Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1227 I'll Leave You a Whole Corpse

Judging from the frequency of the broken sword's vibrations and the information it conveys, the approaching cultivator has not yet reached the level of Tsuruta Gen and others.

This person should be above Kuroda Shi or Yang Haoran, meaning that he is somewhere between a mid-level and a high-level cultivator in the hidden sect.

Lin Feng also marveled at the Broken Sword's abilities; the clarity with which it conveyed consciousness was becoming increasingly higher.

This is definitely related to the fact that it absorbed enough energy, and its body underwent some repair.

Just as Lin Feng swallowed his third piece of meat, footsteps sounded in the courtyard outside the door.

There was no awareness of spreading the message; they simply waited quietly.

A moment later, an old man stepped into the house. His hair and beard were gray, and his face was thin but resolute, with lines as sharp as if carved by a knife.

His eyes were bright, his body was taut, and every step he took was steady.

The old man was accompanied by a woman who was glaring fiercely at Lin Feng.

From the courtyard gate to the house door, following Pei Qiyin's orders, no one stopped the two, allowing them to easily walk into the command post.

Lin Feng was somewhat surprised; the woman was none other than Atsumi Akiyama, who was imprisoned in the Fu Ning City jail.

Looking at the old man again, his face is somewhat similar to that of Atsumi Akiyama, so it can be concluded that the two are close relatives.

"You are Lin Feng?"

Lin Feng nodded: "You are...?"

The old man said proudly, "Atsumi Yukinosuke, this is my daughter."

Lin Feng understood. The old man had finally come to rescue his daughter. Considering how much time had passed, the father-daughter relationship between them wasn't particularly deep.

"Since you didn't kill my daughter, I won't go too far..."

Atsumi Akiyama called out anxiously, "Dad..."

Atsumi Konosuke raised his hand to stop her from continuing.

"I will leave you a complete corpse, so that your soul may rest in peace, and remember not to provoke those you shouldn't in your next life."

Lin Feng put down his chopsticks and let out a breath.

"In battle between two armies, casualties are inevitable. You are breaking the rules of the sect."

Atsumi Konosuke looked Lin Feng up and down a few times.

"Don't think I can't see that you are also a cultivator and have already broken the rules."

“I didn’t lay a hand on you, and I didn’t kidnap your daughter.”

"Don't worry, I will only kill you; I won't touch the others."

"Which sect are you a disciple of?"

Atsumi Konosuke glanced around and gave an irrelevant answer.

"Will you come out of the city with me, or will you die with resentment in front of your men?"

From the other person's words and expression, Lin Feng had already judged that this person was a well-behaved disciple of a reclusive sect, seemingly having severed all worldly ties, yet still harboring a trace of concern for his family in his heart.

He abides by the sect's rules and does not abuse his abilities; he is aloof and arrogant.

Lin Feng stood up: "Alright, let's go out of the city and find a place with good feng shui to talk."

Atsumi Konosuke gave a cold laugh, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

He wasn't afraid that Lin Feng wouldn't follow him; in his mind, Lin Feng couldn't escape his pursuit.

Lin Feng went out, waved to signal all the guards to stay where they were, then stepped out of the courtyard gate, turned into an alley, and then jumped onto the roof. He followed the two dark figures in front of him and ran towards the outskirts of the city.

Soon, they crossed the city wall and entered a wilderness.

The moonlight was bright, and the earth appeared pale.

Atsumi Konosuke stopped and turned to stare at Lin Feng.

"Don't be happy. One man's death can save the entire army. Tomorrow, this place will become the territory of the Great Harmony Nation."

Lin Feng laughed and said, "The Zhenxi Army is not so easily defeated. Let's make some other plans for your Dahe nation."

Atsumi Akiyama gritted his teeth and shouted, "No matter what the ending is, you won't see it. Just die in peace."

Lin Feng shook his head: "Where do you get your fighting spirit from, you defeated general?"

“You are despicable. As a cultivator, you participate in worldly wars. Even if you win, it is not honorable.”

"I defeated you fair and square with my army. What does that have to do with my status as a cultivator?"

"Don't tell me you didn't secretly gather our military intelligence."

"If I had that kind of time, I would have taken your head long ago."

"You are..."

Atsumi Konosuke quickly interrupted their argument.

"Alright, go to hell."

Before he finished speaking, he leaped into the air, swift as a hawk, and pounced on Lin Feng.

His speed was still far inferior to that of Tsuruta Gen and Oni-maki Shingo; at least Lin Feng could clearly see his body's movements in mid-air.

The straight sword at his waist was drawn swiftly, and in a flash of cold light, it slashed horizontally at Atsumi Yukinosuke's foot.

Both were moving very fast. The straight blade collided with the foot that was kicking towards its face, and then they separated.

Atsumi Konosuke's expression suddenly turned serious. He felt a heat in his feet, as if the soles of his shoes had been slashed by the other party with a knife.

"Kid, you've got some skills."

"Father, that's my knife."

Atsumi Akiyama shouted from the side.

Lin Feng laughed and said, "It's mine now."

"shameless."

Atsumi Akiyama said angrily.

Without further hesitation, Atsumi Konosuke rose again with unparalleled speed.

This time, he used both fists, constantly changing direction, making it difficult for Lin Feng's straight sword to accurately block.

A cultivator at this level was naturally no challenge for Lin Feng. He swung his straight sword with his left hand and quickly grabbed the revolver with his right. At this distance, there was no need to aim; he simply raised the barrel and pulled the trigger.

Atsumi Konosuke, who was charging forward fiercely, felt a wave of intense heat wash over him and quickly stopped his attack, retreating backward.

Unfortunately, he couldn't dodge the iron pellets that were shooting at him head-on, so he had to use his inner energy to protect himself and take the hit.

It felt like being violently struck on the face and chest by sand and gravel, a hot sensation mixed with pain.

Before he could even react, Lin Feng's straight blade came slashing down.

Atsumi Konosuke raised his arm to block the straight sword.

Although the straight blade couldn't pierce his skin, the internal energy contained within it caused his arm excruciating pain, as if it were about to break.

He regretted that he had been too arrogant and hadn't brought any weapons.

A sharp straight sword is a high-end item. In the hands of an ordinary martial artist, it would naturally be unable to cause any harm. However, in Lin Feng's hands, its power is on a completely different level.

Having just survived a sword and a gunshot, Atsumi Konosuke steadied himself as he retreated.

They were about to launch another attack when the roaring sound rang out again, and the heat wave hit their faces once more.

With no other option, Atsumi Konosuke crossed his arms and held them in front of his face.

Although the iron shot cannot injure it, being hit in the face by iron shot is really unpleasant and doesn't look good either.

Just as he blocked the gunshot with his arms, Lin Feng's straight knife slashed down on his head.

This time he couldn't block it. The steel blade was right in front of him, causing Atsumi Konosuke's brain to go blank, his vision to see stars, and the world to spin.

The straight blade failed to pierce his scalp, but the immense force of the blow left him dizzy and disoriented.

His hair bun was also cut open with a straight knife, and his gray hair fell down, making him look extremely disheveled.

Having gained the upper hand, Lin Feng was not about to stop. He swung his straight blade, unleashing his Wind-Splitting Blade Technique, each strike more ferocious and faster than the last.

He mentally stopped the broken sword from its eagerness to attack and launched a swift attack on Atsumi Yukinosuke entirely on his own.