Mainland Martial Arts

The journey was long, and Lin Feng had to sleep in the open air. During the day, he braved the scorching sun, his clothes soaked with sweat. At night, he rested by the campfire, gazing at the starry sky, his mind awash with thoughts.

After four days of arduous journey, Lin Feng finally arrived at Qingyue City. He walked into the city with his horse wearily.

He found an inn, asked for a room, and planned to stay there for the night. Lin Feng sat on a chair in the room, rubbing his sore legs, thinking about the next trip.

He asked the innkeeper about the environment of Qingyue City. The innkeeper was an enthusiastic middle-aged man who introduced the situation of Qingyue City to Lin Feng in detail.

"Qingyue City is a great place. Business is booming, people are coming and going, and all kinds of strange and unique things can be found here. However, don't run around at night, as this city is not completely safe." The boss said with a smile.

Lin Feng nodded. "Thank you for the reminder, boss. I'm just passing by and will continue my journey tomorrow."

The next morning, Lin Feng got up early, washed up, and continued his journey to Jinyan City.

However, he didn't know that his every move was being watched.

The Wang family noticed that Lin Feng of the Lin family had gone on a long journey. Although they did not know Lin Feng's specific itinerary and purpose, they firmly believed that Lin Feng's journey must be for something important.

The Wang family members who were staring at Lin Feng were secretly speculating in their hearts: "The Lin family sent Lin Feng away on a long journey, there must be something that can threaten our Wang family. The reason they let Lin Feng go out is to make us let down our guard."

A young man from the Wang family stared at Lin Feng's figure with sharp eyes, a sly smile on his face.

He turned and walked into the room, quickly wrote a letter, and then tied it to a well-trained flying pigeon. The pigeon spread its wings and flew high in the direction of the Wang family.

Inside the Wang family mansion, the patriarch, Wang Lei, sat in his study, looking seriously at the letter before him. His brow furrowed slightly, and he pondered.

Not long after, the young man came to Wang Lei.

"Master, you have read the letter, right? I think we can't let Lin Feng go like this. We must find out his purpose." The young man said, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

Wang Lei was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, go contact the Qingyue City family we're friendly with and ask them to send someone to intercept Lin Feng on the road. Make sure to capture him alive and then find out his purpose."

The young man took the order and left, feeling secretly proud of himself.

In the family in Qingyue City, after receiving the request from the Wang family, they sent out more than a dozen people and quietly set out to intercept Lin Feng.

Lin Feng rode his horse, advancing alone on the road. He looked a little tired, but his eyes revealed determination.

In a forest dozens of kilometers away from Qingyue City, sunlight filtered through the dense leaves, casting dappled shadows. Lin Feng rode his horse, slowly passing through the forest.

He looked a little tired, but his eyes were determined.

Suddenly, a rope suddenly sprang up from the ground like a venomous snake hidden in the shadows. Lin Feng's horse, startled, neighed, raised its front hooves, and threw Lin Feng to the ground. The horse neighed again and fell to the ground with a loud thud, throwing Lin Feng as well.

He quickly got up and looked around vigilantly.

At this moment, a dozen masked men emerged from the woods. Their footsteps were light and steady, exuding a powerful aura. The leader's gaze was sharp, like a blade, as he stared intently at Lin Feng. The leader asked, "Are you Lin Feng?"

Lin Feng's heart sank as he realized that these people came prepared.

He collected himself and replied, "Who are you?"

A hint of joy flashed in the leader's eyes. After confirming, he waved his hand and ordered his men to rush forward and capture the man alive.

Lin Feng's eyes became sharp. He knew that a fierce battle was inevitable.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly. He knew that a fierce battle was about to begin.

The first enemy who rushed forward, longsword in hand, lunged straight at Lin Feng. Lin Feng dodged to the side, avoiding the blow. Then, he took a sudden step forward and punched the enemy in the chest. The enemy groaned and retreated repeatedly.

Seeing the situation was bad, the other enemies rushed forward together. Their sword moves were sharp and their coordination was so tacit that Lin Feng was temporarily struggling.

Lin Feng nimbly moved among the enemies, his fists raining down on them like a torrential downpour. Each punch contained the strength of his peak second rank. Although not fatal, it still caused the enemy to suffer a lot.

An enemy swung his sword at Lin Feng's arm. Lin Feng raised his hand to block the attack, but the blade left a shallow scar on his arm. Lin Feng frowned, endured the pain, and kicked the enemy in the stomach.

As the battle progressed, Lin Feng's breathing gradually became rapid. Sweat trickled down his cheeks, soaking his clothes. But his eyes remained firm, showing no sign of retreat.

In the fierce battle, Lin Feng gradually found the enemy's weakness. He seized the opportunity and punched an enemy on the chin, knocking him to the ground.

The battle intensified, and Lin Feng sustained many wounds. But he did not give up, for he knew that if he relaxed even a little, he would be captured by the enemy.

After a brief fight, Lin Feng had clearly felt the opponent's strength.

These dozen or so people are all third-grade warriors, and the leader is at the peak of the third grade.

With his strength at the peak of the second rank, although he could defeat a third rank warrior, it was almost impossible for him to kill all of them.

Lin Feng thought to himself: "I must find a way to escape."

He decided to use the Lin family's unique martial art, Jiyiquan, in close combat, and when the distance was far enough, he would use the detonator on his body.

As the battle progressed, Lin Feng suffered more and more wounds.

His clothes were stained with blood, and several parts of his body were covered in blood.

But he did not retreat and continued to resist stubbornly.

In the fierce battle with more than a dozen people, Lin Feng continuously used the Lin family's unique martial art, Jiyiquan. Each of his punches contained endless power, and each attack was carried out with the determination to make a desperate move.

Facing the enemies pouring in like a tide, Lin Feng nimbly moved among them. His steps were light and agile, as if he were dancing a dance of life and death.

Lin Feng's fist was as fast as lightning and hit an enemy directly in the chest. The enemy groaned and took a few steps back.

Then, another enemy swung his sword. Lin Feng dodged sideways and kicked the enemy's knee. The enemy fell to the ground in pain.