Frontier Army Warrior

He stepped on Lin Feng's round shield, slamming Lin Feng from mid-air into the ground, creating a crater half a meter deep.

Lin Feng felt pain all over his body and was dizzy, but he could still barely keep his mind active.

He didn't expect that even with thorough preparation, he still couldn't withstand Tsuruta Gen's heavy blow.

The gap is still so large.

Kuroda Shige, how did he become someone's apprentice? The difference in their abilities is like night and day.

Before Lin Feng could even climb out of the pit, Tsuruta Gen's heavy blows came one after another, a series of critical hits.

There was still a chance to cushion the impact in the air, but in the pit, there was Tsuruta Gen's heavy blow in front and relatively hard ground behind.

This made it even harder for Lin Feng to bear, and his blood and qi were almost squeezed out of his body.

Lin Feng knew that if things continued this way, he would surely be doomed. His plan to use the broken sword was a complete failure.

Even if the gap between him and Tsuruta Gen were slightly closer, he could still put up a fight.

Little did he know that the gap would be so vast; if he didn't use the broken sword soon, he might very well perish with regret.

After enduring the initial brunt of the attack, Lin Feng's thoughts reached the broken sword at his lower back.

After holding back for so long, the broken sword finally got permission and jumped out on its own, standing upright in front of Lin Feng with its jagged hilt pointing upwards.

Lin Feng understood its intent and without hesitation removed the deformed round shield.

Just then, another kick from Tsuruta Gen landed on his head.

The thin, bony foot stepped right onto the broken sword behind the round shield.

The wonder of the broken sword was revealed once again. Tsuruta Gen's powerful true energy could not stop the bladeless stub and pierced directly through his foot.

Tsuruta Gen let out a scream, pulled himself up, quickly flipped over and landed on one foot, looking at Lin Feng in the deep pit with surprise and uncertainty.

Lin Feng finally got a chance to catch his breath and crawled out of the deep pit. He looked miserable and was trembling all over. He barely managed to steady himself and stand on the ground.

Without further hesitation, he grabbed the broken sword.

Instantly, a stream of pure gas, carrying a cool sensation, entered the body's meridians.

Tsuruta Gen looked at his feet, which were already bleeding, then looked up at the broken sword in Lin Feng's hand and let out a cold laugh.

"Indeed, such a treasure should belong to the virtuous. It would be a great waste to leave it in your hands."

Lin Feng didn't speak, his body trembling even more violently.

He was enduring the immense true energy being channeled into his body by the broken sword; his meridians were surging, and he felt as if they were about to burst at any moment.

However, the damage he suffered earlier is also being repaired rapidly.

Seeing this, Tsuruta Gen knew he couldn't delay any longer; this treasure was too evil, and he should seize it as soon as possible.

His body transformed into a phantom once more, plunging headlong into Lin Feng.

With a loud bang, Lin Feng was sent flying far away by Tsuruta Gen, like a ball.

However, Lin Feng did not experience the pain he had felt before; instead, the swelling brought him a sense of pleasure.

It felt as if the impact of the heavy blow had further solidified the internal energy within his body.

Without pausing, Tsuruta Gen followed up with another punch, striking Lin Feng in the chest.

Lin Feng was still knocked far away, his body leaving a furrow in the ground.

While his body was still rolling, he was kicked in the lower back by Tsuruta Gen.

The ball flew into the air like a ball.

Next, Tsuruta Gen launched a series of attacks, each one delivered with all his might, a relentless barrage of blows.

But Lin Feng was so thoroughly bruised by this heavy blow that he seemed to become even more refined.

My body was enveloped in a layer of true energy, and I felt no pain, but rather a greater sense of comfort.

Genya Tsuruta also sensed that something was wrong and that he should seize the treasure from Lin Feng as soon as possible.

When he was about to strike again, Tsuruta Gen did not deliver a fatal blow to Lin Feng. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the broken sword that Lin Feng was holding.

