Chapter 22: The Hunt Begins

  "Han Meng! Wang Lang! You both must die!"

  Lin Feng's eyes were filled with anger, and he followed the hoof prints as they galloped rapidly into the distance.

  His entire body's hot blood has been ignited, now in his heart there is only one thought.

  An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!

  Following the chaotic hoof prints for more than ten miles, the front suddenly disappeared without any hoof prints. What appeared in front of Lin Feng was a small river several meters wide.

  At this time, Lin Feng also began to calm down, and the information about the Hengdao Gang appeared in his mind.

  "Hengdao Gang, leader Han Meng, has the strength of the fourth level of Hu Xing Quan. Deputy leader Han Dang and Du Chong also have the strength of the fourth level of Hu Xing Quan. The Hengdao Gang has about 500 mountain bandits, with their lair located in Hengshan."

  Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and looked towards the opposite bank. The opposite bank did not have any traces of war horses passing by, nor was there any trace on this side of the river.

  The Hengdao Gang bandits seem to have mysteriously disappeared just like this!

  "These mountain bandits are really cautious!"

  Lin Feng smiled coldly, glanced at the clear river water, then turned and sped downstream along the riverbank!

  ……

  In a dense forest by the river, wisps of smoke drifted lazily upwards. Over a hundred knights in disheveled armor were resting, none other than the bandits from the Mountain of Horizontal Blades. On their warhorses beside them were piled up the spoils they had plundered.

  "Big brother, aren't we being too cautious?" A leader-like figure swung his battle knife casually and said lazily, "The people of Blackstone Town were all killed, not a single one was left alive. It's impossible for anyone to go and report the news. Why don't we just head back to Hengshan directly instead of going around in such a big circle?"

  The scar-faced big man hummed: "Be careful, a thousand years of sailing! Han Dang, we are taking advantage of Lin Heng's absence from Blackstone Town to do this. Wang Lang's intelligence may not be accurate, what if Lin Heng suddenly appears? Which one of us brothers can escape? I'm afraid it won't even be enough for him to cook a pot!"

  "But Lin Heng has lost an arm and is now a useless person! Why should we be afraid of him?" Han Dang said with discontent.

  "Lost an arm? Even if Lin Heng loses an arm, he's still not someone we can handle! If he wants to kill you, it won't even take a blow!" Han Meng snorted, "If you're not convinced, go try him out yourself!"

  Han spat and stopped talking. Another leader, Du Chong, laughed and said: "Brother's move is really brilliant! We'll lead the horses along the river downstream, there won't be any footprints on the shore, and the marks in the water will soon be buried by mud and sand. Even if Lin Heng goes back now, it's absolutely impossible to catch up with us! This thing can be said to be done seamlessly, no one will ever know!"

  "There's no absolute in life. It's always good to be careful." Han Meng stood up, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed, "Huh?"

  "What's wrong, Big Brother?" Han Dang and Du Chong both asked.

  "Something's off!" Han Meng glanced at the dense forest in front of him, his expression slightly solemn. "I keep feeling like someone is staring at us. Hurry! Let's get out of here quickly!"

  "Who's there?" Han asked in puzzlement. "There's no one in sight? Big brother, I'll go take a look!" With that, he was about to rush across the river.

  "Cut the crap, follow me!" Han Meng shouted loudly, startling Han Dang as well.

  "Listen to your elder brother! Go, leave here quickly!" Du Chong stood up and shouted loudly at the mountain bandits.

  Over a hundred mountain bandits hastily mounted their horses and rushed into the dense forest at incredible speed, disappearing from sight...

  ……

  "It's really Han Meng!" Lin Feng slowly walked out of the forest, looking at the horizontal knife gang mountain bandits who were running wildly to the other shore, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

  "Think you can run? It's not that easy!" Lin Feng tapped his foot, and his body floated up, landing lightly on a boulder in the middle of the river, before jumping to the opposite bank.

  Then he darted into the dense forest like a leopard, chasing in the direction of the Hengdao Gang mountain bandits!

  The bandits of the Cross Knife Gang were carrying a large amount of loot and moving slowly, especially in the dense forest. Lin Feng, on the other hand, was not affected by the terrain at all and quickly caught up with the bandits of the Cross Knife Gang.

  Keeping pace with the mountain bandits, Lin Feng's eyes flashed coldly as he reached out and grasped a yellow yang wood hard bow that appeared in his hand.

  This was Zhao Dahong's legacy. Looking at this hard bow, Lin Feng thought of Uncle Zhao's gentle smile again, and his heart ached.

  "Uncle Zhao, watch this! I'm now going to avenge you!" Lin Feng secretly thought, and a long arrow was already pinched in his hand.

  In the dense forest, Han Meng's face was gloomy, and he led the mountain bandits to hurry along. The increasingly strong sense of danger made his eyebrows jump violently.

  The mountain bandits did not know what had happened and were still talking in low voices, discussing the bloody scene of today's massacre in Blackstone Town.

  "Haha! I didn't expect this small Blackstone Town to have such a beautiful woman. The little girl I used, was as soft as dough, and the feeling of being on top of her, tsk tsk!" A tall and sturdy mountain bandit was speaking with his mouth watering, while the surrounding bandits were listening intently, their faces revealing lewd smiles.

  Suddenly! A shrill cry rang out, and that tall bandit let out a miserable wail, heavily falling off his horse!

  A long arrow pierced through his skull, white and blood mixed together flowed all over the ground, apparently he was already dead beyond dead!

  "Who?" The mountain bandits were startled and tightly gripped their horizontal knives, shouting in disorder.

  He replied to them, and again two cold arrows whizzed by, nailing the two mountain bandits firmly to the ground!

