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Lin Feng took a step.

boom!

The stone slab shattered.

They charged head-on towards the three Martial Emperors.

Without testing, they charged straight in.

Fujiba Eiji's eye twitched.

He sneered and raised his hand to press forward.

"Yamamoto."

Chiba.

"Cripple him."

The bald man made the first move.

He was not tall, but his blood and energy were high at that moment.

With each step, the ground caved in.

On his fists, earth-yellow qi condensed into thick gauntlets.

The full-force punch of the second-stage Martial Emperor landed squarely on Lin Feng's left shoulder.

At the same instant.

The tall, thin woman emerged from the right.

The naginata flashed a cold light as it sliced ​​straight into Lin Feng's right rib.

A punch and a knife.

A pincer attack from both sides.

Time seemed to slow down.

The Japanese martial arts masters in the square still had their mouths agape in excitement.

In the live broadcast, Lin Feng's charging figure was magnified to the extreme.

Everyone could see the trajectory of that punch.

The force of the punch tore through the air.

Lin Feng's clothes were pressed against his body.

The naginata's blade sliced ​​almost right into his ribs.

If it were any other martial saint, they would be sliced ​​in two the next second.

But Lin Feng did not dodge.

Golden armor appeared on his body.

A fist slammed into his left shoulder.

Boom!

A muffled thud.

Lin Feng didn't move.

The bald man's gauntlet cracked, with the crack extending from his fist to his wrist.

His pupils contracted.

"What?!"

Right.

The naginata slashed at Lin Feng's ribs.

clang!

A nick appeared on the blade.

Chiba's hands, gripping the sword, trembled violently, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood slid down the hilt of the sword.

Lin Feng's body didn't deviate even an inch.

The attacks of the two Martial Emperors were like crashing into an unshakeable golden wall.

The shouts of the Japanese warriors ceased.

Instead, the square fell silent for a moment.

One of the martial arts masters who had been shouting the loudest just now still had his mouth open, but his vocal cords were loose.

He didn't even notice the drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Fujiba Eiji's expression changed drastically.

He recalled the scene on the East China Sea battlefield where Sanada Osamu was shot dead.

That white light and the unreasonable physical body.

Make him recall bad memories.

The wound under the gauze on my back suddenly started hurting again.

Lin Feng looked up at the bald man who was standing close to him.

"Finished?"

The bald man clenched his teeth, trying to pull away.

late.

Lin Feng fired a shot with his backhand.

A blue dragon emerges from the sea!

The gun tip tore through the air, heading straight for the bald man's face.

The bald man crossed his arms, his aura surging and forming a shield in front of him.

"Block them!"

He let out a low growl.

Platinum Dragon Flame slammed into the shield.

There was no explosion.

It seeped straight in, burning through the protective energy shield.

Before the spear tip even arrived, the dragon flames reached his forearm first.

It's sizzling!

The skin was charred black, and the flesh was rolled up.

The bald man's face twitched, but he managed not to utter a sound.

He instinctively took two steps back.

He barely managed to stop when his heel crushed a stone slab.

Black smoke was rising from both arms, and the bones were faintly visible.

Chiba cut in again from the side.

She reached her maximum speed.

The blade flashed, leaving a white line in the air, as it circled around Lin Feng's nape.

This strike was insidious and cunning.

Before the blade even arrived, the wind pressure had already snapped off several strands of hair on the back of Lin Feng's neck.

Lin Feng swung his gun back, the shaft of the gun held horizontally.

clang!

The naginata struck the gun barrel.

The sparks exploded.

The platinum dragon flames climbed directly up the blade from the point of contact.

Chiba's expression changed.

She wanted to use her inner energy to extinguish the flames.

But as soon as the protective energy touched it, it was burned through.

The blade started to turn red, then softened.

The sharp blade bent downwards visibly.

"Damn it!"

She gritted her teeth, discarded the knife, and retreated rapidly.

The naginata slipped from his hand and landed on the ground. Before it had even settled properly, half of the blade had already turned into molten iron.

Lin Feng did not pursue her.

He flicked the gun.

The dragon flame at the tip of the spear drew an arc.

"Is this all the martial emperors of Japan have?"

No one responded.

The bald man clutched his forearm, biting his lip until it bled.

Chiba stood there empty-handed, his face ashen.

