Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1053 On the Verge of Death

If it weren't for the broken sword blocking his way, Lin Feng would probably have already stopped breathing by now.

From his own mind, Lin Feng also sensed the predicament of the broken sword. Gone was its previous arrogance and inflated excitement; what was transmitted to Lin Feng's heart was a sense of fear and caution.

Lin Feng simply closed his eyes and focused his mind, letting life and death be what they wanted, and tried to sense where Tsuruta Gen's next attack would come from.

Which part of the body will it hit?

For a short time, Lin Feng's consciousness still couldn't keep up with Tsuruta Gen's movement speed. The broken sword managed to block the increasingly fierce attacks before his consciousness could react.

Lin Feng had already coughed up countless mouthfuls of blood. Did this Tsuruta Gen want him to die from vomiting blood?

Or is it intentional, to return the bloodshed he committed?

I felt like a broken sandbag, being kicked and punched around, looking utterly pathetic.

In fact, Tsuruta Gen was even more astonished, as he was already among the top tier of people in the hidden sects.

Under his attacks, almost no living creatures remain in this world.

Such a strange thing appeared before him; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the young man's heartbeat.

Tsuruta Gen regretted not bringing a weapon.

Of course, after so many years, the concept of weapons had long since disappeared from his mind; his own body was the weapon, an unstoppable weapon.

No, now there are people who can stop them.

Tsuruta Gen, in a fit of rage, had long forgotten his identity, the occasion, the soldiers' astonishment, and the eyes watching from the shadows.

If this scourge is not eliminated, the Tsuruta family will never have peace.

Therefore, Tsuruta Gen cannot stop. He cannot stop until Lin Feng is dead. Losing face is a minor matter; leaving such a formidable enemy is a huge and extremely dangerous threat to the family and the sect.

Lin Feng's consciousness was gradually becoming blurred. Despite the broken sword blocking most of the power of such a powerful attack, his weak body still could not withstand the huge impact of the opponent.

After spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, his body, suspended in mid-air, was limp and powerless. He had given up struggling and was relying entirely on the broken sword's own will to resist the opponent's attacks.

Lin Feng didn't know that if he took a few more blows, his consciousness might sink into darkness and he would never wake up again.

Countless torches burned all around, and thousands of soldiers stood in a circle at a distance, quietly watching the strange scene unfold.

It seemed that only Lin Feng, the guy who was so imposing and ruthless just moments before, was flying around in mid-air with a series of thuds.

Other than that, nothing was clear, and no one knew why Lin Feng was flying around.

Further away, many pairs of eyes were also watching the situation closely.

Tsuruta Cho bit her lower lip with her snow-white teeth, her bright black eyes darting around, trying to find her father's figure.

Unfortunately, her gaze couldn't keep up with her father's speed of movement.

Rong Rong appeared on a rooftop. He stared blankly ahead at Lin Feng, who was flying in the air. His brows were furrowed, but he was helpless.

He didn't know whether he should tell his master about the situation, since he knew he couldn't save this young man named Mu Chuan.

However, he admired Mu Chuan for enduring so long.

If it were me, I probably wouldn't have been able to withstand even half of the blow.

Seeing the opponent's strength, it's likely that no one in this world, besides his master, can save Mu Chuan.

But his master was still meditating in the cabin with his eyes closed, completely ignoring the disputes of the secular world.

Of course, the battle before us is not a worldly conflict, but rather a covert struggle between hidden sects.

Although this fight was fought openly, it can only be described as a covert struggle.

Lin Feng couldn't take it anymore. He felt extremely tired and sleepy. He couldn't keep his eyes open, and he felt an urge in his chest and abdomen, but he was too weak to vomit.

In his mind, the broken sword was also listless, and its movement speed began to slow down.

Perhaps, the next blow will end my life.

It turned out that he was still far from being good enough. Relying on the broken sword, Lin Feng originally thought that he could secretly test his skills against the higher-ups of the hidden sects.

To my surprise, it was still so far off.

This water is too deep.

Damn, I'm going to die.

A sense of inexplicable crisis loomed over Lin Feng. He knew that this white-browed old man's sudden attack might just be the one that ended his life.

The air was compressed to its limit, and his body seemed to be trapped in the air, unable to dodge at all, and he had no time to dodge.

The pressure suddenly increased, and the broken sword limply fell towards the dantian.

With a loud "bang," the explosion exploded in his ears, and Lin Feng felt a sudden release as he collapsed to the ground.

He exhaled, and the restraints around him vanished instantly. Every part of his body felt uncomfortable, and a warm current flowed from the corner of his mouth down his neck.

Am I dead?

It seems not; the broken sword is pressed against the dantian, as if energy is slowly being inputted.

It barely managed to maintain the low-energy functioning of its body.

Regardless of the outside world, Lin Feng closed his eyes and circulated his true energy within his body, guiding that energy to replenish the enormous energy consumed within his body.

Tsuruta Gen coldly stared at the old man standing in front of him.

With a kind face, hands tucked into his sleeves, he was thin but stood firmly.

Anyone who could withstand his attack must be no nobody. Tsuruta Gen quickly guessed the identity of the old man opposite him.

The person who dared to save him and oppose him must be from Kunyu Mountain. And on Kunyu Mountain, there are only two people who can rival him.

Since the sect leader cannot easily descend the mountain, there must be only one.

"Ye Haishan?"

"Hehe, Senior Brother Tsuruta Gen."

It's only natural for reclusive sects to address each other as fellow disciples; all sects under heaven are one family, it's just a facade.

Tsuruta Gen was quite exhausted. Despite his relaxed demeanor, he used a ruthless attack when he attacked Lin Feng.

As a result, although Lin Feng is barely alive, he is not quite dead yet, which greatly annoys Tsuruta Gen.

It's also very embarrassing.

How could Tsuruta Gen's face be so utterly humiliated that a junior from Kunyu Mountain could not be killed?

"Ye Haishan, what kind of treasure did you give to this kid?"

Ye Haishan tucked his hands into his pockets, a smile on his face.

"I wonder what kind of treasure you are talking about, Senior Brother?"

Seeing that he wouldn't admit it, Tsuruta Gen didn't press the matter. Given the current situation, if Ye Haishan didn't leave, Lin Feng, who was standing behind him, probably wouldn't be able to kill him anytime soon.

A moment of silence fell over the room. Tsuruta Gen didn't leave, and Ye Haishan didn't move either.

Both of them were waiting.

Perhaps they are waiting for Lin Feng to die, or perhaps he can still survive.

Of course, most of them were waiting for Lin Feng to die.

Because the two of them could tell from their feelings that Lin Feng's injuries were very serious and he probably wouldn't last much longer.

Ye Haishan regretted that he should have come sooner.

However, while meditating with his eyes closed in the cabin, he did not sense any powerful figures within the city.

The experts he was referring to were those at the highest levels of various hidden sects.

Judging from the current situation, those high-level cultivators will rarely leave the mountain.

Ye Haishan came down the mountain to find Shufeng Pavilion at the request of the sect leader. He also needed to wander in the mortal world, otherwise, he would be lost and unable to find a way out.