Chapter Twenty-Four Innate Talents

  Looking at Han's unyielding expression, Lin Feng coldly smiled.

  "How dare you still come after me alone, are you looking for death?!"

  Although he is only at the third rank of Tiger Shape Fist, his right hand has undergone special strengthening. Without using fire attribute power for a full-force strike, it still has over 1500 pounds of force, and with Flame Fist for a full-force strike, it exceeds 3000 pounds of force!

  In terms of strength alone, this punch completely overwhelmed Handan, after all, the fourth heavy tiger fist was only 2000 pounds of force.

  And how sharp is his perception? Han Dang's knife method, although it looks terrifying, is full of loopholes in his eyes. With the terrifying power and speed of Huo Yan Fist, he was confident enough to penetrate the knife light attack to Han Dang, and the fact was also coincidentally so.

  This is the benefit of Zhuque Wanxiang Gong. No matter who looks at it, Lin Feng now only has the aura of the third heavy tiger shape fist, but killing a high-ranking fourth heavy tiger shape fist is so simple.

  Lin Feng's body swayed slightly, almost falling to the ground, and he hastily struggled to support himself. At this moment, he felt extremely exhausted. This attack had almost consumed all his energy with just one punch.

  At this time, if Han Meng was also in front of him, Lin Feng would have been in danger. Fortunately, Han Meng feared Lin Feng's father, Lin Heng, and did not dare to rush over.

  ……

  "Second brother!" Hearing the distant angry roar of Han Dang before his death, Han Meng let out a sorrowful cry and almost fell off his horse.

  No matter what, Handan was his only younger brother. And now his younger brother is dead!

  "Lin Heng! Lin Heng!" Han Meng gritted his teeth.

  "Big brother, what should we do?" Du asked in a panic.

  "You and I will return to Hengshan immediately! The rest of you brothers can follow slowly behind!" Han Meng said with a gloomy face.

  "Boss!" The mountain bandits cried out in disorder as soon as they heard it.

  Their boss and deputy boss are actually going to abandon them?

  "Follow me!" Han Meng leapt off his horse and rushed into the forest.

  "Sorry, brothers!"

  Du Chong let out a sigh and reluctantly looked at the terrified mountain bandits, also jumped off his horse and chased towards Han Meng's direction.

  For these masters, in such a dense forest, riding horses is far less swift than their own two legs. In no time at all, the figures of the two men vanished from sight.

  Without their leader, the mountain bandits looked at each other in dismay, extremely uneasy. In the end, they urged on their war horses and proceeded forward slowly.

  A sense of despair enveloped them, without a leader, that kind of ghostly cold arrow was simply unstoppable!

  And even the deputy leader Han Dang can kill such an enemy, how terrifying is that?

  ……

  Lin Feng's face revealed a hint of cold smile, in his eyes these mountain bandits were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

  He would naturally not forgive these people; their guilt could be washed away only by their own blood.

  He reached out and grasped, three long arrows appeared in his hand. Placed on the string, the bow was drawn like a full moon.

  "Wait!" Old Zhuang's voice suddenly rang out.

  "What?" Lin Feng was shocked.

  "You stinky little brat, are you trying to kill them all?" said Old Man Zhuang.

  "Of course!" Lin Feng nodded heavily. Only their blood could comfort Zhao Shu's restless spirit.

  "Then you can't shoot this arrow!" said Old Man Zhuang with a smile.

  "Why?" Lin Feng asked.

  "Ha! You little stinker," said the old man with a chuckle. "Just now, there were three leaders among them, and they had their mainstay, so naturally they wouldn't easily disperse. But now that the dragon is headless, you've shot out these three arrows, and I'm afraid these guys will scatter in all directions! Even if your archery skills are superb, can you really kill them all?"

  "Are we just going to let them off like this?" Lin Feng asked.

  "Nature won't let them off. As the saying goes, 'Monks can run but the temple can't', as long as they're still together, they'll all have to return to Hengshan. If they're scattered, they definitely won't come back!" Old Zhuang laughed and said, "For now, let's temporarily release them, wait until they return to Hengshan, then we'll catch them all in one net!"

  Lin Feng thought for a moment and also nodded silently.