The rusty blade, devoid of any edge, could not harm Tsuruta Gen's hand at all.

Both of them were trying to wrest the broken sword back from their hands.

Lin Feng dared not let go. Once the broken sword was out of his hand, he would have nothing to rely on, and facing Tsuruta Gen's heavy blow would still mean certain death.

The two channeled their inner energy into their arms, vying for control of the broken sword.

However, the two people had different personal experiences during the competition.

As Tsuruta Gen's true energy circulated, the true energy flowing from his arm to his fingers was rapidly surging into the sword, forcing him to increase the intensity of the infusion.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, relied entirely on the strength of his muscles and bones to compete with Tsuruta Gen, and his true energy was still surging wildly into his body.

In just a moment, Tsuruta Gen realized something was wrong, but he still held onto the broken sword and kicked Lin Feng in the stomach.

The force was too great; Lin Feng couldn't withstand it at all. His body was thrown backward and crashed to the ground more than ten feet away.

Tsuruta Gen finally managed to snatch the broken sword from his hand. Overjoyed, he didn't even bother to look at the broken sword in his hand; he had to deal with Lin Feng first.

He lunged forward and threw a punch at Lin Feng, who was lying on the ground.

Lin Feng gripped the hilt of the broken sword tightly, refusing to let go, even after being kicked away.

He still gripped the hilt of the sword, and seeing Tsuruta Gen's punch coming at him, he raised the broken sword in his hand to meet it.

Tsuruta Gen grabbed the broken sword with his left hand and punched out with his right fist, only to encounter Lin Feng's counterattack with the broken sword in mid-air.

In the heat of the moment, neither of them noticed anything amiss, both assuming that what they were holding was a broken sword.

With a soft "swoosh," Tsuruta Gen's right hand, which was aimed at Lin Feng, was instantly severed by the sharp broken sword, leaving only the part above the elbow.

Both sides were stunned, staring in bewilderment at the scene before them.

The next instant, Tsuruta Gen screamed, pushed off with both legs, and flew backward, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

Lin Feng was left standing there, somewhat disheveled in the wind.

A glimmer of light flickered in the pale moonlight.

To Lin Feng's surprise, the broken sword he was holding was as clear and new as ever. Although it was still a broken sword, its sharp blade was now exposed.

The amount of true energy emanating from the sword hilt was not as much as before, likely because a significant portion had been consumed by the broken sword.

Lin Feng held the broken sword up to his eyes and examined it.

The blade is very thin, and the stub is still there.

It turned out that the rusty blade was the scabbard of a broken sword.

As the two struggled with their inner energy, the sword was removed from its sheath, revealing its blade.

Therefore, Tsuruta Gen's arm, which was full of true energy, was easily severed by the broken sword without any resistance, which shows how sharp it was.

After the initial surprise, Lin Feng felt as light as a feather, his internal energy surging. His foundation had already been solidified by Tsuruta Gen's punches and kicks, so he didn't need to vent the throbbing pain too much.

Furthermore, the true energy infused into his body had already been refined to an extremely high purity by the broken sword, making it several times higher in quality than the energy he could cultivate and refine himself.

Lin Feng stood on the ground, stunned for a long time, before gradually coming to his senses.

He dispersed his consciousness and quickly found the sword sheath that Tsuruta Gen had abandoned; it was still covered in rust.

The broken sword reassembled, was sheathed again, and returned to its original state.

Lin Feng carefully wrapped the broken sword and tucked it into his lower back.

He sighed inwardly, amazed that something regarded as malevolent by cultivators could be so in tune with him, exchanging true energy so smoothly.

Lin Feng could already sense that his internal condition had improved significantly.

If he were to face Tsuruta Gen again, he probably wouldn't have been beaten so badly.

It's a question, so I can't make a definitive statement.

This time, it was overconfidence that caused them to lose the initiative and almost get crushed by Tsuruta Gen again.