Chapter 94: Greed
"I'll talk! I'll talk..."
Nearly suffocating, Li Er finally broke and cried out loudly.
At his words, Lin Feng released his grip on Li Er's neck. Feeling as if he'd been given a new lease on life, Li Er greedily gasped for air, his eyes locked on Lin Feng.
Lin Feng stood there silently, watching Li Er with his arms crossed. His eyes were perfectly calm, yet they held an overwhelming killing intent.
Li Er was now drenched in sweat. Gasping for breath, he looked at Lin Feng and asked, "What do you want to know?"
Lin Feng looked at Li Er and said, "I want to know the Wang Family's every move, especially their recent plans."
Li Er caught his breath, nodded, and said, "This plan is simple: to surround and annihilate you."
"Is that all?"
Lin Feng asked coldly, a sneer touching his lips.
'If their plan is really that simple, they're seriously underestimating me.'
'Or do they think they can just find some random Innate Martial Artist to take me down?'
"The mastermind of this operation is Wang Zeping. There are three accomplices, all Innate Martial Artists. I'm one of them."
After speaking, Li Er lowered his head. He just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.
Lin Feng fell silent for a moment before asking Li Er a few more questions. When he asked who their contact was, Li Er stammered and refused to answer. Lin Feng could only shake his head in resignation.
CRACK!
Suddenly, Lin Feng slammed a palm into Li Er's head. Li Er's eyes went wide, and his entire skull exploded, splattering red and white all over the ground.
"I may not have gotten much information, but I'm a man of my word. I said I'd make it quick."
Wiping the blood from his hands on Li Er's clothes, Lin Feng slowly stood up and walked out of the manor.
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless one.
Lin Feng walked out of the villa. He looked up at the bright moon and sighed; this whole affair wasn't so simple.
'Although I've never heard of a minor family like the Wang Family, the fact that they're connected to a hidden sect proves their power is on a different level than ordinary secular families.'
"The Wang Family?"
Lin Feng muttered, an inscrutable light flickering in his eyes.
'Since the Wang Family is colluding with a hidden sect, this is going to be trouble.'
'After all, for them to resort to assassination, they must have a detailed and meticulous plan. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent an Innate Martial Artist straight to my manor.'
'This approach means one of two things. Either they're overconfident and think I can't stop them...'
'...or they're utter morons with a deluded sense of their own strength.'
But the problem now was that even though he had unlocked part of his spiritual soul through the Supreme Profound Medical Scripture, he still couldn't unleash his full combat strength.
He had only just recovered to the Early Stage of the Innate realm, a far cry from his former power.
'Just like flies. Annoying and pointless.'
Lin Feng stretched, toying with the Yellow-Grade Dagger in his hand. 'This situation might be even trickier than the last one.'
With this in mind, Lin Feng headed straight for the southern part of the city. That was where Wang Tianlin's men had discovered Wang Zeping was currently staying.
'Since this confrontation is unavoidable, I'll just have to deal with whatever they throw at me.'
...
Lin Feng had just entered the southern district when he suddenly sensed a familiar presence.
Frowning slightly, he stopped and turned to his left. A black shadow was racing toward him at incredible speed, closing the distance in the blink of an eye.
This person had a sturdy build, wore a black robe, and his entire face was hidden under a dark mask, giving off a sinister and terrifying aura.
SWISH!
With a flick of his wrist, a dagger glinting coldly appeared in the man's hand as he thrust it straight at Lin Feng.
"Hm?"
Lin Feng's brows knitted. With a slight sway of his body, he dodged in an instant. The dagger's tip grazed the tip of his nose—a close call.
'What a strange attack!'
Lin Feng was inwardly shocked. The man's Inner Strength felt extremely weak, yet he could launch such a fierce attack. It was something he hadn't anticipated.
His own reflexes were lightning-fast, however. He instantly threw a punch to meet the attack.
CRACK!
Lin Feng's fist collided with the man's wrist. The two streams of Inner Strength clashed. Lin Feng didn't move an inch, while the black shadow on the other side stumbled back several steps.
The man's left hand, gripping the dagger, grew numb and sore, and he nearly lost his grip on the weapon.
'What a strange way of exerting force!'
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes. In that brief exchange, he'd sensed that the masked man was merely an Innate Martial Artist, yet the power behind that strike was enough to injure him.
'This must be another of the three Innate Martial Artists Wang Zeping hired.'
'That old fox is really terrified of death, to actually plant an Innate Martial Artist here in ambush.'
Lin Feng slowly retreated two steps. With a flick of his wrist, the Yellow-Grade Dagger appeared in his hand.
His gaze was icy as he stared at the opponent. His fighting spirit soared. He knew that a tough battle was unavoidable.
HUMMM!
He suddenly stomped his foot. The ground cracked, and his figure shot towards the opponent like a cannonball.
Seeing this, the black-robed man's eyes narrowed. He raised his right arm, flicked the dagger in his hand, and a black light flashed. Lin Feng hastily pulled back his own dagger to block.
CLANG!
Sparks flew everywhere.
The black-robed man's strength was extremely strong. This head-on clash directly pushed Lin Feng back several meters.
After steadying himself, Lin Feng charged forward again.
A faint smirk appeared on his lips, his eyes filled with scorn. 'This man's strength is indeed a fair bit greater than mine right now,' he thought, 'but in my eyes, he's still far from being a worthy opponent.'
SWOOSH!
In just a few seconds, the two had already clashed more than five times, their fighting spirits only growing fiercer.
The more the black-clad man fought, the more alarmed he became. He never expected this young man to be so tenacious, and from beginning to end, Lin Feng looked completely at ease.
"How is this kid so damn hard to deal with!"
The black-clad man roared, leaping into the air and bringing the dagger in his hand crashing down toward Lin Feng's head. It was a fatal strike.
"Heh, bring it on!"
Instead of retreating from the attack, Lin Feng advanced, flicking his dagger upward. He planned to use this black-clad man to test just how strong an Innate Martial Artist truly was!
CLANG!
Lin Feng's dagger collided with his opponent's. Both were thrown back several steps. The black-clad man's chest heaved violently, his breathing slightly ragged, while Lin Feng's body merely trembled for a moment.
The difference in their underlying power was significant; in the end, it was the black-clad man who came out worse from the exchange!