Chapter 3 Swatting Flies

  The three of them exchanged a glance, and each saw in the others' eyes something called excitement.

  Even Mo Fei, who was relatively calm, couldn't help but curve up a smile at the corner of his mouth.

  It seems that they have been bullied by this mercenary group for a long time, and now with the help of an expert, how can they not feel excited.

  Kens opened his mouth, seeming to want to say something, but in the end he swallowed it back down. He had been a veteran mercenary for so many years that he had long since grown numb to life and death, yet the passion in his heart still lingered on.

  He slammed the cup in his hand onto the table, his eyes blazing with anger, and bellowed: "Get me that bastard killed!"

  "Listen up, you bastards! You're just a bunch of idiots hiding behind your leader's name. You think you can come here and show off? You're nothing but trash!"

  "That's right, a bunch of trash, vermin, and losers!" Beifa also forgot about her identity as a magician, excitedly following along with the insults.

  "Trash." But Mofei still maintained her elf's elegance, slightly curling up the corners of her mouth.

  The mercenary crowd beside was scolded by this counterattack and was first stunned, then furious.

  Scolding and scolding, he stood up, wiped his sleeves, pulled out his weapon, and looked like he was about to come up and fight.

  "Huh? What's up? Colonel Kens, looking for trouble or what?" The leading martial artist sneered with disdain.

  "Damn it, Wukai, you've been looking for trouble with our mercenary group three times already. Now's your chance, come on!" Dwarf Badas rolled up his sleeves, his eyes blazing with anger.

  "Hmph, you puny little thing, thinking of challenging me with just a 4th rank? Are you worthy?" The martial artist laughed maniacally towards the sky, and to complement his laughter, the mercenaries behind him also burst into loud guffaws.

  "Hehe, is he not worthy? Am I worthy then?" A light and airy laugh echoed out, interrupting the martial artist's laughter.

  The fighter narrowed his eyes, looking at the young man in front of him with a full smile.

  "Cold voice said: 'Young man, you are not a member of the Blazing Mercenary Corps, right? I advise you not to offend our Wild Idea Mercenary Corps in "Sunset".'"

  "A moment ago, I wasn't a member of the 'Scorching Mercenary Group', but before you insulted it, I had already become one of them, so..." Liu Feng lightly shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

  "Kid, don't show off unnecessarily, or you'll end up with a short life." The martial artist said in a low voice.

  "Sorry, I just like to interfere, ah, can't help it, who made me a good person?" Liu Feng smiled lightly and tilted his head to pour the remaining fine wine from the cup in his hand into his mouth.

  The fighter's face turned somewhat pale, his fists clenched tightly as he took a step forward.

  "Want to fight? Go outside! Don't you see what kind of place this is?" a weak, low shout rang out.

  The extremely violent martial artist's body trembled involuntarily upon hearing this voice, and he stopped in his tracks, laughing fiercely: "You little brat, dare to go outside?"

  Liu Feng slightly tilted his head, but didn't look at him, his gaze fixed on an old man with a sleepy face standing by the counter.

  A faint smile, no words, just actions showed his attitude.

  He pushed open the gate and walked out with a stride.

  "Let's go, I'm in a hurry and don't have much free time to play with you."

  The martial artist behind him twitched at the corner of his eye. How many years had it been? How many years since he himself hadn't suffered such humiliation?

  "I will break every bone in your body, one by one."

  The venomous voice made Liu Feng's body pause for a moment.

  Just as everyone thought he was timid, a low laugh sounded.

  "Heh heh, luckily you said that, otherwise I would have been worried about whether or not to kill you later."

  Kens Four smiled wryly and each of them gave Gokudera a pitiful smile.

  "Poor Wukai."

  I suppose this is the name of the martial artist then.

  As he passed by the counter, he dropped a soft whisper: "A Seventh-Rank Earth Sword Master, the Mercenary Guild's strength is not bad, huh."

