149: Chapter 148 One against eight! Killed them all!

The sound of blades being drawn came from behind him.

One, two, three... eight sounds.

The sound of swords leaving their scabbards echoed in the wind, like a nest of vipers flicking their tongues.

Lin Feng didn't look back and continued walking.

His pace was neither hurried nor slow; every step was steady.

"Chinese man! Last chance! Leave the items and you can go!"

Rodrigo's voice came from behind, deep and muffled, as if squeezed out of his chest.

Lin Feng stopped, turned around, and looked at those eight people.

The wind blew from the west, tossing his hair.

He stood there like a tree rooted in the wasteland.

He looked at them from top to bottom, bottom to top, slowly and carefully.

Like he was looking at eight dead men.

Then he smiled.

That smile wasn't mockery or contempt; it was pity.

Like an adult looking at a child, a living person looking at the dead, a human looking at ants.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but clear in the wind.

"You all have already found your own path to death."

Those eight words were articulated perfectly in standard Mandarin.

Rodrigo didn't understand the words, but he understood the tone.

That tone told him—today, not a single one of you will escape.

His expression changed, his hand tightening on his blade until his knuckles turned white.

He glanced back at the others, and they looked back at him.

Eight people, eight pairs of eyes, all saw what was in Lin Feng's eyes—killing intent.

"Attack!"

Rodrigo let out a low growl and was the first to charge.

His scimitar slashed down, fast and ruthless, the wind of the blade whistling as it aimed for Lin Feng's head.

The seven people behind him also charged.

Scimitars, short clubs, spears, and daggers came from all directions like a pack of hungry wolves pouncing on prey.

Lin Feng didn't dodge.

He stood his ground, watching the eight of them rush over.

Their faces, their weapons, their eyes—he saw everything clearly.

Rodrigo's scimitar was less than a meter from his head, the wind from the blade already chilling his face.

He raised his right hand, fingers splayed.

In his palm, golden light converged.

"Judgment of Light!"

A golden sword of light condensed above his head and slashed toward Rodrigo.

Rodrigo's face changed drastically as he hurriedly brought his scimitar back to defend.

Clang—

The sound of metal clashing rang out as sparks flew everywhere.

Rodrigo was knocked flying backward, flipping several times in the air before slamming heavily onto the ground.

The scimitar slipped from his hand, the webbing of his thumb torn, blood dripping down his fingers.

The remaining seven were stunned, but only for a moment.

They didn't retreat; they continued their charge.

Two short clubs swung down, one for his head and one for his shoulder.

A spear thrust forward, aiming for his chest.

A dagger slashed across, aiming for his throat.

Three scimitars slashed at his waist, legs, and back.

Seven people, seven directions, seven types of weapons, sealing off all of Lin Feng's paths of retreat.

Lin Feng didn't retreat.

He raised his left hand, crimson flames gathering in his palm.

"Firestorm!"

Boom—

A sea of fire spread out from him as the center, the crimson flames engulfing the nearest people.

Those hit by the fire screamed and recoiled.

Their clothes, hair, and skin caught fire, sizzling as the smell of burning flesh filled the air.

But three people still hadn't retreated.

They avoided the sea of fire and charged from the sides.

A Japanese man, a Korean man, and a Filipino man.

The Japanese man held a tachi, its slender blade gleaming with a cold light.

He rushed in front of Lin Feng, thrusting the tachi with speed and precision toward Lin Feng's throat.

The Korean man held two short swords, charging from the right, one aiming for the waist and the other for the leg.

The Filipino man held a short club, charging from the left, swinging it at Lin Feng's head.

Three people, three directions, three weapons, attacking simultaneously.

Lin Feng didn't dodge.

He drew the dragon slaying sword with his right hand and the azure thunder sword with his left.

With both swords in hand, golden light and azure lightning intertwined, illuminating the entire wasteland.

With a swing of his right hand, the dragon slaying sword blocked the Japanese man's tachi.

Clang—

Sparks flew, and the Japanese man was forced back two steps.

With a swing of his left hand, the azure thunder sword blocked the Korean man's twin blades.

Clang, clang—

After two sounds, the Korean man was forced back three steps.

He raised his right foot and kicked the Filipino man in the stomach.

Bang—

The Filipino man flew backward, crashing into the person behind him, and both fell to the ground.

Three moves, three people repelled.

Lin Feng stood his ground, both swords hanging at his sides, tips pointing to the ground.

Golden light and azure lightning flowed over the blades, emitting a low hum.

The eight people scrambled up from the ground, standing together and looking at Lin Feng.

Their eyes had changed; it was no longer greed or ferocity, but fear.

Rodrigo's hand holding the scimitar was trembling, and his lips were shaking too.

He glanced at the others, then back at Lin Feng.

"All together! He's only one man!" he hissed.

The eight people charged again.

This time they were smarter; they didn't charge all at once, but in waves.

Three charged first to tie Lin Feng down, while the other five looked for an opening from behind.

The Japanese and Korean men, along with one Filipino man, were at the forefront.

tachi, twin blades, and short club—three weapons attacked at once.

Lin Feng struck with both swords, the dragon slaying sword blocking the tachi and the azure thunder sword blocking the twin blades.

As the Filipino man's short club swung toward him, he sidestepped and kicked the man's knee.

Crack—

The sound of bone fracturing.

The Filipino man screamed and fell to his knees, his club slipping from his hand.

Lin Feng slashed down, the dragon slaying sword cutting across his neck.

Pshhh—

Blood sprayed out like a fountain, like red rain.

