Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1107 1 Slap

The next moment, Lin Feng appeared in the dungeon in the backyard of the Duan family mansion.

He reached out and snapped the iron chains on the wooden fence, opened the cell door, and went inside to remove the shackles from Song Chen and Xu Qi.

However, the two lay limply on the ground, unable to get up.

Lin Feng scanned them and found that both of them had several broken bones that needed to be set.

Fortunately, Lin Feng had a strong will and used his true energy to set the two people's broken bones back together, and then used the split wooden shackles to fix them in place.

When Song Chen woke up, even this strong man shed tears, his voice choked with sobs.

"Mr. Muchuan, thank you so much for saving my life. I, Song Chen, have no way to repay you..."

Lin Feng interrupted him.

"Take good care of yourself; we'll need you to do the work in the future."

"If I dare disobey your orders and die for you, I, Song Chen, will commit suicide here."

Xu Qi also regained consciousness at this time. Seeing Lin Feng treating them, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

He was young and couldn't withstand such torment psychologically, causing him to have an emotional breakdown.

Lin Feng didn't comfort him, saying that with more painful experiences, one's willpower would become stronger.

In the next cell was Duan Jingqiu's guard captain, who had also been beaten, presumably because of his loyalty to Duan Jingqiu.

After releasing the three, Lin Feng got up and left the cell.

This alerted the guards watching the prison, and amidst the shouts, many guards rushed over from all directions.

Dozens of guards, armed with knives, spears, and clubs, menacingly surrounded them, but upon seeing a frail young man in a long robe, they felt reassured.

Several burly men who had arrived ahead of them swung their wooden sticks and began to smash the blows over the head and face.

Unexpectedly, while the wooden stick was still in mid-air, his body flew up, skimmed through the air, and crashed into the group of guards, knocking over several men.

Not satisfied, Lin Feng reached out and snatched the steel knife that was slashing at him from the side. With a backhand motion, he severed the neck of a man, and the huge head flew up, spraying blood, before falling into the crowd.

The crowd was so startled that they scattered to the side, speechless with astonishment.

Lin Feng did not stop, knowing that killing one person like this would not deter them.

With another swing of his steel blade, he hacked down several men in front of him, one after another.

The blood on the ground stained the bluestone, leaving the guards, who had never seen blood before, speechless and afraid to rush forward.

Lin Feng deliberately slowed down, letting his steel blade whistle as it slashed at the human body, producing the sound of a dull knife chopping flesh. Just hearing that sound, without even looking, was enough to send chills down one's spine.

Suddenly, someone shouted, threw down their weapon, and ran away.

One person ran away, and the rest of the people followed suit and fled in all directions.

Lin Feng was fast and kicked over seven or eight men in succession, leaving them unable to get up for a while.

The commotion in the backyard was so great that it alerted Master Duan, who was still discussing matters in his study. He immediately ordered the steward to bring the guards and rush to the backyard.

The two met in a long corridor.

Lin Feng walked in front, followed by several burly men, carrying Wooden Face, Song Chen, Xu Qi, and the guard captain on their backs.

Lin Feng, carrying a blood-stained steel knife, strolled forward. Several guards who rushed up to try and impress their master were beheaded in succession, shocking the other guards.

Lin Feng walked forward, and dozens of guards retreated. The steward shouted repeatedly, but no one listened to him.

These guards, chosen from among the common people, had never witnessed such a bloody scene before, and they trembled as they hid behind others.

There were also some fierce ones, whom Master Duan had recruited from wandering knights of the martial arts world. They had some martial arts skills and were therefore much bolder.

However, compared to Lin Feng, he was far inferior. He had just rushed up and hadn't even unleashed his spear when Lin Feng beheaded him with a single stroke, leaving him covered in blood.

After several rounds of fighting, no one dared to take another step forward until they retreated to the central courtyard and stopped in a spacious courtyard.

A large number of people were already standing there. Lin Feng estimated that there were over a hundred men carrying weapons, with Duan Erye, whose face was dark, standing in the middle.

And there was also Lu Fang, the advisor, standing to one side.

Upon hearing that no one could stop them, Master Duan personally summoned all his elite guards to rush here and prepare to intercept the thugs.

To Lu Fang's surprise, the young man carrying the steel knife was none other than the terrifying Mr. Mu Chuan.

He immediately whispered the matter to Master Duan.

Despite the alarm, Second Master Duan remained calm and secretly signaled someone to report to his father, Duan Tianpeng, the patriarch of the Duan family.

Meanwhile, a few other men were sent to a corner of the Duan residence to capture Duan Jingqiu.

Hundreds of servants and guards surrounded half a circle, with Duan Enji, the head of the Duan family and a middle-aged man known in the martial arts world as Second Master Duan, standing in the center.

He exuded an imposing and majestic aura, his back straight, his face gloomy, staring intently at Lin Feng, who had walked seven or eight steps ahead.

Lu Fang noticed the bloodstains on the steel knife in Lin Feng's hand and knew that he had injured someone, which made him feel uneasy.

The thought that the cultivator he had invited down from Mount Tian might have been killed by this person sent chills down his spine. He wondered if this incident would affect him.

Master Duan stepped forward and bowed to Lin Feng.

"The person opposite us is Mr. Mu Chuan. I wonder how the Duan family has offended you, to the point that you have turned hostile and drawn your sword?"

Lin Feng sneered and pointed to the side, where three guards were carrying a wooden-faced man on their backs.

"Second Master Duan, is that right? You really don't know why I've come here?"

Master Duan said in a deep voice, "These individuals obstructed the Duan family from enforcing family rules. Sincere advice was given, but they refused to listen. Left with no other choice, we imposed a slight punishment to set an example for the Duan family..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Feng waved his hand.

Master Duan felt a burning sensation on his right cheek, heard a sharp crack in his ear, and was sent flying to the left by the slap.

Fortunately, a guard was quick and nimble and caught him.

Duan Erye's right cheek immediately swelled up, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it, you think I'm giving you face? Lu Fang, can you relay my words to him?"

Lin Feng started shouting and cursing.

The slap, accompanied by a crisp sound, left the guards stunned into silence.

What was happening before their eyes seemed unreal. The Second Master Duan, who was famous throughout Luocheng and even known to everyone in the Dazheng court, had actually been slapped away.

Normally, these servants and guards would tremble with fear and trepidation when they saw Master Duan, afraid that they might inadvertently displease him.

Such a powerful and authoritative figure in the Duan family, in Luocheng, and in the Dazheng era, with an imposing presence, was slapped across the face by a guy who wasn't even thirty years old...

Everyone present found it unacceptable, including Song Chen and Xu Qi.

They were almost beaten to death because they robbed Duan Sanniang. If it weren't for various reasons, they would probably have been torn to pieces in prison long ago.

They both knew that Master Duan was ruthless; with that slap, they were essentially putting their lives on Lin Feng's shoulders.

If Mr. Muchuan in front of them couldn't withstand Master Duan's wrath, they would be chopped into mincemeat by the surrounding guards.

No one dared to disrespect Master Duan. Even the Grand Chancellor Miao Changfeng was very friendly and courteous when he came to the Duan residence.

Master Duan himself couldn't bear it; it wasn't just that his face hurt, it was that he had lost all face.

Anyone would feel humiliated if they were slapped in public.