  On the counter, an old man who had been lying there weakly, shook his whole body and finally opened those dull old eyes.

  "Hmph, unexpectedly, even an old man like me can be wrong sometimes, huh."

  Liu Feng heard this and couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth. He pushed open the big door and walked out.

  Wukai, the martial artist, put on a pair of finely crafted steel gauntlets with a gloomy face and said in a stern voice: "Kid, bring out your weapon, lest you say I'm bullying you."

  Liu Feng's mouth twitched, secretly delighted: "Fine, let you try first, a double attack with a deadly blow."

  Turning his head, he smiled at Kens and said: "Captain, lend me that big sword of yours for a bit."

  "Alright, take it." Kensho smiled and tossed the giant sword in his hand to Liu Feng.

  Liu Feng smiled lightly and grasped the giant sword with his right hand, weighing it, thinking to himself: "This should be considered a heavy-duty chopping weapon, shouldn't it?"

  He waved his hand casually and said, "Alright, you can make your move now."

  On the street, people came and went, seeing someone trying here, a large crowd had already gathered.

  It seemed that Wu Ke was still well-known in "Sunset", and as soon as he appeared, someone let out a cry of surprise.

  "Isn't that Wukai, the deputy commander of the Mercenary Group of Madmen?"

  "Does he want to compete with others?"

  "He's a sixth-rank fighter after all."

  Hearing the exclamations around him, Wu Kai's face also revealed a triumphant smile, and he provocatively raised his chin at Liu Feng.

  Liu Feng returned with a calm smile.

  Looking at the young man opposite him who had that detestable smile on his face again, Wu Kui's mouth twitched and he could no longer bear the anger in his heart.

  The sharp fingertips of the steel fist shone with a keen blue light in the sunlight.

  His left foot bounced violently on the ground, and the bluestone slab cracked. His left fist, accompanied by a breaking sound, rapidly smashed towards Liu Feng's head.

  Liu Feng didn't even raise an eyebrow, the huge broadsword in his hand was like swatting a mosquito as it chopped towards that constantly enlarging fist.

  Wu Ke sneered coldly and grasped the giant sword with both hands, just about to exert his strength to wrest it from its owner's grasp.

  Suddenly, the giant sword in his hand was grasped tightly and made a fierce turn, with sparks of steel clashing continuously on the fist guard.

  His hands shook violently, and Wu Ke hastily loosened his grip on the giant sword, his hanging palms trembling uncontrollably.

  "It's too rotten." Liu Feng raised his head and said with extreme disdain.

  Wu Kei's face turned a deep shade of red, and he gritted his teeth, his fingers hidden in the fist sleeve lightly pressing on a small mechanism.

  On the tip of the boxing glove, a very fine black iron needle popped out.

  The black needle was very small and the same color as the boxing gloves, so no one else saw it.

  But Liu Feng's eagle-like eyes saw everything clearly.

  A faint smile played on his lips, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

  "Hehe, it's my turn now." As soon as the words fell, his figure flashed and he vanished into thin air.

  Wu Kei's pupils suddenly contracted violently, and his heart was shocked beyond measure.

  "What speed is this?"

  Body shape suddenly retreats.

  "Where do you want to retreat to?" A soft laugh sounded in his ear.

  Wu Ke was shocked and threw his fists back with all his might.

  Bang.

  A burst of iron clashing accompanied by the sound of shattering bones.

  A figure suddenly flew out and knocked over more than a dozen shops, rubbing out dozens of meters of black marks on the hard bluestone ground.

  "Haha, you're too vulnerable." A burst of laughter came over.

  Everyone followed the laughter and looked over, a young man with a full face of smiles was waving a giant sword, with some disdain on his face.

  Since this young man is fine, then the one who flew out... isn't that a 6th rank martial artist, Wukai?

  Everyone was stunned at this point.

  What kind of person is this? He slapped a sixth-grade martial artist like a mosquito and sent him flying so far? What kind of power is that?