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

Lin Feng stood in the crowd, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.

The Tian Family Martial Arts School is gone just like that?

If I had known this would happen, I would have gone to bed later last night.

When Zhao Erniu destroyed the Huang family martial arts school, he did make a harsh statement before leaving, saying that he would take revenge on the Tian family martial arts school.

Lin Feng was waiting to see the show unfold and take advantage of the opportunity to make some money.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for ten days without any action, they actually took action last night.

Moreover, they wiped out entire families in one fell swoop, leaving no one alive; their speed was truly remarkable.

Based on Lin Feng's understanding of Zhao Erniu's strength, he could easily wipe out the Tian family martial arts school by himself.

But to silently slaughter all 45 members of the Tian family martial arts school overnight, without even a messenger escaping, is still quite difficult.

The Tian family martial arts school isn't made of clay; surely they'd cause some kind of commotion?

"Could it be that the mysterious leader of Fuhu Mountain personally intervened?"

This is highly likely.

And I must say, the leader of Fuhu Mountain is truly a woman like an eagle, with both exceptional strength and stunning looks.

Only the other side could have done something so clean and efficient, shocking the entire city.

The TEC-9 submachine gun and AR-15 rifle in his hands were fiercely powerful, capable of instantly killing ordinary disciples.

But against the leader of Fuhu Mountain, he would probably be no match. He is a martial arts master with ghostly speed and keen senses, and firearms are not as useful as time bombs.

A sense of security is still not enough; improving one's own capabilities is the key.

After a brief silence in the martial arts hall following Jiang Hu's words, all the disciples looked on incredulously.

A disciple with thick eyebrows and big eyes stepped forward first, clasped his hands in a fist and shouted.

"Master, the bandits of Fuhu Mountain are so rampant. I've heard that they rob merchants everywhere, and commit all sorts of evil deeds such as murder and arson."

Suppressing bandits and eliminating evil is our inescapable duty.

"Suppressing bandits is our duty!"

"Master, I'm going too. I've disliked those bandits for a long time."

Count me in.

Amidst the fervor of the crowd, the eldest disciple, Yuan Chun, strode forward, his expression solemn, and bowed, saying, "Master, Fuhu Mountain has repeatedly committed evil deeds, first harming the Huang family, then destroying the Tian family; their intentions are despicable."

Two of the four major martial arts schools in Yongguan County have already disappeared. With the loss of one, the next target is likely to be our Black Tiger Martial Arts School or the Li Family Martial Arts School.

We cannot sit idly by and wait to be killed. We must take the initiative, cooperate with the city lord, and wipe out this bandit gang. This will not only uphold justice but also prevent future troubles.

These words drew nods of agreement from the disciples.

Looking at the faces flushed with excitement before him and listening to their calls for battle, Jiang Hu felt a fleeting, almost imperceptible worry and heaviness in his eyes.

As the head of the academy, his perspective on issues was far more profound than that of his young disciples.

He knew Tian Biao's strength; he was no match for him at all.

The overall strength of Tian Family Martial Arts School is also above that of Black Tiger Martial Arts School.

But this force was wiped out silently overnight, without leaving even the slightest trace of resistance.

What does this mean? It means that the person who made the move was far more powerful than the Tian family martial arts school, to the point of overwhelming them.

Taking these disciples with him, what's the difference between this and suicide?

However, the city lord's order to conquer has already been issued.

The consequences of disobeying orders are often worse than dying at the hands of bandits; at best, the martial arts school will be expelled, and at worst, the entire family will be implicated.

Going there might mean certain death; not going means certain death.

There was simply no other choice.

He looked around at his disciples with a complicated expression, but finally nodded slowly and said in a deep voice, "This trip is extremely dangerous, and you can say that you have a slim chance of survival."

Have you all thought this through?

It's not too late to quit now.

"I've thought it through. I swear to live and die with the martial arts school."

The disciples shouted in unison, their morale soaring.

Lin Feng watched from the sidelines, but inwardly he shook his head.

He cupped his hands in greeting and asked, "Master, may I ask how many disciples the City Lord requests the Black Tiger Martial Arts School to send to participate in the battle?"

Jiang Hu glanced at him and replied, "Each martial arts school needs to send twenty elite disciples."

Twenty people?

It's estimated that none of the disciples from Black Tiger Martial Arts School will survive.