  The bandits' troops were also in disarray, and they were all second-rate masters of the Tiger Shape Fist. Ordinary arrows couldn't possibly harm them. These few companions were shot dead without any resistance, obviously by a master!

  How swift an arrow must be in order for them to have no time to resist?

  "Bastard!" Han Dang roared in anger, riding his horse to the front of the mountain bandits, with a horizontal knife flashing out a blade of light, chopping the two incoming arrows into several segments. Then he roared again, "Which rat gang are you from? Dare to ambush the Horizontal Knife Gang? Are you tired of living?"

  In the dense forest, there was a dead silence, and no one responded.

  "Follow me!" Han Dang shouted angrily, galloping his horse in the direction of the flying arrows. A dozen or so mountain bandits also shouted and followed on horseback, rushing forward rapidly.

  However, in the dense forest, where is even half a person's shadow?

  "You cowardly rats, come out and meet your death!" Han Dang roared in anger.

  Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

  Three arrows came in a row, one arrow shot towards Han Dang, and the other two arrows were shot at two mountain bandits.

  Han cut off the incoming arrows with one knife, but two mountain bandits fell off their horses with a miserable cry, dead!

  "Damn it! Damn it!" Han Dang roared in anger, urging his horse forward, swinging the horizontal blade in his hand, cutting off the vines, and instantly arriving at the position where arrows were flying.

  However, there is still no one, and that mysterious enemy has gone unknown!

  "Second brother, come back!" Han Meng's voice faintly came through.

  "Big brother!" Han Dang roared in anger. When had he ever suffered such a loss?

  "Give it back!" Han Meng's voice was extremely cold and stern.

  "Ah!" Han grunted, shouting "Run!"

  A dozen or so bandits, pale with fear, hastily retreated towards the main force, while Han Dang was on high alert, swinging his sword to cover their rear.

  Lin Feng drew his bow like a full moon, aiming at Han Dang's back, but finally put it down.

  Relying on arrows, it is obviously impossible to kill this person.

  However, there are still dozens of miles from here to Hengshan, all of which are high mountains and dense forests. There is plenty of time to enjoy them later!

  "Uncle Zhao, did you see it?"

  "I've already killed five!"

  "Just watch slowly! I will kill them all, avenge you, and avenge everyone in Blackstone Town!"

  Although Lin Feng's power was only at the third stage of Tiger Form Fist, his sensory ability had surpassed that of a fourth-stage strongman after practicing Zhuque Wanxiang Gong. In this dense forest, he could detect Han Dang and others in advance, but Han Dang couldn't find him.

  Among the three, Han Meng, who had the highest skill, could slightly sense his presence, but he was also unable to detect his location.

  In this dense forest, the Gang of Crossed Swords was completely on the defensive.

  "The hunt continues!" Lin Feng stood up and his body flashed lightly before disappearing into the dense forest.

  ……

  "Big brother, why did you call me back!" Han Dang Che shouted angrily as he returned to the midst of the troops.

  "What is this?" Han Meng's face was gloomy, holding a blood-stained arrow in his hand. The arrow was made of refined iron, with grooves carved on the arrowhead, gleaming with a faint chill.

  "What's so strange about armor-piercing arrows?" Han asked.

  "Take a good look, is this an ordinary armor-piercing arrow?" Han Meng said in a deep voice.

  Du Chong's eyes suddenly contracted and he exclaimed: "Five-edged armor-piercing arrow?"

  Han's heart sank as he looked at the arrowhead in Han Meng's hand. Indeed, the arrowhead was not an ordinary four-edged one, but a five-edged one!

  "Wu Ling Chuan Jia Jian! The arrowhead is divided into five ridges, and to maintain flight stability, these five ridges must be even! Within a hundred miles, only the Lin family in Heishi Town can make it! Moreover, this kind of arrowhead is not sold by the Lin family! Who shot it, you all understand now!" Han Meng said with a gloomy face.

  "Lin Heng?" Han Dang asked in surprise, "Isn't he only one-armed? How can he shoot arrows?"

  "Can we ordinary people understand the skills of a master?" Han Meng said in a low voice.

  Han and Du were silent, if Lin Heng really did it, then Lin Heng was too terrifying. With one arm drawing a bow, they couldn't even imagine how to complete it!

  The mountain bandits heard the words of several leaders and couldn't help but tremble. In this area, Lin Heng was a legendary existence.

  "Lord Lin Heng, is that you? Please show yourself!" Han Meng stood up and cupped his fists in respect, shouting towards the woods.

  "Lord Lin Heng! There's something to discuss, Han Mou knows he was wrong! Please show yourself!" Seeing no response, Han Mou again clasped his fists and shouted.

  "Lin Heng, sir! My brothers and I have long admired your name. Please, sir, show yourself and let us converse!" Du Chong also said loudly with a bow.

  However, there was complete silence in the forest, without any response at all!

  Han's face showed a hint of annoyance, and he shouted angrily: "The great centurion of the Xuanjia Heavy Cavalry is actually so insignificant! Hide your head... Hmph!"

  Han Dang's words were cut off as he was punched hard in the stomach by Han Meng. The force of the punch was so great that Han Dang's words were knocked back into his throat.

  "Big brother! Why did you hit me!" Han Dang caught his breath and glared at Han Meng, shouting angrily.

  "Lord Lin Heng, are you someone who can be scolded?" Han Meng said in a cold voice, "If you show disrespect to the lord again, beware of your life!"

  Scolding finished Han Dang, Han Meng once again clasped his fists and smiled: "Lin Heng sir, since you've come, why not come out and meet? Whatever the matter is, we can discuss it clearly face to face."

  Lin Feng gazed at Han Meng's flattering smile, his heart filled with cold laughter. If your father were here, you would all probably be corpses by now!

  Dad is not here today, but I, Lin Feng, am also here!