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

Zhao Erniu wielded an iron rod with such skill that water could not penetrate it. His moves were wide and sweeping, yet incredibly fast. Every strike was powerful and heavy, capable of injuring or killing anyone who touched it.

Although the Huang family disciples were numerous, none of them could withstand even a single move from him. Often, as soon as they rushed forward, before they could even deliver their swords, they would be knocked away, stabbed, or smashed by his staff.

Screams and the sound of bones shattering mingled together, turning the front yard into a living hell almost instantly.

"stop!"

A furious and alarmed shout came from the archway leading to the backyard.

His powerful voice temporarily drowned out the noise in the room.

Lin Feng looked in the direction of the sound. He saw two people walking quickly into the front yard, surrounded by a group of disciples holding torches and looking nervous.

The leader was Huang Xiong Huan, the head of the Huang Family Martial Arts School.

Following closely behind him, the long hair on the black mole at the corner of his mouth could only be Huang Shouye.

Huang Xiong Huan glanced at the disciples lying haphazardly in the courtyard, their bodies mangled and their faces instantly turning ashen, but a hint of undisguised horror flashed deep in his eyes.

Although these disciples were not top-tier, they had been trained and practiced martial arts for many years under his tutelage. They could easily take on seven or eight ordinary strong men.

But now, they are being slaughtered by these intruders as easily as cutting melons and vegetables?

Even if he absolutely couldn't do it.

The opponent's strength and ruthlessness filled him with fear.

"How dare he break into the Huang residence at night! He's courting death! Father! Beat him to death!"

Huang Shouye, standing to the side, failed to notice the turmoil in his father's heart. He continued to jump up and down, pointing his index finger at Zhao Erniu and shouting.

Upon hearing this, Huang Xiong Huan almost choked on his own breath, wishing he could slap Huang Shou Ye to death.

This is sending him to his death!

At this moment, Zhao Erniu also stopped attacking, his iron rod pointing diagonally at the ground, with drops of blood still slowly dripping from it.

He didn't even glance at the remaining disciples around him, who were too terrified to step forward; his gaze was fixed directly on Huang Xiong Huan.

He spoke again: "You... are Huang Xiong Huan?"

Huang Xiong Huan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil and anger in his heart.

Huang Xiong Huan ignored the corpses of his disciples.

He even managed to force a somewhat "amiable" expression onto his face, clasped his hands in a fist salute towards Zhao Erniu, and spoke in an extremely gentle tone:

"My name is Huang Xiong Huan."

May I ask your esteemed name?

Such a ruthless and fierce attack coming so late at night must mean there's some misunderstanding.

The misunderstanding is cleared up.

Huang Shouye, standing beside him, was taken aback. His heart skipped a beat; something was off about his father's tone.

In the past, Huang Xiong Huan would have been enraged and extremely arrogant in such a situation, but today, with so many of his fellow disciples dead, he was still speaking politely.

No, the enemy is very strong.

Thinking of this, he silently stepped back.

"Misunderstanding?" Zhao Erniu sneered, his laughter filled with undisguised contempt.

"Misunderstanding my ass! I'm going to kill you!"

Before he could finish speaking, the blue brick beneath Zhao Erniu's feet shattered with a "crack"!

His figure transformed into a blurry black shadow, rushing straight at Huang Xiong's face, the black iron rod in his hand piercing the air with a piercing sonic boom.

The real battle has only just begun.

Huang Xionghuan's pupils contracted sharply, and he could no longer be bothered with any pleasantries, so he quickly withdrew.

However, his speed was far inferior to Zhao Erniu's. In just two quick steps, Zhao Erniu had already closed in, and the black iron rod in his hand transformed into several shadows, blocking all paths.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Huang Xionghuan drew his sword and held it horizontally in front of his chest, still sheathed.

boom!

The scabbard shattered into pieces the instant it touched the black iron rod.

The stick slammed heavily onto Huang Xionghuan's shoulder, the terrifying force forcing him to kneel on one knee, the bluestone slab beneath him cracking open.

Faintly, one could even hear a cracking sound like bones breaking.

With just one blow, Huang Xiong's shoulder and knee were both fractured.

