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Lin Feng sat on a rock, a gun at his feet, and closed his eyes to rest.

The sea breeze made the hem of his clothes rustle, and the smell of blood in the air had not yet dissipated.

The spiritual energy remained constantly present, covering a five-kilometer radius area of ​​the sea.

Suddenly, a black dot appeared on the distant horizon.

The black dot moves at an absurdly fast speed.

Sonic boom.

A muffled sound exploded from high above, followed by a second and a third.

The continuous sonic booms left a long white trail in the night sky, as if something was tearing the heavens apart.

fast.

He was many times faster than Hayato Kazama.

Lin Feng used his mental energy to chase the black dot for a while before finally locking onto its trajectory.

Even locking a person's movement route with a sixth-grade mental power is difficult.

That speed is really impressive.

The black dot is getting closer. Three kilometers, two kilometers, one kilometer.

The spirit rune nodes of the three air defense arrays on the island's perimeter exploded at the same instant.

The person did not slow down and crashed down from the sky.

boom.

The rocky platform was dented by the footsteps, and gravel scattered around it.

Lin Feng opened his eyes.

A man was standing twenty meters away.

He was around thirty years old and taller and thinner than Kazama Hayato.

His entire body, from head to toe, resembled a vertical blade, with sharp angles and not an ounce of excess flesh.

Silver-gray pupils.

Lin Feng had never seen eyes of this color in China.

There was nothing in his pupils, like a stagnant pool of water.

He was wearing a black haori, the fabric of which remained motionless in the sea breeze.

Two curved swords were tucked at his waist.

He glanced at the charred corpses on the ground.

He glanced again at the ruins of the command post, which had been burned through by the dragon flames.

His expression didn't change much.

"You are Raymond Lam."

A tone without question.

Lin Feng stood up from the reef. He picked up the Star Dragon Annihilation Spear from the ground and slung it over his shoulder.

The dark gold gun barrel gleamed.

"You're Kazama Aoi?"

Kazama Ao's silver-gray pupils lingered on Lin Feng for two seconds.

His right hand slowly rose from behind him.

Two curved swords were drawn.

The blade is not long, just over three feet long, with a large curve and a thin edge that allows light to pass through.

The back of the blade was densely engraved with Japanese curse patterns, far more intricate than the two blades owned by Kazama Hayato.

All the seals lit up at the same time.

A layer of flowing wind surged from the blade, and the air could be seen being cut into thin strands by the blade.

Qi and blood erupt simultaneously.

The section on Emperor Wu.

An unrestrained Martial Emperor-level pressure rolled down on Kazama Sora.

The surrounding reefs were cracked by the pressure, and the seawater was pushed aside by the waves, creating a two-meter-high wave wall around the island.

Lin Feng's hair was blown back by the wind. The gravel under his feet slid to both sides, making a creaking sound.

The indestructible golden body operates automatically at full power.

Golden patterns covered his entire body, allowing him to withstand the oppressive force.

Kazama Ao didn't speak, nor did he even glance at him.

He disappeared.

It was wiped out of sight completely, leaving not even a trace.

Fortunately, Lin Feng has strong mental fortitude.

His trajectory was captured the instant after he disappeared.

The gun is held horizontally.

clang!

The first scimitar struck the left side of the spear shaft.

Sparks flew out in all directions from the point of contact.

The wind force traveled along the blade, cutting a very shallow white mark on the surface of the spear shaft.

clang!

The second curved blade followed immediately, cutting in from the right.

The angle was tricky, cutting through the less than three-inch gap between the gun barrel and Lin Feng's right hand.

Lin Feng twisted his wrist, rotating the gun by fifteen degrees, barely managing to deflect the blade.

The combined force of the two impacts traveled from the gun barrel to the arm, and from the arm to the feet.

Lin Feng's foot slid back half a step.

Two deep grooves appeared on the reef.

Kazama Ao's figure materialized half a step away.

Their eyes met.

They were too close; Lin Feng could smell the faint scent of blood on him.

It's like someone who's been immersed in killing for years, the blood seeping into their very bones.

The two curved swords were still resting on the gun barrels, and the wind hissed at the contact surfaces.

