Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

Feng Zheng spoke sincerely and patiently to Feng Yuan: "The second son of the Wu family has always been absurd and unruly, with a terrible reputation. He only relies on his prominent family background."

"Although Raymond Lam comes from a humble background, he can be considered a promising young man."

"If he truly has real skills, he might be a good person to entrust with this task."

Feng Zheng and Feng Qing grew up together, and he was extremely anxious to see her about to jump into Wu Yong's pit of fire.

But Feng Yuan was determined to marry off his daughter, so he had no chance to intervene.

Lin Feng's appearance has finally brought a turning point to this matter.

Madam Feng also spoke up for Lin Feng, saying, "Zheng'er is right. Lin Feng is so young, yet he's already qualified as a Deputy Commander-in-Chief. His future is limitless!"

"Husband, please give him a chance!"

Madam Feng and Feng Zheng were of the same mind and neither wanted to see Feng Qing jump into the fire pit.

Feng Yuan remained silent, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table as he pondered the pros and cons.

After a long while, he finally looked up and made up his mind.

"Zheng'er, go and tell Lin Feng to come to the training ground in half an hour and have a match with me."

"If he can win, I, Feng Yuan, will give him a chance."

Upon hearing this, Feng Zheng was overjoyed and quickly stood up, cupping his hands in greeting: "Yes, sir!"

In the back courtyard of the Feng family mansion, Lin Feng stood under the eaves, gazing at the furnishings in Feng Qing's courtyard.

Unlike the secluded and narrow boudoirs of ordinary wealthy young ladies, her courtyard exuded the atmosphere of a martial artist.

The archery targets, weapon racks, and wooden figures are all complete, giving it a unique charm.

"Raymond Lam, what are you looking at?"

Feng Qing personally carried a tray of tea and pastries into the courtyard, smiling and inviting, "Come and try my mother's homemade osmanthus cake!"

Behind her were two young maids, who were quite pretty and cute. Their big eyes were secretly observing Lin Feng with curiosity.

"Look at Miss Feng's boudoir and courtyard, it's truly unique."

As Lin Feng spoke, he casually picked up a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth, the sweet aroma instantly melting on his tongue.

"What's so interesting about it? I've been watching it for over ten years."

Feng Qing looked around and sighed softly, "Sigh... I wonder if my father has given up on the matter yet."

The osmanthus cake left a lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth. Lin Feng couldn't help but take another piece and comforted her with a smile, "Miss Feng, don't worry, your father will definitely agree."

"A young and promising talent like myself is ten or even a hundred times better than those spoiled brats, isn't that right?"

He patted his chest, laughing heartily, "Don't worry, your father would love for me to be his son-in-law!"

A blush instantly spread across Feng Qing's fair and flawless cheeks as she playfully retorted, "Shameless! Who wants you as their son-in-law? Pah! Pah! Pah!"

Feng Qing felt both happy and shy after hearing what Lin Feng said to Feng Yuan today.

Being with him now is no longer as comfortable and natural as it used to be.

Just as Lin Feng was about to say something more, Feng Zheng's voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard: "Qing'er!"

Upon hearing Feng Zheng's voice, Feng Qing immediately perked up: "Lin Feng, it's my sworn brother! Quick, come with me to see him!"

She and Feng Zheng grew up together and had a deep bond. She knew that Feng Zheng would never harm her, much less push her into a pit of fire.

Now that Feng Zheng has come in person, it's most likely to bring good news.

"My sworn brother!"

Feng Qing hurried out to greet him, grabbed Feng Zheng's hand, and asked anxiously, "What did Father say? Did he...did he agree?"

Feng Zheng smiled indulgently and said gently, "Let's talk inside, Brother Lin, please!"

Once inside the courtyard, Feng Zheng dismissed the maids and then explained Feng Yuan's decision in detail.

Upon hearing that her father wanted to fight Lin Feng, Feng Qing was immediately shocked and exclaimed, "Father, you want to fight Lin Feng? No, absolutely not!"

Feng Zheng explained helplessly, "Qing'er, your godfather has already made a concession by agreeing to give Brother Lin a chance to spar."

