Frontier Army Warrior

Lu Changhao was pushed back four or five steps and almost fell off the stage.

Although he didn't lose, he struggled a few times and ultimately didn't stand up again.

He covered his chest with his hands and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.

The middle-aged man stood for a moment, and seeing that Lu Changhao couldn't get up, he turned around and walked off the stage without saying a word.

At this time, two men came up and helped Lu Changhao down.

The ring host hurriedly walked onto the stage, raised his hand and shouted.

"My fellow heroes, victory and defeat are common in the military. Let's continue. If we win three more games, we'll still get silver."

Lin Feng discovered that Li Donglai was staring at the middle-aged man's back in a daze, rubbing his hands together.

"Old Li, are your hands itching?"

Li Donglai took a deep breath and said, "Indeed, I am a little moved."

Li Xiong laughed and said, "It turns out that Old Li didn't like those rangers. This master is no ordinary person."

"Since killing is not taboo here, I'd like to try out the boss's swordsmanship."

Lin Qiaomei also laughed.

"I'm also envious of that bright yellow gold."

Only Hu Jincai remained unmoved and watched coldly.

Lin Feng nodded and said, "In that case, go ahead and try. Allow us to be unbridled."

Li Donglai bowed and said, "Boss, in one word, I surrender to you."

Li Xiong teased: "That's three words."

Li Donglai did not argue, but picked up the knife and strode towards the ring.

When the host of the ring saw someone coming on stage, he immediately greeted him with a smile.

"What should I call this hero?"

"Li Donglai, the knife player."

"Okay, everyone, if you like playing with knives, feel free to come on stage. Gold and silver don't wait for anyone."

After saying that, he stepped down from the stage and let Li Donglai stand on it, looking down on the crowd.

Although Li Donglai was very imposing, he couldn't calm down the rabble in the audience.

Immediately, someone jumped onto the stage with a long sword in hand.

"Let me meet this hero."

As soon as the man jumped onto the ring, he swung his knife at Li Donglai while speaking.

Li Donglai took two steps back, moved his long sword out of the way, and shouted.

"What if someone dies?"

"Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by God, so heroes can act with confidence."

The ring host responded loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man with the knife swung his knife again.

Li Donglai smiled slightly, moved aside to avoid the blade, and the long knife in his hand flashed as fast as the wind.

When he saw his knife again, it had already stabbed into the man's body.

Starting from the shoulder, it slashed diagonally to the ribs, almost splitting the man in half.

There was a sudden exclamation from the audience, and then silence.

Li Donglai also frowned, looked carefully at the long knife in his hand, and pulled it out of the opponent's body with force.

The blood and internal organs were sprayed all over the ground.

Li Donglai raised his long knife, turned around and nodded in the direction of Lin Feng.

That means that the knife technique is indeed extremely sharp.

Mu Bentian and Shu Hu, who were standing in the attic, were both stunned at the same time.

This guy is so cruel.

Shuhu raised the corner of his mouth: "Hehe, it has the aura of our Master Tie."

Li Donglai made this one move and then asked everyone to stop going on stage. The audience remained silent until the incense stick burned out.

The host brought the silver onto the stage and handed it to Li Donglai.

"Hero, would you like to try the second level?"

Li Donglai took a deep breath and said, "That's why I came here."

"Alright, you're a hero indeed. Please invite the champion to the stage."

The next moment, the middle-aged man walked out of the house again and walked towards the ring step by step.

Li Donglai stared closely at his footsteps, silently adjusting his breathing and heartbeat.

Even when the middle-aged man walked up to him, he still had his hands behind his back and a calm look in his eyes.

Li Donglai felt a huge pressure coming towards him.

In order to resist the pressure, he also roared like Lu Changhao, raised his long sword and slashed at the opponent.

Just as the long sword was about to hit the opponent, it missed by an inch.

Li Donglai suddenly lost control of his momentum and leaned forward.

