Frontier Army Warrior

Lin Feng leaned back and stretched out his right leg.

The middle-aged man had just moved his body, with the hammer still halfway there, when he felt a shock in his abdomen, followed by a sharp pain spreading throughout his body.

The severe pain made it impossible for him to maintain his balance.

With a bang, the sturdy body slammed onto the stage, raising a cloud of dust.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience.

Lin Feng stood steadily on the ring, watching the middle-aged man being carried away, and quietly waiting for the second opponent to come on stage to challenge.

At this point, everyone who should have taken action has done so, and it is time for some experts who are still waiting and watching to take action.

Sure enough, a young man with steady steps, holding a spear, took two steps forward, rested the spear on the ground, and leaped into the air onto the stage.

Lin Feng laughed secretly, this kid is doing pole vaulting.

"Qin Fang from Yongcheng, please give me some advice."

The young man was tall, with long legs and arms, and was somewhat similar to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng nodded, moved the sword forward from behind his elbow, and made a sword flower in his hand.

Someone in the audience suddenly cheered loudly.

Lin Feng glanced helplessly at Li Xiong and the others, who were really just looking for trouble.

The young man in front of him had a solemn demeanor and looked like someone on the battlefield. He had the bearing of a great general and his skills must be quite good.

Qin Fang also nodded to Lin Feng, then shook the spear, the red tassel bloomed, and the nearly foot-long spear head had already pierced in front of Lin Feng.

Lin Feng had no choice but to take a step back.

Unexpectedly, the spear did not give in and continued to stab forward.

Lin Feng retreated three steps, but the sharp tip of the spear was never even half an inch away from his chest.

Just as Lin Feng retreated the fourth step, Qin Fang's mouth curled slightly and the spear suddenly accelerated.

Lin Feng only took half a step back, turned his body to avoid the gun tip, and turned again.

Like a spinning top, it spun three or four times along the gun barrel, so fast that it became a string of phantoms.

While the audience was in amazement, the two people on the stage stopped moving at the same time.

Lin Feng grabbed Qin Fang's gun with his left hand, and the tip of his knife in his right hand was already half an inch away from Qin Fang's throat.

After a moment of shock, Qin Fang nodded and smiled.

"Brother Lu is indeed very smart. Qin Fang lost."

After saying that, he jumped off the stage with his gun.

From then on, after burning a stick of incense, no one came on stage to challenge.

The host of the ring brought a tray of silver and looked at Lin Feng with a bright face.

"Master Lu, do you dare to challenge the second level?"

Everyone in the audience held their breath, waiting for Lin Feng's answer.

The champion of the second round is too mysterious and arrogant.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that he used the same move to defeat his opponent twice without even moving his hands.

This is the ultimate low-key arrogance.

The people in the audience were all experienced warriors, and they had never seen anyone who ignored his opponent so much.

However, the other person is very skilled, so he has to hold back his anger and wait for someone who can deal with him to appear.

Lin Feng glanced at the audience below, and saw countless pairs of eager eyes staring at him.

"That's what I want to learn."

"it is good!"

"Hero Lu is truly a hero."

"..."

Lin Feng's words immediately ignited the enthusiasm of the audience, and dozens or even hundreds of people shouted and cheered continuously.

The host of the ring also had a smile on his face.

"Okay, okay, okay, please welcome the champion to fight."

The moment the middle-aged man walked out of the house with his hands behind his back, the house became quiet.

Just like before, he stepped onto the ring neither hurriedly nor slowly, in step with everyone's heartbeat.

Lin Feng put the knife behind his elbow and carefully looked at the other person's expression.

The middle-aged man was in his forties and had many wrinkles on his face, especially on his forehead, which were stacked vertically and horizontally.

Just a pair of eyes, seemingly plain, but with a restrained brilliance.

"Zhuang Zailong."

This was the first time he announced his name; he didn't even say a word in the first two games.

"Lü Sihuai."

After Lin Feng finished speaking, the two began to confront each other, and the atmosphere gradually became solemn.

In the house with hundreds of people, there was complete silence, with only occasional heavy breathing.

Li Xiong quietly approached Li Donglai.

"Hey, Lao Li, do you think we can be the boss?"

Li Donglai was hit by the middle-aged man's arm and his face was still pale and he was having difficulty breathing.

"It's hard to say, that person's skills are too solid."

Bai Jing nervously grabbed Lin Qiaomei's arms with both hands, staring straight at the ring.

