Chapter 40 End

  "Blood and Iron, Centurion Lin Heng!"

  Lin Feng heard the strong man's words and his heart was slightly shaken!

  In his memory, a figure also emerged and merged with the bald man in front of him.

  "It's him, it's Uncle Fang!"

  ……

  "Hmm!"

  The onlookers were all knights of the second heavy cavalry unit of the Xuan Jia, led by two powerful men who were at the seventh level of the Hu Xing Quan. Upon hearing the robust man's words, one of them snorted coldly and said: "What Iron Blood Hundred Men Commander? Bullshit! A traitor to the sect is actually being treated so highly by your entire unit, it's truly laughable!"

  "Zhao Wei, what are you talking about?" The bald and muscular man's eyes flashed with cold light, shouting angrily, "If Old Lin is a traitor, why would the Sect Master let him leave Luoyun City? The Sect Master didn't say anything like that, what makes you say Old Lin is a traitor? Are you looking to fight with me?"

  "Fang Ba, others may fear you, but I don't!" Zhao Wei sneered and said, "Lin Heng betrayed the sect, this is something everyone knows. He was able to leave Luoyun City safely, that's because the Sect Master took pity on him out of old affection. It's just you bunch of old guys in the first squad who still think he's a hero because he saved you a few times! In my eyes, he's not even worth a fart!"

  "Good! Good! Good!" Bald and muscular Fang Ba gritted his teeth and sneered, "Zhao Wei, you're really good! Your guts have grown bigger, daring to say such things in front of me! Come on, come on, let me see what kind of strength you really have!"

  "You may not be my match in a one-on-one fight, but take a good look at the situation today." Zhao Wei burst out laughing and said, "Brother Fang and I have always acted together. You don't stand a chance against us two, and now we're the ones guarding this place. Everyone here is on our side. Old Fang, if you want to lose face once, I'll play along with you, haha!"

  Another Seventh-Grade Strongman of the Tiger Form Fist, Fang Mo, also smiled and said: "Fang Ba, we came here today just to watch the excitement, and didn't plan on getting involved in your affairs. But if you want to fight us, that would be very unwise! You should first take care of your own matters!"

  "Today, this frame is not to be messed with!" Fang Ba roared in rage, "You dare to insult Old Lin, I'll let you go back like this, and after going back, you'll definitely be laughed to death by a large group of brothers! Zhao Wei, Fang Mo, both of you get out for me!"

  Zhao Wei and Fang Mo exchanged a glance, simultaneously sneering as they walked out of the crowd. As both were at the seventh level of Tiger Form Fist and had a two-on-one advantage, they did not fear Fang Ba.

  "Wait!" Just as the three were about to make their move, a voice rang out from behind them.

  Fang Ba turned his head and shouted: "Little boy, let's talk about your business later, first let's finish this fight!"

  Lin Feng smiled slightly at Fang Ba: "Uncle Fang, I must settle this matter myself!"

  "Huh?" Fang Ba was taken aback, "You little stinker, what did you just call me?"

  "Uncle Fang!"

  Lin Feng smiled slightly at Fang Ba, but his expression suddenly turned cold as he looked at Zhao Wei. He said solemnly, "Zhao Wei, you have insulted my father, I challenge you to a duel!"

  "What?" Zhao Wei's face was filled with confusion. "Kid, what do you mean? You weren't going to fight Fang Ba, so why are you challenging me to a duel now?"

  "My name is Lin Feng. Iron Blooded Hundred Men Commander Lin Heng, is my father." Lin Feng said coldly, "Zhao Wei, do you dare to duel with me?"

  Everyone has their own bottom line, and Lin Feng is no exception. How could Zhao Wei say such things about his own father, and how can Lin Feng tolerate it?

  Wow!

  As soon as Lin Feng finished speaking, the small courtyard suddenly became lively.

  "He is Lin Heng's son!"

  "No wonder those few moves earlier were so powerful! It's indeed Lin Heng's style!"

  "This kid, indeed has some skills. Looks like he's here to take the test? Fourteen years old and already reached the sixth level of Tiger Form Fist!"

