The entire street was shrouded in darkness, except for two lanterns with the character "Huang" printed on them hanging under the eaves of the Huang Family Martial Arts School.

The dim candlelight illuminated the four gilded characters "Huang Family Martial Arts School" with exceptional clarity, exuding an air of extravagance.

Lin Feng lay in wait in a shadowy corner at the street corner, where clutter was piled up, perfectly blending himself into the darkness.

Holding his breath and focusing his attention, he pushed his heightened hearing to its limit, carefully capturing every sound and movement within the high walls.

For a long time, there was no unusual noise or disturbance inside the martial arts school.

If Zhao Erniu had already succeeded, the martial arts school would have been in an uproar by now.

"They're not here yet...?"

Lin Feng was not discouraged; he still held a glimmer of hope for Zhao Erniu, this honest and trustworthy man.

Trust your instincts.

He adjusted his somewhat stiff posture, like the most patient hunter, and continued to wait.

Time passed slowly in the silence and tense waiting.

The moon gradually tilted westward, and its soft light grew colder.

The lanterns and candles in front of the martial arts school had gone out at some point, leaving only two dark outlines.

It was past midnight, close to one in the morning, and the whole street was even quieter, as if even the wind had stopped flowing.

Just as Lin Feng was about to give up, a light footstep sound came from under the moonlight.

"Tap...tap..."

A very faint yet remarkably steady sound of footsteps came from the other end of the long street, unhurried and exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

Lin Feng's spirits lifted instantly, his muscles tensed immediately, and he looked in the direction of the sound.

Under the moonlight, a tall and robust figure gradually appeared, its outline blurred, seemingly carrying a long stick-like object in its hand, and steadily walked towards the martial arts school.

The figure paused briefly in front of the tightly closed martial arts school gate, but did not knock.

Instead, he looked around, then suddenly leaped up, as light as a monkey, and with one hand on the top of the wall, he silently flipped over the high wall. His movements were clean, neat, and swift!

Although Lin Feng couldn't see the face clearly, he was certain that the person was Zhao Erniu based on the familiar figure and posture.

A hint of excitement flashed in Lin Feng's eyes, and his heart pounded faster.

The chill of the night wind and the tingling numbness from being curled up for so long all vanished at this moment.

He gently moved his slightly numb legs and feet, a look of joy flashing in his eyes.

The show is finally about to begin.

boom!

A sudden explosion rang out from the deep courtyard of the Huang Family Martial Arts School, echoing through the silent night sky.

Lin Feng, who was waiting intently, thought to himself, "Wow!"

"This Zhao Erniu... he's too reckless!"

He originally thought it would be an assassination, a stealthy operation, the kind that "enters the village quietly, without firing a shot."

Who would have thought that Zhao Erniu would cause such a commotion right away?

As expected, names containing the character for "ox" are powerful, especially for someone as strong as an ox.

"Who?!"

"what!"

Immediately afterwards, a sharp, short scream pierced the night sky, as if abruptly cut off by some force.

The sound came through the high wall, making Lin Feng, who was hiding in the shadows, feel itchy inside, his curiosity mixed with excitement rising rapidly.

Unable to contain himself, he decided to find a better spot to watch the game.

After a slight hesitation, he took a few steps back, took a running start to push off the outer wall, and climbed up using both hands and feet. His movements were not as graceful and nimble as Zhao Erniu's.

Squatting on the wall, the view inside the Huang Family Martial Arts School suddenly opened up.

The martial arts school has been alerted, and candlelight is shining through many windows.

The dim candlelight illuminated the silhouettes of people hastily dressing inside the room.

In an instant, shouts and running sounds erupted into chaos.

Looking in the direction of the sound.

In the open space in the front yard, Zhao Erniu's burly figure stood proudly.

He held a heavy iron rod in his hand and planted it on the ground. At his feet lay the lifeless corpse of a Huang family disciple.

They stood openly in the courtyard, waiting for the Huang family martial arts school disciples to gather.

Lin Feng dared not utter a sound.

As many people ran out, their footsteps were disorderly, and many were still half asleep.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Feng crouched down and moved quickly along the ridge of the wall, nimbly climbing onto the roof of the gatehouse.

He lay prone on the roof tiles, peeking out slightly, and had a perfect view of the entire front yard of the Huang Family Martial Arts School.

"Quick, grab your weapons!"

The lanterns and torches quickly gathered, illuminating the courtyard in a bright red glow.

In less than a minute, more than twenty disciples of the Huang Family Martial Arts School emerged from all directions.

He ran swiftly to the weapons rack and grabbed his usual longsword.

They scattered and surrounded Zhao Erniu, who was all alone, in layers upon layers.

The gleaming blade, reflecting the moonlight and firelight, shone with a chilling light, exuding a murderous aura.

"You audacious scoundrel! How dare you break into the Huang Family Martial Arts School at night? You're courting death!"

One of the leading disciples shouted sternly, trying to overwhelm the other party with his imposing manner.

Zhao Erniu ignored the cluster of knives around him, casually slinging the iron rod over his shoulder.

His gaze, sharp as lightning, swept over the faces surrounding him. His voice, booming like a bell, made everyone's eardrums vibrate: "Enough nonsense! Where is that old bastard Huang Xiong Huan? Tell him to come out and face his death!"

"Outrageous! How dare he attempt to assassinate our master in the dead of night! Everyone, attack and kill him!"

Before he finished speaking, the disciples launched a sudden attack!

The five or six disciples closest to the front roared and swung their swords from different directions, the flashes of their blades weaving a deadly net.

Faced with such an offensive, Zhao Erniu was not afraid at all; instead, his copper bell-like eyes blazed with an almost fanatical excitement.

"Perfect timing! These sticks are freshly sharpened; I'll use them to test my 'Monkey King Stick Technique' on you!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the figure moved!

Its massive body displayed a terrifying speed that was completely disproportionate to its size, like a giant ape that had suddenly sprung up!

The seemingly heavy black iron rod in his hand transformed into a blurry black shadow, accompanied by a dull whistling sound, and with a simple sweeping motion, he swept across the battlefield!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Crack..."

The sickening cracking sound and muffled thuds almost blended together.

The four or five disciples at the forefront, their knives still raised in mid-air, screamed and coughed up blood as they flew backward, crashing to the ground with broken legs, instantly losing their fighting ability.

Zhao Erniu continued his offensive without pause. He shifted his stance, twisted his waist and hips, and used the momentum to change his sweeping iron rod into a chopping motion. With a fierce wind that seemed to split mountains and shatter rocks, he smashed it down on the head of a disciple who was trying to launch a sneak attack from the side!

The disciple hurriedly drew his sword to parry.

"puff!"

The long sword was cut in two, and the iron rod, still carrying momentum, landed solidly on his head.

Instantly, red and white splattered everywhere, like watermelons falling to the ground.

Lin Feng, who was lying on the roof, saw this scene clearly. He subconsciously squinted and turned his head away, unable to bear to look at it.

He clenched his teeth, his face scrunched up in disgust.

That's so brutal!!!

The two sides were not even in the same league. Zhao Erniu was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, a one-sided massacre.