  Indeed, to catch them all at once, it's really not possible to scatter them now. Moreover, my current state is indeed in need of rest. At least I need to rest for a moment before I can recover to my peak state.

  "Dispose of the body, kid!" Zhuang Lao said again, "The secret of the Vermilion Bird's Omniscient Skill must not be revealed to anyone! From now on, try not to use fire-attribute powers; if absolutely necessary, make sure to cover your tracks and leave no evidence!"

  "Got it!" Lin Feng nodded.

  His hands moved swiftly, and soon a deep pit appeared on the ground. One foot kicked Han Dang's corpse into the pit, and Lin Feng was about to fill in the dirt when Zhuang Lao shouted: "Wait!"

  "What's wrong?" Lin Feng was slightly taken aback.

  "Is this all?" said Old Zhuang in a low voice. "This is what you call leaving no trace? Burn the body!"

  "Ah!" Although he thought that Old Zhuang was being a bit too cautious, Lin Feng nodded and waved his right hand. A red glow enveloped Han Dang's corpse. Han Dang's corpse rapidly shriveled up and soon turned into ashes.

  This is the fire attribute energy stored in Lin Feng's right hand. When it's not used for attacking, using it to light a fire isn't bad either.

  Then Lin Feng quickly filled up the pit, compacted it, and then sprinkled a layer of withered branches and leaves on top, until no trace was visible, only then was Zhuang Lao satisfied.

  "Let you live a little longer!" Lin Feng thought, gazing in the direction where the mountain bandits had gone.

  No longer pursuing the mountain bandits, Lin Feng headed back in the direction he came from. Those five-edged armor-piercing arrows were all family heirlooms, and Lin Feng himself didn't know how to craft them; losing one was like losing a part of his heritage, so naturally, he couldn't bear to waste them.

  ……

  The mountain bandits huddled together, advancing cautiously and nervously waiting for the moment when the deadly arrows would fly. However, after a long wait, not a single arrow flew over.

  The bandits' hearts were slightly at ease, but no one dared to speak, they just gritted their teeth and urged the horses forward, hoping to leave this damned forest as soon as possible and return to the top of the mountain.

  This dense forest is tens of miles long, and the mountain bandits were frightened all the way. In the end, they walked out. The moment they left the forest, many mountain bandits burst into tears.

  It's really not easy!

  Without daring to stay for a moment, or even look back, the mountain bandits sped away in the direction of Mount Heng, tears streaming down their faces...

  ……

  Lin Feng found all his arrows and then returned into the dense forest.

  Lin Feng didn't rest much and immediately started practicing his Tiger Form Fist.

  Now he can take down a fourth-rank Tiger Fist master with a single Flame Fist attack, but after the attack, he needs some time to rest. At the same time, facing Han Meng and Du Chong is indeed a bit difficult.

  As for the other members of the Cross Knife Gang, he didn't care. Dealing with them was absolutely no more difficult than dealing with the pack of wolves his father had brought.

  So now what he needs is to increase his own strength. Fortunately, he is recovering his power and it won't take long.

  Zhuang Lao was even more "generous" in his expression, before he went to Hengshan for revenge, he temporarily did not absorb the heavenly and earthly yuanqi that he had introduced into his body, which undoubtedly made his recovery speed even faster.

  ……

  Two days later, on an open space in a dense forest.

  Lin Feng suddenly stomped on the ground, his body soared into the air, several feet high.

  At the same time as he fell, Lin Feng's right fist suddenly shot out like lightning and heavily smashed onto a large tree!

  "Crack!"

  A loud crash was followed by the big tree falling down with a thud, and Lin Feng also floated gently to the ground.

  With a forceful swing of his fist, a satisfied smile appeared on Lin Feng's clear and handsome face.

  Apparently he is quite satisfied with his own strength improvement.

  Compared with two days ago, his strength has increased a lot at this time.

  The power of a full-force punch has already reached nearly 1,400 pounds!

  If using the locally strengthened power, it is close to 2800 catties! This has already exceeded the strength of Han Meng and Du Chong!

  But if he uses his Flame attribute's power again, one punch will absolutely exceed 4000 kilograms! However, it only has the ability of a single strike.