He struggled to get up, but found that he couldn't move at all; the black iron rod pressing on his shoulder felt like a small mountain.

At this moment, he was filled with terror, never expecting that the opponent's power would be so terrifying.

"Good man, let's talk this out."

"I'll give you whatever money you want. Who hired you?"

Zhao Erniu sneered: "You've offended someone you shouldn't have."

Remember this: the one who killed you was Zhao Erniu of Fuhu Mountain. Don't make a false accusation when you get to the underworld.

Lin Feng, who was hiding in the shadows, quietly gave a thumbs up. The Erniu brothers were really meticulous in their work.

Zhao Erniu raised his stick to strike, but Huang Xiong Huan suddenly shouted, "Wait! You're from Fuhu Mountain? I... I know something about someone named Zhao Erbao from your area!"

Zhao Erniu's arm stiffened: "Where's the leopard?"

"Let me go, and I'll tell you!" Huang Xiong Huan said urgently.

"Then go die."

"No!" Huang Xiong Huan cried out in terror;

Zhao Erniu was too lazy to waste words. He swung his black iron rod and slammed it heavily onto Huang Xiong's neck.

Huang Xionghuan died on the spot.

Zhao Erniu looked around, then raised the iron rod and aimed it at the crowd.

Upon witnessing this scene, the disciples turned ashen-faced and their legs trembled.

"Tell me, where is Zhao Erbao?"

Hiding behind the archway in the backyard, Huang Shouye swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice, "He...he has been beheaded and his head displayed to the public."

Zhao Erniu's face darkened. "Really?"

"Absolutely true!"

Explain yourself!

"Zhao Erbao was captured by the Tian family martial arts school and thrown into prison. He was executed a while ago."

"Tian Family Martial Arts School?" Zhao Erniu's eyes sharpened.

"Yes, it's true! Just ask anyone at the Tian Family Martial Arts School!"

Zhao Erniu scanned the crowd: "Very well, you know what will happen if you dare to lie to me."

Everyone was so frightened that they all backed away.

Zhao Erniu ignored him and strode away.

Seeing that the matter was settled, Lin Feng once again lowered his body and hid in the shadows on the roof.

Having witnessed Zhao Erniu's skills firsthand, he finally understood why even tigers and black bears were no match for him.

Zhao Erniu walked out of the gate calmly, his figure gradually disappearing into the distance.

Only after he completely disappeared into the night did everyone in the courtyard breathe a sigh of relief.

Huang Shouye hurriedly shouted, "Quickly! Go and inform the city lord that the people of Fuhu Mountain have rebelled and have already entered the city!"

"yes!"

At this moment, the disciples of the Huang Family Martial Arts School felt as if the sky had fallen.

No one could have imagined that the highly skilled martial arts master couldn't even withstand a single move from his opponent.

On the rooftop, Lin Feng silently assessed the situation in the courtyard.

There are only 9 people still standing right now.

He secretly calculated that dealing with these people shouldn't be difficult.

Since we're already here, let's not leave any trouble behind, since Zhao Erniu will take the blame anyway.

Lin Feng took out the Three Stone Bow and saw two Huang Family Martial Arts School disciples running wildly outside.

One person fled towards the city lord's mansion in the south of the city, but before he had gone far, he fell to the ground with a "whoosh".

Another man headed north to seek other reinforcements, but he too was shot down by an arrow.

After the black lotus quietly devoured the corpse, Lin Feng rolled over and landed in the courtyard.

A disciple was dragging the corpse toward the backyard when an arrow suddenly pierced the air and killed him instantly.

Subsequently, whenever someone was alone, Lin Feng would shoot them with an arrow.

Unbeknownst to them, the courtyard became increasingly quiet.

Lin Feng did not touch the body that Zhao Erniu had killed.

At that moment, the sound of crying came from inside the hall.

"Master, you're gone, what are we going to do? Waaah..."

By candlelight, Lin Feng saw a man lying beside Huang Xiong Huan's body, weeping.

Lin Feng raised his hand and fired an arrow, quickly taking both the enemy's corpse and Huang Xiong Huan's corpse into his spatial storage.