Fujiba Eiji's eyes were extremely gloomy.

He slowly raised his hand.

Around the plaza, the remaining Japanese martial arts masters finally moved.

There was no random flushing.

Dozens of martial saints, divided into multiple teams, surrounded them from different directions.

At the very front of each team stood a late-stage Martial Saint.

Their vital energy and blood were connected as one.

The intertwined qi condensed into a combined attack, locking Lin Feng down from different directions.

Fujiba Eiji's voice was icy.

"I can't kill you one-on-one."

"Then we'll overwhelm you with sheer numbers."

He raised his hand and waved.

"Let's do it!"

The martial saints marched in unison.

boom!

Qi and blood erupt in an instant.

Wolf pack tactics.

Sacrifice individual offensive prowess in exchange for comprehensive suppression.

Lin Feng stood in the center.

He didn't retreat; he even lowered the tip of his gun.

In the global live broadcast, light from different directions simultaneously engulfed him.

The hearts of the Chinese audience felt like they were being gripped tightly.

Hide!

Why didn't you dodge?!

[Martial Saints' Combined Attack! This is no joke!]

The Japanese spectators became excited.

"Hit!"

"All hits!"

"Raymond Lam was hit head-on by a combined attack!"

......

next second.

Boom!!!

The torrent of qi exploded where Lin Feng stood.

The center of Valhalla Square was instantly engulfed by an energy storm.

The stone slabs were lifted layer by layer, and the gravel shot into the air.

Smoke and firelight obscured all the lenses.

The live stream feed was shaking violently.

Several Japanese martial artists who were nearby were thrown away by the aftershocks and crashed to the ground, unable to get up.

Beside the execution platform, a Japanese martial arts master was so shocked that he fell to the ground.

He stared intently at the center of the smoke and dust, praying that the attack would be effective.

"You're dead..."

"Even if he doesn't die now, he'll be seriously injured..."

Fujiba Eiji was also staring at that spot.

His fingers tightened their grip on the handrail little by little.

Because of the excessive force, the shaking became uncontrollable.

Yamamoto and Chiba stood on either side of him, their faces showing signs of tension.

They had just hit Lin Feng with their own hands.

That kind of defense was beyond their understanding of the "Martial Saint".

Smoke and dust billowed.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

at last.

The wind blew away the dust in the middle.

A figure appeared in everyone's sight.

Lin Feng stood still.

A flash of gold, completely covering the entire body.

There was no blood.

Even the dust on their shoulders was pitifully little.

A ring of rubble appeared beneath his feet.

His body didn't even sway.

The cheers that had been filling the air suddenly ceased.

In the global live stream, the chat window went blank for half a second.

then.

The situation in China has exploded.

【fine!】

He's alright!!!

[The combined attack of the Martial Saints didn't even tear their clothes?!]

Raymond Lam is awesome!!!

On the Japanese side, the live chat was completely silent.

on the square.

The expressions of the sixty Japanese martial arts masters froze simultaneously.

The few late-stage Martial Saints at the very front stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

They could feel that the attack had indeed hit its mark.

There is no bias.

All the force struck Lin Feng.

But the other person was standing there.

It felt like being blown by the wind.

Lin Feng raised his head.

His eyes were frighteningly indifferent.

"Have you shaved enough?"

The hearts of the leading late-stage Martial Saints clenched suddenly.

They want to back out.

But the thought had just crossed my mind.

Lin Feng's mental strength exploded.

boom!

An invisible ripple spread from between his brows.

The Starfall Nine Calamity Blade flew out of the storage ring at the same time.

Too fast.

The live stream camera only captured twelve fleeting flashes of cold light.

Time seemed to drag on endlessly to the six leaders.

They saw the throwing knife slice out from the edge of the smoke and dust.

The blade surface gleamed with a cold light.

He was about to raise his hand to block.

puff!

The throwing knife pierced his throat and exited from the back of his neck.

The bloodline burst open.

At the same instant.

From another direction, almost overlapping sounds of piercing could be heard.

Each throwing knife was so precise it was chilling.

The throat of the late-stage Martial Saint was also pierced.

Their expressions were still frozen in the moment when terror had just appeared.

next second.

Six heads flew up at the same time.

A column of blood shot into the sky.

The combined attack formation collapsed completely in that instant.

......