  "You little scamp, you're really a freak!" Old Zhuang's voice rang out.

  "What's wrong?" Lin Feng asked in puzzlement.

  "Smelly brat, those who cultivate the Vermilion Bird's Omnipotent Technique usually do the same as you, using half of the Heaven and Earth's original energy to strengthen a part of their body. The strengthening effect of this part is usually an increase in attack power by 50%, and when using fire attribute powers to fight with all one's might, the attack power will double."

  "Only those with extremely strong talents will have their attack power doubled after local strengthening, and when using fire attribute energy to fight desperately, the attack power will be tripled."

  "However, people like this seem to have disappeared for a long time among the practitioners of Zhuque Wansi Gong. People like this only exist in legends."

  "But you little brat... have now reached this level! Without using fire attribute power, attack power doubles! Using Flame Fist, attack power doubles again, three times the original!"

  "It turns out my qualifications aren't bad?" Lin Feng laughed.

  "It's not just good, it can be said to be a gift from heaven!" Zhuang Lao exclaimed repeatedly, "I consider myself a genius, but compared to you, I'm actually slightly inferior! Young man, your future prospects are truly boundless!"

  "Really?" Lin Feng raised an eyebrow.

  "What kind of person do you think I am, can't even deceive you?" Zhuang Lao chuckled and said, "Youngster, are you interested in becoming my apprentice and inheriting my legacy? You already have the qualifications now!"

  "Ah?" Lin Feng shook his head, "I'd rather not be your apprentice!"

  "You stinky brat! Inheriting my legacy is a great honor! The famous geniuses on this continent, as soon as I utter a word, which one of them isn't crying and shouting to rush over?! Now I'm giving you the opportunity, yet you still don't agree?" Old Zhuang said displeased.

  "Apprentice... this really won't do!" Lin Feng thought for a moment, and still shook his head.

  "I get it! You're really a romantic!" Zhuang Lao was taken aback, then suddenly understood Lin Feng's intention and also burst out laughing.

  "Since you have your own ideas, I won't force it! You stinky brat, do you know what a great opportunity you've missed?! You'll definitely regret this later!"

  "Regret it?" Lin Feng's eyes sparkled and he smiled slightly, "Definitely won't!"

  ……

  It's not that Lin Feng is being sentimental, nor is he stupid, but rather Lin Feng has already set his mind on a certain sect.

  Luoyun Sect!

  Luoyun Sect was Father Lin Heng's sect back in the day. After joining the Xuan Jia Heavy Cavalry, he naturally became a member of the Luoyun Sect.

  Although there are some grudges between Father and Luoyun Sect, when Father mentions Luoyun Sect, he still talks about the sect's affairs. It is clear that Luoyun Sect still occupies an important position in Father's heart.

  Lin Feng himself also yearned for the Luoyun Sect. Before he was six years old, he had spent time in the Luoyun Sect. He had too many memories of that place.

  More importantly, it's Ye Zi!

  Ye Zi is the eldest miss of Luoyun Sect, Ye Zi's sect must also be his sect!

  Otherwise, how can he protect Ye Zi?

  Every time he thought of the purple-clothed girl with a gentle smile, Lin Feng felt his heart burning.

  As for his juvenile infatuation, Zong Lao didn't say much, just chuckled and didn't mention the matter of becoming a disciple again.

  It was already afternoon on the second day, Lin Feng stopped practicing his fist and walked out of the dense forest.

  And from the moment Lin Feng walked out of the dense forest, Zong Lao began to plunder Lin Feng's absorbed heavenly and earthly Yuan Qi without any politeness.

  Lin Feng could only smile wryly at this point. There was an agreement between the two of them, and he naturally couldn't say anything more.

  Actually, Zhuang Lao Ben was going to let him wait until he recovered to the fourth heavy Tiger Shape Fist before seeking revenge, which would be more stable, but Lin Feng simply didn't want to wait any longer!

  He had made a promise to Zhao Xue that in three days, he would bring the head of his enemy to pay respects to Zhao Shu's deceased soul. And tomorrow was the deadline!

  After leaving the dense forest, Lin Feng did not go directly to Hengshan, but instead came to a town closest to Hengshan.

  The name of this small town is Hengshan Town!