The next moment, his chest felt like it was hit by a huge hammer, and he flew backwards involuntarily.

The middle-aged man shook his head and turned away.

Li Donglai gritted his teeth and tried to get up, but he suddenly felt nauseous and had a tight chest, and started spitting blood from his mouth.

Lin Feng frowned and looked at the middle-aged man, wondering what he was thinking.

He could see clearly that the middle-aged man was using the Tieshankao from the Bengquan technique, which he had also practiced in his previous life, but he felt that he had not used it as well as this man.

If I use my expertise in bone-splitting and bone-breaking techniques, or the Tongbiquan, I wonder who will win?

Someone helped Li Donglai over.

Lin Feng checked his pulse and found that it was beating a little fast, but there was nothing wrong with it.

Of course, he didn't really know how to take a pulse, he was just pretending to do so to reassure others.

"How do you feel?"

"Boss, I'm sorry to embarrass you. I just feel a little nauseous and want to vomit right now."

Li Xiong immediately said harshly, "Boss, go kill him."

Lin Feng glanced at him and said, "Why don't you give it a try?"

Li Xiong immediately shrank his neck: "I can't do it, Boss, you are the god in my heart."

Lin Feng pondered and said, "We can't even get through the door. What are their intentions?"

Bai Jing said calmly, "They gave silver."

"How do we do this?"

Lin Qiaomei asked.

"Let's wait and see."

Lin Feng felt a competitive spirit at this moment. It had nothing to do with anything else, he just had a competitive spirit.

How could I let someone else get ahead of me in such a pretentious job?

At this time, the two little girls who were leaning on the railing frowned.

"I really hate these rude men. I feel sick. Sister, shall we go back to the house?"

Haiyun spat.

Wan'er sighed dejectedly, "Alas, Dad asked me to choose a husband from among these people, how could I disobey?"

"Are you still going to look among them?"

"How about Haiyun try to help me find someone who's a little more pleasing to the eye?"

Haiyun put his chin on the railing helplessly.

"Okay, for my sister's lifelong event, Haiyun will fight for it."

"I knew Haiyun was the best. Look carefully."

There were more people challenging in the arena, but most of those who could last three rounds took the silver and left the arena.

No one challenged the second level.

Li Xiong also sighed and said, "That guy got away with it. He managed to intimidate all the heroes in the world with just his two arms."

It was already past noon, and although everyone was hungry, no one left.

They all envied those who got silver, and regretted not seeing a master who could get gold.

Lin Feng's two guards watched with their eyes shining, as they had never seen so many masters competing against each other.

Lin Feng had observed enough and felt that if he continued watching, nothing else would happen.

Then he rolled up his sleeves and said, "Okay, let me, Lu Sihuai, meet the heroes of the world."

Everyone immediately cheered up and excitedly raised their fists towards him to show encouragement.

Lin Feng took off his outer long gown, revealing the short clothes underneath, took the long sword from Bai Jing's hand, and then strode to the bottom of the ring in everyone's expectation.

He pressed the edge of the table with one hand and climbed up easily.

He pondered for a long time and felt that his own wind-splitting sword technique was more reliable.

If you use fists and feet, you will only waste time and the outcome will be unpredictable.

When the host of the ring saw another person coming on stage, he immediately shouted.

"What is the name of this hero?"

"Lü Sihuai."

"Okay, I wish Hero Lu a generous reward."

Lin Feng held the long sword behind his elbow and looked around.

Generally speaking, when a newcomer comes on stage in a fight, there will naturally be people rushing to accept the challenge.

At this time, standing opposite Lin Feng on the ring was a sturdy middle-aged man with a weathered face, showing that he had been through a lot in the martial arts world.

His movements were steady and measured, his eyes were sharp, and he held a pair of fist-sized hammers in his hands.

Lin Feng didn't move and looked at the other person quietly.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then he suddenly shouted, lunged forward, and smashed a pair of hammers at Lin Feng's temples.