Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1119 Slapping Face with a Sword Sheath

Chu San glanced at Lin Feng, who was carrying a knife, and licked his lips.

"The food is all ready, but... but..."

The chubby man kicked out, yelling, "Speak up, you motherfucker! It's just a load of bull!"

He was also anxious. This deputy captain surnamed Mu was obviously not someone to be trifled with. If he couldn't explain himself clearly, he might end up taking the blame for someone else.

"Sir, the food I left has all been taken..."

Who took it?

Lin Feng's attendants understood and immediately pressed for answers.

"They said...they said Deputy Captain Chen needed them, and we originally wanted to make an extra set, but...but..."

Lin Feng frowned: "Chen Dongping?"

"...yes."

Chu San hesitated before agreeing; they were all powerful figures, and he couldn't afford to offend any of them.

Lin Feng turned and walked out, and his two attendants quickly followed.

Only the chubby man, clutching his bleeding shoulder, remained in the room, dazed and unsure of what to do.

Did I just get stabbed for nothing?

That won't do. To be in charge of the meals for the Prime Minister and his entourage, one must have the Prime Minister's utmost trust.

Who would dare put you in charge of the meals if you weren't someone they trusted most?

Therefore, this was no ordinary cut; it was an insult, a cut that rubbed his face into the ground.

The plump, fair-skinned manager, Hu, pushed aside the old woman who rushed in to stop his bleeding and treat his wounds, and forcefully smeared blood all over his body.

Then, crying loudly, he strode out of the room and staggered towards the Prime Minister's residence, leaving a trail of wailing in his wake.

Led by two attendants, Lin Feng made his way through the maze to the residence of Chen Dongping, the deputy captain of the guard team.

Before you is a moon gate. Looking through the gate, you see artificial hills and flowing water, lush flowers and plants, making you feel instantly refreshed.

Thinking about the place I arranged for myself, all that's left is that it's clean and tidy; there's nothing else to decorate it with.

It's probably just a slightly more upscale servants' quarters.

In the courtyard inside the moon gate, there was an open space. Vice Captain Chen Dongping was already standing there, dressed in a neat short outfit, holding a steel knife in his hand, calmly looking at Lin Feng and the other two.

A number of guards stood around the open space, all looking at the three people who walked in with mocking and disdainful expressions.

One of Lin Feng's attendants whispered, "Sir, they planned this all along."

Lin Feng said calmly, "Do you need to tell me?"

The three walked into the open space and saw a stone table with some food on it.

Chen Dongping raised his chin: "Mu Chuan, once you get past me, you can eat as much food as you want, and drink as much as you like."

Before Lin Feng could speak, someone shouted loudly.

"If you can't get past Lord Chen, you'll have to crawl out on an empty stomach."

His words immediately drew laughter from the crowd.

"If you can't pass the test, you won't have the face to continue being the vice-captain, right?"

Some people even joked about it.

"Not to mention the vice-captain, even the team members are ashamed to be in this position."

"Wouldn't that mean you've even lost your livelihood?"

"It's better to lose your job than to lose face in front of your brothers."

A dozen or so people laughed and talked amongst themselves.

Suddenly someone shouted, "I bet a hundred taels of silver that he can't withstand three blows from Lord Chen."

"Judging from his physique, even a single cut would be difficult to inflict."

"Lord Chen should at least save some face. I think San Dao is bound to lose."

These people had a lot of confidence in Chen Dongping, probably because they practiced swordsmanship together regularly and knew each other well.

Chen Dongping waved his hand, and the room fell silent.

"Kikawa, draw your sword. I won't bully you. I'm hungry, so I'll let you have three strikes first."

His gaze swept over the two attendants beside Lin Feng, who were immediately frightened and retreated, bowing their heads and remaining silent.

Within the residential area, there was a two-story building. In the main hall on the second floor, Prime Minister Miao Changfeng was sitting on a reclining chair with tea, fruit, and other items laid out in front of him.

Miao Yong stood in front of the hall, craning his neck to look at the scene in the front yard.

"Uncle, you invited Mu Chuan here. It's not right to let Dong Ping drive him away like this, is it?"

Miao Changfeng picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

How do you know that Kikawa will lose?

Miao Yong laughed and said, "I know Chen Dongping's skills very well. If he were in the army, he could be a fierce general who is the bravest in the army. If he were in the martial arts world, he could be a powerful and influential figure who is famous all over the world."

"Hehe, how could your uncle's judgment be wrong? This Mu Chuan is not simple. Don't be fooled by the current appearance."

Miao Changfeng said slowly and deliberately.

Miao Yong frowned and examined it closely, but after a moment he shook his head.

"There's nothing unusual about him at all; he's just a frail young master who probably can't withstand a single blow from Dongping."

Miao Changfeng picked up a fruit, put it in his mouth, and squinted his eyes.

"Dongping is too arrogant and looks down on others. It's good that he learned a lesson."

"Uncle, are you so sure?"

The fruit in Miao Changfeng's mouth was a bit sour and astringent, and his face wrinkled.

"This Mu Chuan must have some background, but I haven't seen through him yet. His aura is beyond that of ordinary people. Mu Chuan... why would he use such a fake name?"

"Huh? Uncle, is Kikawa a pseudonym?"

"Hehe, what else?"

Miao Yong wanted to ask something more, but suddenly stopped.

"Let's get started."

In the open space of the small garden, Lin Feng strode forward, holding a sheathed steel knife in his hand, his steady steps approaching Chen Dongping.

Chen Dongping looked relaxed, twirling the steel knife in his hand, which gleamed with a light, showing great skill.

"You'd better pull out your knife, or you'll miss your chance."

Lin Feng remained silent until the two were within three steps of each other before he spoke up.

"Go prepare some fine wine for me..."

Before he finished speaking, the sheathed steel knife was swung up, passing through Chen Dongping's barrage of blades and striking him directly in the face.

For some reason, Lin Feng developed a liking for slapping people's faces with the scabbard of his sword, a move he used with great ease.

This move is so powerful that there's little risk of injury or death; both the sound and the impact of the strike demonstrate Lin Feng's exceptional skill.

Therefore, Lin Feng liked it very much, and that feeling brought him some satisfaction.

Chen Dongping's steel blade was so tight and impenetrable that water couldn't penetrate it. In his fighting career, no one had ever been able to break through this defense.

To everyone's surprise, the steel sword that was still in its sheath encountered no resistance and smashed straight into the barrage of swords.

A crisp "smack" rang out in the arena.

The flat surface of the scabbard slammed into Chen Dongping's face.

Chen Dongping's body instantly fell forward, rolled once on the ground, and landed under the stone table five steps away.

Just as everyone in the arena was about to cheer loudly, their shouts were instantly caught in their throats, their necks stretched out like chickens being strangled.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Lin Feng strode to the stone table, sat down on a stone bench, and carefully examined the food laid out.

"Ugh, it's all cold. Can someone heat it up for me? My stomach can't handle eating this."

That's such a show-off, you have no choice but to put up with it.

After their initial surprise, the two attendants standing outside the open space quickly ran over.

"Sir, I'll go heat up your food. Please wait a moment."

The food box was right next to them, and the two of them quickly prepared the food.