The weapons of the Martial Emperor and the Martial Saint were stuck together, locked in a stalemate for less than half a second.

Kazama Ao frowned.

His strength is indeed greater than Lin Feng's.

There is a whole major realm difference between the Martial Emperor and the Martial Saint; the difference in the concentration of their qi and blood is obvious.

But his two slashes failed to knock the opponent's gun away.

They didn't even manage to break the opponent's stance.

A Martial Saint at the fifth level, after being attacked by the Martial Emperor's full-force double sword strike, only managed to retreat half a step.

Kazama Ao sheathed his sword and retreated.

Its body traced an arc in the air and landed on another reef ten meters away.

The curved sword hung at his side, and the wind still swirled around its blade.

Looking at Lin Feng, his pupils held an extra layer of meaning for the first time.

He is reassessing.

Lin Feng lowered the gun from his shoulder, with the tip pointing forward.

The platinum dragon flame leaped from the tip of the spear, swaying twice in the night breeze.

He glanced down at the faint white mark on the gun barrel.

Then look up.

That's it?

Two words popped out of his mouth.

Kazama Ao did not answer.

His figure disappeared again.

This time it's even faster.

Lin Feng's mental tracking was delayed by a moment. By the time he locked onto the location, the two curved blades were already at his neck.

Scissor-style strangulation.

Two wind blades converged simultaneously from the left and right, targeting the cervical spine.

This is how assassins fight.

They don't pursue grand, sweeping attacks, but rather aim for a single, fatal strike.

Lin Feng did not use his gun to block.

That's too late.

His neck tilted back.

The angle is very small.

Two wind blades crossed in front of his Adam's apple, the blades less than half a centimeter from his skin.

The airflow scraped off a small piece of skin from his chin.

Blood beads seeped out and were scattered by the wind.

Kazama Ao's third strike has arrived.

A downward slash from directly above. A single sword, gripped with both hands, with full force.

The power of a Martial Emperor was compressed into a curved blade, and the wind force stretched the blade to two meters long. The shockwave from the entire blade's strike flattened the surrounding seawater.

Lin Feng retaliated.

A blue dragon emerges from the sea!

The spear tip avoided the blade's downward strike, passing through a gap thirty centimeters to the right of the blade's edge, heading straight for Kazama So's face.

Platinum dragon flames enveloped the spear tip, the temperature of which burned the air in front of the spear tip into a vacuum.

Kazama Ao was forced to change his move halfway through his third strike.

He loosened his right hand from the knife handle, and with his free palm, he slapped the side of the spear shaft, deflecting the spear tip's trajectory by two inches.

Two inches off-center was enough. The tip of the gun grazed his ear.

But Platinum Dragon Flame is unreasonable.

The dragon flame that brushed past licked Kazama Ao's right ear.

sizzle.

Half of his ear is gone.

The smell of burnt meat wafted in the sea breeze.

Kazama Ao's figure retreated rapidly.

In an instant, they retreated a hundred meters away.

He raised his hand and touched the area around his right ear.

My fingertips touched a charred wound, still emitting white smoke.

Lin Feng holstered the gun in front of him. The tip pointed downwards, and the dragon flame flickered.

"Let's continue?"

His voice carried on the sea breeze.

Kazama Ao looked at him.

He didn't speak.

The scimitar was sheathed.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow.

"What, you're not playing anymore?"

Kazama Sou took a step back.

His figure began to fade, and the wind-based movement technique was activated.

We need to run.

Lin Feng suddenly unleashed his mental power.

The sixth-grade psychic power transformed into a wall, lying across Kazama Sou's back.

Kazama Ao's figure crashed into the mental barrier and was bounced back.

His pupils contracted slightly.

"I told you."

Lin Feng, carrying a gun, walked towards him step by step.

"Once you're here, you're not leaving."

Footsteps echoed on the rocks.

Kazama Ao placed his hand back on the hilt of the sword.

Inside the water cave beneath the island, a pair of dark purple vertical pupils slowly opened.

The Nether Dragon raised its head and glanced at the direction above.

A figure rapidly grew larger.

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