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"Say it again?"

Lin Feng slowly turned around, his eyes beneath the cloak gradually turning cold.

He has already made the biggest concessions.

Not only did they return the magic core, but they also gave all the spoils they had painstakingly acquired as an apology.

This isn't just admitting defeat; it's cutting off a loss.

But the other party didn't seem satisfied.

They wanted not only the meat, but also the bones.

"Sir, aren't you pushing your luck a bit?"

Raymond Lam's voice no longer had the "kindness" of before, but instead carried a chilling coldness.

Uncle Fu looked at him expressionlessly.

"My young master's sword is a C-grade weapon, worth over a million. You broke his blade, and you think you can just settle for some E-grade magic cores?"

He extended a finger and pointed to the crevice behind Lin Feng.

"Your knife is of a high grade, at least C-rank. It's perfect for compensating the young master for his broken sword."

The white-clad youth beside him also realized what was happening and chimed in, "That's right! Uncle Fu is right! You broke my sword, so you have to pay me for a better one! Hand over your knife!"

His eyes were filled with greed as he looked at Lieshan.

He still vividly remembered the scene of Lin Feng instantly killing the alien beast with a single strike.

That knife was definitely a divine weapon.

If I could obtain it, my strength would definitely reach a new level.

Lin Feng smiled.

He was so angry that he laughed instead.

He finally understood.

These two people never intended to let him go from the very beginning.

The so-called compensation is nothing but an excuse.

Their real purpose was the A-grade battle knife in his hand.

"Want my knife?" Lin Feng gripped the hilt of Lie Shan's sword. "Sure, let's see if you have the ability to take it."

The moment the words fell.

Lin Feng made a move.

Instead of retreating, he launched an attack.

Against this kind of assassin-type opponent who excels at stealth, passive defense is tantamount to waiting for death.

The only way to survive is to seize the initiative and disrupt the opponent's rhythm with a more intense and frenzied attack.

"Severing the Mountain"!

Without holding back at all, Lin Feng immediately unleashed his strongest killing move.

The blood and qi of a fourth-stage martial artist surged wildly into the Mountain Splitter, and dark golden spiritual patterns lit up on the blade.

A crescent-shaped golden gale tore through the air and slashed down towards Uncle Fu.

This strike was three times more powerful than the one used against the alien beast.

Uncle Fu's eyes finally changed.

He never expected that the cloaked man in front of him, who looked to be only a fourth-level martial artist, could unleash such a terrifying attack.

The power of this strike is already very close to that of a martial arts master.

He dared not accept it directly.

His figure suddenly became blurry, as if it had merged into the air, and vanished from the spot in an instant.

boom!

The golden gale struck the spot where Uncle Fu had just stood, carving a deep trench more than ten meters long into the ground.

The white-clad youth was swept away by the aftershock of the blade's force, flying backward like a kite with a broken string. He crashed heavily into a distant rock wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood and immediately losing consciousness.

The power of a single strike is truly astounding!

Lin Feng cleaved through the air with his sword, and without any hesitation, immediately used the "Mysterious Steps" to disperse in different directions.

At the same time, he was highly focused, alert to every slight movement around him.

Uncle Fu's method of concealment was too strange; he had to be vigilant at all times.

"That's interesting."

Uncle Fu's voice came from all directions, elusive and unpredictable, making it impossible to pinpoint his exact location.

"Kid, you've got quite a few secrets up your sleeve."

Lin Feng ignored his words and closed his eyes.

Since we can't see it with our eyes, we'll use our senses.

His consciousness was like an invisible net, spreading outwards from himself.

One meter, five meters, ten meters...

found it!

About fifteen meters to his left rear, in the shadow of a rock.

There was a faint, almost negligible, fluctuation of energy.

it's him!

Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and without thinking, he swung his sword in that direction.

Another gust of wind howled out.

"The response is good."

Uncle Fu's voice rang out again, tinged with admiration.

The shadow of the rock twisted and turned, and his figure disappeared again.

boom!

The rocks were shattered into pieces.

Lin Feng then slashed again, this time to the right front.

He couldn't care less about conserving his energy now; he could only use this wide-range, all-encompassing attack to force his opponent to reveal themselves.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

For a moment, the entire cave was filled with flashing lights and constant roaring sounds.

The hard ground was carved with crisscrossing grooves, and the huge stalagmite was cut in half.

Lin Feng unleashed seven or eight strikes in succession, consuming most of his vital energy and sweating profusely, but he still failed to force out Uncle Fu's true form.

The opponent was like a ghost, always disappearing from his senses just before he could draw his sword.

"It's useless." Uncle Fu's voice carried a hint of mockery. "Your perception range can't keep up with my movement speed. If we continue fighting, you'll be the one who runs out of health first."

Lin Feng stopped, gripping the knife, panting heavily.

He knew that what the other person said was true.

This is not the way to go.

His mind was racing, trying to figure out a way to break the deadlock.

In terms of strength, speed, and weaponry, he was no less than his opponent.

His only weakness was his lack of skill and combat experience.

and also.

The opponent possessed a strange ability that transcended the realm of martial arts.

That was definitely not just a simple technique for concealing one's movements.

It's more like a kind of mental disturbance.

Every time he was about to pinpoint the other person's location, an invisible force would interfere with his perception, causing his judgment to deviate by a fraction of a second.

It was this fraction of a second of deviation that allowed the opponent to always easily dodge his attacks.

Mental strength?

Suddenly, a very rare word popped into Lin Feng's mind that he had seen in the library of the martial arts school.

Could it be?

In that instant when he was distracted...

A deadly sense of crisis came from above.

Lin Feng suddenly looked up.

Suddenly, Uncle Fu appeared directly above him, his hands forming a mudra, one finger pointing downwards.

At his fingertips, a terrifying energy, invisible to the naked eye but capable of making even the soul tremble, was gathering.

"Boy, you should be proud to die at the hands of a first-grade mental master like me."

"Now, kneel down!"