These disciples are extremely skilled at guarding the house and dealing with local thugs.

However, they were no match for the regular city guards who were trained and clad in armor.

Before I even got close, I got poked several times.

No sooner had Lin Feng finished speaking than he drew the ire of many disciples.

A burly disciple with an arrogant look on his face stepped forward, glancing sideways at Lin Feng, "If Senior Brother Lin is afraid of death, he can stay in the charity hall and continue doing odd jobs."

"Suppressing bandits and eliminating evil is a manly matter; leave it to us fearless brothers!"

"That's right, our Black Tiger Martial Arts School doesn't need cowardly relatives to fill the ranks."

Another disciple chimed in with a sarcastic tone.

Their dissatisfaction with Lin Feng had been brewing for a long time.

To get into the Black Tiger Martial Arts School, each of them paid a hefty tuition fee, trained through the sweltering summer and freezing winter, and endured countless hardships just to barely stay.

But what about Lin Feng?

A handyman disciple who was transferred in from a charity troupe, before even passing his probationary period, was favored by the troupe leader and directly transferred to the Black Tiger Martial Arts School. He was definitely a person with connections.

They practiced their skills sporadically, coming and going as they pleased, yet their treatment was better than that of the proper disciples.

The museum owner and the senior disciple seemed to be particularly tolerant of him.

On what grounds?

Isn't he just a pretty face who got in through connections?

They definitely don't have any real skills; they look down on them from the bottom of their hearts.

With the bandit suppression imminent, these relatives have indeed shown their cowardice, which is a good opportunity for them to vent their frustrations.

Lin Feng glanced at them, too lazy to argue, and disdainful of proving anything to these people. He took half a step back and stood at the edge of the crowd.

Yuan Chun knew that Lin Feng was quite strong. Although he felt it was inappropriate for his fellow disciples to speak rudely to Lin Feng, he did not stand up to refute them because the matter of suppressing bandits was related to the greater good and the survival of the martial arts school.

Moreover, according to the propaganda of the government and the people, the bandits of Fuhu Mountain were indeed arson, murder, robbery and all kinds of evil deeds, and it was only right and proper to suppress them.

"Master, when do we set off?" Yuan Chun steered the conversation back to the main topic.

Jiang Hu took a deep breath, suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and announced: "Three days later at Chenshi (7-9 AM), we will meet with the city guards and other martial arts school personnel at the training ground."

All disciples of my Black Tiger Martial Arts School who have reached the Tendon Refining Realm (Body Refining Level 2) or above are required to participate in this expedition.

Those below the Tendon Refining Realm shall remain at the martial arts school, diligently practice martial arts, and not slack off.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, and added, "Those who have met the requirements, come with me to the back room to discuss the specifics."

"Yes, Master!" the disciples replied in unison, their voices loud and clear, yet tinged with a hint of nervousness.

Jiang Hu sighed inwardly and turned to walk towards the backyard.

The qualified disciples silently followed.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Upon arriving at the backyard, Jiang Hu counted the number of people again, and there were exactly twenty people, including himself and Lin Feng.

His gaze fell on his daughter, Jiang Rou, and he frowned: "Jiang Rou, you're a girl, you shouldn't go this time."

Swords and blades have no eyes, bandits are ruthless; this is no child's play.

Jiang Rou became anxious upon hearing this and puffed out her chest: "Father, I am also a member of the Black Tiger Martial Arts School."

"Besides, my cultivation has reached the third level of the Bone Refining Realm, so I have the ability to protect myself. Why shouldn't I be allowed to go?"

"Nonsense!"

Jiang Hu's face darkened, and his tone left no room for doubt: "Suppressing bandits is not a martial arts competition; it's about real bloodshed and risking one's life."

From today onwards, you will be in charge of managing the charity's affairs.

He knew his daughter was stubborn, but the matter was far too dangerous, and he absolutely could not let her get involved.

Jiang Rou wanted to argue, but seeing the unquestionable sternness in Jiang Hu's eyes, she knew that saying anything more would be useless.

She could only stomp her foot in frustration, turn her head away, and her eyes were a little red.

Jiang Hu composed himself and said to everyone, "There is one more thing."

The city lord has ordered that the forty-five bodies belonging to the Tian family martial arts school must be properly buried.

This matter has fallen to our Black Tiger Martial Arts School's charity branch. They're short-handed, so you all should go and lend a hand."