  "When Lin Heng joined Xuan Jia Heavy Cavalry that year, he was also the sixth rank of Hu Xing Quan, right? This kid really has a bit of his father's style!"

  Lin Heng, the Iron Blood Hundred Men Commander, is an absolutely renowned figure in the Heavy Armor Cavalry. Even the knights of the Second Corps have heard many stories about Lin Heng, and they are all deeply impressed. In the Heavy Armor Cavalry, Lin Heng is a legendary existence.

  If it weren't for that extremely bizarre final battle, Lin Heng would still be the hero of the entire Xuan Jia Heavy Cavalry. However, after that last battle, Lin Heng left Luoyun City and things changed. But with Lin Feng's words, people remembered Lin Heng's former prestige again.

  "Little Maple! You're Little Maple!" Fang Ba looked at Lin Feng, exclaiming in surprise and delight, "Good kid, you've returned to Luoyun City! You've grown so big! Ah, right, you're exactly fourteen this year, it's about time you came back!"

  Overjoyed, Fang Ba also became a bit incoherent.

  "Thank you, Uncle Fang, for taking care of my father." Lin Feng smiled gratefully and turned to Zhao Wei with a stern expression. "Zhao Wei, I challenge you to a duel! Do you dare accept?"

  At this time, Lin Feng's heart was also filled with many doubts. He wasn't clear about the reason why his father left Luoyun City back then. However, as a son, since Zhao Wei had insulted his father, he naturally had to stand up for him!

  Father is the most majestic mountain in his heart. How can his dignity be offended by others?

  "Are you the son of Old Lin?" Zhao Wei exclaimed, "No wonder you could afford to buy this mansion! At such a young age, you've already mastered the sixth level of Tiger Fist, not bad at all, you haven't disgraced your father. However, kid, if you want to duel with me, I'm afraid you're still a bit too green!"

  "Xiao Feng, forget it!" Fang Ba suddenly came to his senses and hastily said, "Let Uncle help you with this matter! You just watch from the side!"

  "No need, thank you Uncle Fang." Lin Feng smiled at Fang Ba and turned around to repeat, "Zhao Wei, dare you fight me?"

  "This stinky kid!" Zhao Wei curled his lip, "Really unlucky! What's going on here?! I just casually said that, just to liven things up. Damn it, I came to watch the excitement, how did I end up being the main character?!"

  "Haha! Who told you to come with such a stinky mouth?" Fang Mo laughed and said, "Old Zhao, just play along with this kid! He wants to 'duel' with you!"

  Zhao Wei shook his head and looked at Fang Ba: "Old Fang, what do you think?"

  "You dare hurt Xiao Feng, or I'll crush your balls!" Fang Ba snarled.

  "Damn it!" Zhao Wei cursed, looking at Lin Feng with a bitter face. "Kid, come on, I'll play with you. To be honest, except for the last battle that year, I still have some respect for Old Lin. What skills do you have? Bring them out and I'll give you some face, let's play together. Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

  Lin Feng was shocked, he didn't expect this guy would say something like that. His originally surging anger suddenly dissipated by more than half.

  Actually, Zhao Wei was not pretending to be arrogant. In those years, Lin Heng in the Xuan Jia Heavy Cavalry was absolutely the most powerful person under the commander. The strong men of each battalion in the Xuan Jia Heavy Cavalry mostly looked down on each other, but only Lin Heng, this hundred-man captain, got unanimous recognition from everyone. Each battalion's strong men were extremely admiring of the Iron Blood Hundred-Man Captain, and Zhao Wei back then was no exception.

  "Go on, Xiao Feng. With Uncle here, this guy won't dare play any tricks." Fang Ba said.

  Lin Feng bitterly smiled, a duel was a life and death battle, with such a commotion, could this still be called a duel?

  Lin Feng took a deep breath, calmed himself down, looked at Zhao Wei and said: "Please!"

  "Alright then, kid." Zhao Wei replied casually. A battle one rank higher, and it was still a one-on-one fight; he didn't believe there would be any suspense.