"If Brother Ruolin doesn't participate in the competition and win in front of all the brothers of our Ruzhou Escort Agency, how can our godfather bring himself to break off the engagement with the Wu family?"

He patted Feng Qing's hand and reassured her, "Don't worry, your godfather knows what he's doing and will never hurt Brother Lin."

Feng Qing blinked her bright, watery eyes and said something surprising: "No, I'm worried about Father's safety."

Unlike others, she had witnessed Lin Feng's skills firsthand on the battlefield.

That cannibalistic general Zheng Yan is quite formidable, isn't he?

Even when she, Shi Chong, and Zhang Tie joined forces, they were no match for Zheng Yan.

Lin Feng not only managed to defeat him, but later he also personally killed Zheng Yan.

Although her father's martial arts skills were considered first-rate in Ruzhou, he might not be a match for Lin Feng.

Upon hearing this, Feng Zheng was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter: "Hahaha! Qing'er, you're worrying too much. Your godfather has already mastered the 'Wind and Thunder Blade Technique.' How many people in Ruzhou can compare to him? And yet you're worrying about your godfather?"

He waved his hand to dispel Feng Qing's doubts, then turned to Lin Feng and said, "Brother Lin, you should be careful. My Feng family's 'Wind and Thunder Blade Technique' is extremely powerful."

"We still have some time, so I'll explain the intricacies of this sword technique to you."

"As for whether you can beat your godfather in the competition later, that depends entirely on your fate."

The Wind and Thunder Saber Technique is a family heirloom of the Feng family, traditionally passed down only to men.

This is not because the Feng family favors sons over daughters; it's just that this sword technique is extremely masculine and the method of circulating qi is only suitable for men to practice.

If a woman forcibly cultivates, it will cause great damage to her body and may shorten her lifespan.

Lin Feng listened intently and quickly grasped the secrets of the Wind and Thunder Blade Technique.

This sword technique requires the use of two swords.

The One Blade is associated with "wind," emphasizing speed and lightning-fastness.

The main character is "thunder," emphasizing overwhelming force.

Wielding two swords simultaneously, each with its own technique, was comparable to fighting two opponents at once.

The Feng family's current success is entirely due to this sword technique.

This Wind and Thunder Blade Technique is far more profound than Lin Feng's "Three Waves of Mount Tai".

Ordinary people cannot reach a high level of attainment without ten or eight years of arduous practice.

About half an hour later, at the Feng family's martial arts training ground.

The Feng family's training ground was extremely spacious.

Below the martial arts arena, the Feng family members and the镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) from Ruzhou镖局 (bodyguard agency) had already gathered to watch the spectacle.

Those who came to watch the battle were all Feng Yuan's confidants, and they knew each other very well.

"Is that Lin Feng, the newly appointed Deputy Commander of Ruzhou? He's really handsome; no wonder my sister is so smitten with him."

"What good is just a pretty face? Can it feed you? The key is how good your skills are."

"The person who was able to kill the notorious bandit Qu Haishan must have been quite skilled in martial arts."

"I don't think so. He might just be all show and no substance."

"Stop being so sour. You're jumping to conclusions before you've even taken a step?"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. We'll know once we watch the competition!"

The chatter of the bodyguards drifted onto the training platform, where Lin Feng was weighing the red-tasseled spear in his hand.

This spear is quite different from his Amber Dragon Spear, and it is also much lighter.

But he didn't bring his own weapon, so he had to make do with what he had.

Feng Zheng stood in the center of the martial arts stage and first bowed to the crowd: "Brothers, as you know, my godfather and Brother Lin are sparring at home today. I would like to trouble you all to be witnesses."

"Both sides should stop at the point of no return, and strive for harmony. However, if there is any accidental injury during the competition, please forgive us."

After saying this, Feng Zheng jumped off the martial arts stage.

Lin Feng used a gun, while Feng Yuan carried two knives.

Feng Yuan's eyes were sharp as an eagle's as he stared intently at Lin Feng. He said in a deep voice, "Lord Lin, swords have no eyes. You can still back out now."

Lin Feng flicked his red-tasseled spear, the tip trembling slightly, and a slight smile played on his lips: "Now that you've stepped onto the martial arts stage, there's no reason to back out. Please!"