Lin Qiaomei felt her strength and patted the back of Bai Jing's hand.

"Don't worry, I have confidence in you."

Hu Jincai looked up at the ring and shook his head slightly.

"Boss, this is bad, that guy is too steady..."

Mu Bentian and Shu Hu, who were standing behind the attic window, stopped talking at this time.

Watching the two people on the ring quietly.

In the distance, two little girls leaning on the railing of a small building also opened their eyes wide and paid attention to the arena.

Wan'er couldn't help but ask, "Haiyun, who do you think is better, the one with the knife or the one with the gun?"

Haiyun smiled and said, "I think Sister Wan'er has chosen two."

Wan'er scratched Haiyun with her hands.

"You can only choose one, little girl, and I'll give you the other one."

"Bah, I don't want these reckless men who only know how to fight and kill."

"Oh, I forgot Miss Haiyun wants to find a well-educated and elegant gentleman."

"Sister wanted to find one too, but unfortunately there's no chance..."

The two were laughing and joking when a fight broke out on the ring.

Lin Feng, like the two people in front of him, took the initiative to draw his knife.

It's not that he can't stand the pressure, but the Pifengdao technique requires speed. After seizing the initiative, he doesn't give his opponent a chance to breathe.

The knife flashed and Zhuang Zailong no longer put his hands behind his back. He shook his body, dodged the knife, and rushed forward.

His combat intention was clear: get close to the opponent and defeat him with one strike.

What he didn't expect was that Lin Feng's knife was too fast. The first knife missed, but the second knife turned and swept sideways.

Zhuang Zailong's left arm hung down, and his right hand was still punching towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's knife hit Zhuang Zailong's arm, and it felt like hitting rotten leather, without the feeling of the knife cutting through flesh.

Zhuang Zailong's punch had already reached his chest.

Tongbiquan develops the body's flexibility. Lin Feng's chest brushed against the opponent's fist and he moved aside.

The long sword rises again, chopping the wind and chasing the lightning.

The two people's movements were so fast that people could no longer see clearly.

In just a moment, the two figures who were chasing and hitting each other suddenly separated and stood on each side of the ring.

Lin Feng's hand holding the long sword was shaking slightly, and his chest was heaving.

Zhuang Zailong still stood there steadily, calm and composed.

Everyone looked at them in surprise, not knowing who would win or lose.

There was a buzz of discussion in the audience.

"This Lu Huai, his name sounds familiar. I've never heard of such a master in our area."

"Well, it just popped up quite suddenly."

"I've never seen this Zhuang Zailong before."

"How impressive! If we were to go on stage, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to withstand even a single blow from them, right?"

"Who wins and who loses?"

"..."

Regardless of the noise in the audience, the two people on the stage looked at each other quietly.

After a while.

"Young man, you have excellent swordsmanship. Zhuang admires you."

Zhuang Zailong finally clasped his fists and spoke.

"Brother Zhuang's iron shirt puts me to shame."

Lin Feng also nodded and smiled.

Although it was only a moment, the two had already exchanged countless moves.

Lin Feng felt like he was facing a bronze-armored Tartar.

The Bronze-Armored Tartars relied on the armor on their bodies, but Zhuang Zailong's body was truly invulnerable to swords and spears.

"How about we just call it a day and not decide who wins?"

"Brother Zhuang, thank you for letting me win. If we continue, I will definitely lose."

Zhuang Zailong smiled and said, "Lü Sihuai, right? That name doesn't suit my skills."

Lin Feng understood that people knew his name was fake.

Of course, he didn't care how many people here used their real names.

Zhuang Zailong waved to the audience.

"Even though it's a draw, the reward still stands. Bring it up."

Immediately someone ran up to the stage with a plate of gold.

Lin Feng bowed and said, "Brother Zhuang, since there is no winner, how dare I take this reward? Please take it back."

"I don't know how many years it has been, but I have finally met my match again. Fortunately, the reward is well deserved."

Lin Fengjian refused to accept it.

Zhuang Zailong had no choice but to move closer to Lin Feng.

"Brother, we will discuss this in detail later. Please take this gold."

Lin Feng wanted to know the inside story of Mu Honda, so he reached out and took the golden plate.

The two men smiled at each other and stepped down from the stage.

However, when Zhuang Zailong came closer, Lin Feng could vaguely see it.

His clothes were cut in several places.