  Lin Feng's perception ability was raised to the limit, his internal yuan force fully activated, and he suddenly took a step forward, dashing towards Zhao Wei. At the same time, his right fist swung out from under his ribs, heading straight for Zhao Wei's face!

  "Good!" Zhao Wei looked at Lin Feng's punch, which was domineering and unparalleled. He couldn't help but praise him, and he stood still, casually throwing a punch to meet Lin Feng's fist.

  He was the seventh rank of Tiger Fist, with a strength that was at least twice as strong as the sixth rank. Although it was just a casual punch, it had already surpassed the full-strength blow of a sixth-rank Tiger Fist master! Zhao Wei was confident that if Lin Feng didn't retract his fist, he would be injured under his own attack.

  Lin Feng looked at Zhao Wei's fist, his expression unchanged, the localized strengthening of power in his right arm suddenly activated, and his punching speed increased by a factor of two in an instant!

  "Huh!" Zhao Wei's face suddenly changed, his shoulders sank, and he swung his fist outward to avoid colliding with Lin Feng's. Lin Feng's fist swept past Zhao Wei's, but it was a hollow punch.

  Lin Feng secretly lamented the pity, Zhao Wei's reaction was indeed faster than he had anticipated. Knowing that he couldn't meet this punch head-on, he relied on his footwork to move and easily avoided a direct collision with Lin Feng.

  With his powerful perception ability, Lin Feng clearly predicted Zhao Wei's movements, but he was helpless. After all, only his right arm was at the seventh level of Tiger Fist, while other parts were still at the sixth level. His legs had not been strengthened, so his movement speed was naturally inferior to Zhao Wei's. Since Zhao Wei dodged, Lin Feng simply couldn't keep up with his movements.

  This round, in others' eyes, was Zhao Wei's heart growing timid, not daring to collide head-on with Lin Feng!

  "Old Zhao, what have you done?!"

  Fang Mou shook his head, feeling extremely embarrassed. The surrounding knights also had strange expressions on their faces, unable to understand what was going on.

  "Good!" Fang Ba couldn't help but burst out laughing happily.

  "Can't see it, huh!" Zhao Wei, who had entered a fighting state, was like a different person, completely unaffected by his surroundings. He looked at Lin Feng and said, "You may be a bit special, but Uncle is still going to win today! Take my punch!"

  As he spoke, Zhao Wei's momentum surged, and a fierce killing intent burst forth, his entire being charging towards Lin Feng like an eagle, strong fighting spirit enveloping Lin Feng, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

  After all, he was a strong man in the military, and after years of bloody battles, Zhao Wei, who had been fighting with all his might, was also not to be underestimated.

  Lin Feng's eyes blazed with a fierce battle intent, he let out a loud roar and charged towards Zhao Wei, his muscles tensing up suddenly, he swung his fist at Zhao Wei!

  After this punch was launched, Lin Feng only felt a slight relaxation throughout his body, and he broke free from Zhao Wei's oppressive war intent.

  "Haha, great!" Zhao Wei burst out laughing wildly, his right hand also moved!

  When he pounced over, he didn't throw a punch. But at this moment, he finally made his move!

  This punch looks extremely slow, and the position is extremely strange. Lin Feng couldn't see where his opponent's fist was going to attack him, but apparently he wasn't planning on having a hard-hitting collision with himself.

  "Damn it!" Lin Feng gritted his teeth, the surging power in his right arm bursting out instantly, his fist accelerating once more as he smashed it towards Zhao Wei's chest!

  "Haha!" Zhao Wei let out a long laugh, and in a flash, he took a step to the left, dodging Lin Feng's punch. His right fist, however, suddenly accelerated and smashed onto Lin Feng's shoulder.

  "Defeated!" Lin Feng's body instantly lost its balance, spinning around in a half circle before heavily sitting down on the ground.

  A bitter smile also appeared on his face.

  Lost without a fight, and lost in a way that was utterly unsurprising.

  The strong man of the heavy cavalry is indeed not easy to deal with.