Chapter 87: One, Five!
The dagger shattered, its fragments scattering through the air.
"What?"
Everyone who saw this was stunned. They stared at Lin Feng, their eyes wide and nearly bulging from their sockets.
It all happened so fast that they couldn't even clearly see what had transpired.
How could the dagger have shattered? And the silver needle was somehow embedded in the wall!
"Unbelievable… His power… he really is an Innate Martial Artist! But how can he be so young?"
A middle-aged man, himself a Peak Postnatal Martial Artist, stared at Lin Feng in shock. The scene that had just unfolded made him realize he could never accomplish such a feat. The only explanation was that Lin Feng was far more powerful than him!
"Brothers, prepare to attack together. Is this kid's strength really what the intel said it was?"
The middle-aged man who had wielded the dagger wore a grim expression, his eyes locked on Lin Feng.
"Heh," Lin Feng smiled faintly. "Just you lot of worthless trash?"
"Arrogant bastard! I'll kill you first!"
The middle-aged man roared, his body flashing as he charged at Lin Feng. He brandished a new dagger he'd pulled from his waist, whipping it through the air with such force that it created a piercing whistle.
"TING!"
With a clash of metal, the two were locked in combat in the blink of an eye.
His assault was ferocious, each strike packed with explosive power.
"CLANG!"
Lin Feng's right arm suddenly tensed. With a whip of his elbow, he slammed it down hard on his opponent's dagger. The impact sent the weapon flying from the man's grasp, where it embedded itself in a nearby stone pillar.
"BAM!"
Seizing the man's moment of distraction, Lin Feng shot out a kick, landing it squarely on his abdomen and sending him flying sideways.
Coughing up a mouthful of blood, the middle-aged man's face turned deathly pale. He clutched his stomach and struggled back to his feet, staring at Lin Feng in utter horror.
"You… you were hiding your strength?!"
"Why would I tell you?"
Lin Feng snorted coldly. In a flicker, he disappeared and charged forward again, kicking the man squarely in the chest.
"THUD."
With a dull thud, the middle-aged man shot backward like a cannonball and slammed hard onto the ground. He twitched a few times before passing out cold.
This all happened in a flash. The dagger-wielding Peak Postnatal Martial Artist was defeated by Lin Feng in a single exchange before he could even process what was happening. Such power was completely beyond anyone's expectations.
"All of you, come at me together. It'll save time."
Lin Feng stood his ground, looking indifferently at the six remaining Peak Postnatal Martial Artists with an expression of pure contempt.
'This bunch of trash isn't even worth my serious effort.'
"You're courting death."
The six Peak Postnatal Martial Artists were thoroughly enraged. Without a word, they all charged forward at once.
Lin Feng's strength was indeed extraordinary, but they had no reason to back down. After all, it was seven against one. If they lost this, they would be utterly humiliated.
"SWISH SWISH SWISH…"
In an instant, cold light glinted all around Lin Feng as five daggers simultaneously slashed toward him.
Lin Feng's expression was perfectly calm. He slowly raised a hand and casually swatted forward.
"BANG!"
A series of dull thuds echoed.
"THUD!"
The five Peak Postnatal Martial Artists all coughed up blood as they were thrown to the ground. Each one was pale, their eyes filled with terror.
"No… impossible… I'm at the Peak of Postnatal Realm. How could I be defeated so easily?"
One of the Peak Postnatal Martial Artists struggled to his feet, staring at Lin Feng with terror in his eyes as he spoke with a trembling voice.
"I'd advise you not to move. Otherwise, I don't mind making you lie here forever."
Lin Feng spoke lightly, but his voice was filled with a chilling killing intent that instantly scared them into silence. They didn't even dare to breathe.
"What do you want?"
The Peak Postnatal Martial Artist asked through gritted teeth, but then he faltered.
Because he discovered a silver short sword was pressed against his neck—the very one Lin Feng had just used to fend off his attack.
He wasn't an idiot. If Lin Feng was bold enough to threaten them with this weapon, it meant he was completely confident he could kill them all. This was undeniable, as Lin Feng made no effort to conceal the cold, sharp glint of the blade.
"I don't want anything."
Lin Feng shook his head. He knew these people were merely the vanguard sent by the Wang Family to die.
That was precisely why Lin Feng hadn't even bothered to use his own Yellow-Grade Dagger. After all, he took no pleasure in crushing weaklings.
"You… just how strong are you? I'm warning you, let us go now. Otherwise, your family will definitely pay the price!"
Seeing that Lin Feng didn't seem to intend to kill them, the men breathed an inward sigh of relief. However, they didn't lower their guard; on the contrary, they became even more vigilant.
After all, their mission was to kill Lin Feng, but that was clearly impossible now. Lin Feng must have figured out who sent them, which made his current attitude all the more strange.
"My strength is irrelevant. I wasn't originally planning to take your lives… but you dare threaten me with the people I care about?"
Lin Feng's gaze turned glacial as he looked at them.
Hearing this, their hearts sank. 'This is bad,' they thought. It seemed they had picked a fight with the wrong person today.
"Sir, we have no prior grudge. Why must we fight to the death?"
The Peak Postnatal Martial Artist took a deep breath, suppressing his intense pain. He cupped his hands in a fist-and-palm salute and said, "If you let us go, I guarantee that from this day forward, we will never be your enemies again. What do you say?"
"No. You've done wrong, and for that, you must pay the price."
Lin Feng's eyes were ice-cold.
Just then, another Peak Postnatal Martial Artist suddenly shouted, "Brothers, he won't let us leave! Let's risk it all and fight him!"
"Yeah, let's fight him to the death!"
"Kill him!"
In that moment, the five remaining Peak Postnatal Martial Artists could no longer suppress their rage and fear, and they threw themselves at Lin Feng in a frenzy.
"Since you're so determined to die, I'll grant your wish!"
A detached smile touched the corners of Lin Feng's lips. He slowly raised his hands as a powerful surge of Inner Strength flooded his body. Then, he brought his hands together into a strange gesture.
"WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!"
Dozens of silver needles shot out, instantly piercing the bodies of two of the Martial Artists. They dropped dead on the spot, twitching a few times before falling still, all signs of life gone.
Seeing this, the remaining three Peak Postnatal Martial Artists all froze in place. Beads of sweat broke out on their foreheads, and their eyes were wide with terror.
Their companions had died in an instant. This terrifying power filled them with fear.
"Now, do you still want to take my life?"
Lin Feng asked coolly.