The Filipino man's eyes widened, his mouth open as if to say something, but nothing came out.

He collapsed face-down on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

[Killed Filipino Explorer ×1]

The remaining seven were stunned.

They looked at the corpse on the ground, blood still flowing and staining the sand.

Rodrigo's face was deathly pale, his lips trembling.

"You... you killed him..."

Lin Feng looked at him. "I said, you all have already found your own path to death."

He raised the dragon slaying sword, the golden patterns on the blade glowing to their limit. "Next."

The seven people looked at each other, seeing fear in each other's eyes.

They wanted to run, but their legs wouldn't obey, as if nailed to the ground.

Rodrigo gritted his teeth. "Don't be afraid! He's only one man! If we attack together, he can't stop us!"

No one moved.

He looked at the others, and they looked at him, their eyes saying—you go first.

Rodrigo's expression became even uglier.

He knew that if they didn't fight for their lives today, no one would escape.

He gripped his scimitar and was the first to charge.

The remaining six hesitated for a moment before also charging.

Scimitars, short clubs, spears, and daggers came from all directions like a pack of mad dogs.

Lin Feng watched them charge but didn't move.

He stood there, both swords hanging at his sides, like two quiet trees.

As Rodrigo's scimitar slashed down, he sidestepped and swept the dragon slaying sword across Rodrigo's waist.

Pshhh—

Blood sprayed out, and Rodrigo screamed, falling to the ground and clutching his waist as blood gushed through his fingers.

He struggled to stand, but he couldn't; his legs and hands were shaking.

Lin Feng didn't look at him; he looked at the others.

A Filipino man charged with a short club, swinging at his head.

He raised his left hand, the azure thunder sword blocking the club.

Clang—

The short club snapped.

The Filipino man was stunned, staring at the broken club in his hand, not yet reacting.

Lin Feng thrust his sword into the man's chest.

Pshhh—

The blade pierced through his back, blood dripping down the length of the sword.

He pulled the sword out, and the Filipino man collapsed, his eyes still wide.

[Killed Filipino Explorer ×2]

The remaining five had trembling legs and hands.

They looked at the two corpses on the ground and then at Lin Feng, as if looking at a demon crawled out of Hell.

The Japanese man was the first to react; he turned and fled as fast as a startled rabbit.

The Korean man also ran, even faster than the Japanese man.

The other three were stunned for a moment before they too fled.

Five people, five directions, running faster than anything.

Lin Feng watched them run but didn't give chase.

He stood his ground, swords hanging at his sides, watching the five retreating figures grow distant.

Once they were far enough, he raised his left hand, azure thunder light converging in his palm.

"azure thunder sword · Thunder Flash!"

His figure vanished from the spot.

The next second, he appeared in front of the Japanese man.

The Japanese man was running happily when suddenly his vision went dark as a figure blocked his path.

He looked up and saw Lin Feng.

His face turned pale instantly, and he couldn't even raise his tachi. "You..."

Lin Feng slashed down, the dragon slaying sword cutting across his neck.

Pshhh—

Blood sprayed out, and the Japanese man collapsed, his eyes still wide.

[Killed Japanese Explorer ×1]

He turned around and looked in the direction the Korean man had run.

The Korean man had already run quite far, nearly reaching the complex of buildings.

Lin Feng raised his left hand, thunder light gathering on the azure thunder sword.

"Thunder Flash!"

His figure vanished, appearing the next second in front of the Korean man.

The Korean man was panting heavily; seeing Lin Feng, his legs gave way and he knelt on the ground.

"Don't... don't kill me..." His voice and hands were trembling.

Lin Feng looked at him without speaking.

He remembered the Korean man's smile at the Hundred Nations Meeting; it had been very gentle and polite.

But beneath that smile, what was hidden? A blade.

He raised the dragon slaying sword. "In your next life, don't come to China's territory to act wild."

He slashed down.

Pshhh—

The Korean man collapsed face-down on the ground.

[Killed Korean Explorer ×1]

Lin Feng turned and looked at the last three Filipino men.

They had already run into the building complex, ducking into collapsed halls and pavilions to hide.

Lin Feng didn't chase; he stood his ground and raised his left hand, golden light converging in his palm.

"Judgment of Light!"

A golden sword of light condensed above his head and slashed toward the nearest hall.

Boom—

The hall collapsed, broken bricks and tiles flying everywhere.

A person rolled out from the ruins.

It was the tall one, covered in blood, with broken legs and arms, lying on the ground unable to move.

He looked up at Lin Feng, his eyes full of terror. "Spare... spare my life..."

Lin Feng looked at him. "When you were running, did you ever think this day would come?"

He raised the dragon slaying sword.

The tall man closed his eyes.

A single slash.

Pshhh—

Blood sprayed out.

[Killed Explorer ×3]

The remaining two were hidden deeper in the building complex.

Lin Feng entered the complex, stepping over broken bricks and tiles as he walked deeper in, step by step.

The wind whistled through the collapsed walls.

He walked to a pavilion and stopped.

Inside the pavilion, there was the sound of breathing—rapid and heavy, like someone gasping for air.

He pushed open the door and walked in.

It was very dark inside, with only a few rays of light leaking through the broken windows.

A person was crouching in the corner.

It was the short one—not Juan, but another.

He crouched there, holding his head, his whole body trembling.

Seeing Lin Feng, he looked up, his lips quivering.

"Don't... don't kill me... I didn't take anything... I didn't do anything..."

Lin Feng looked at him. "You didn't do anything? When you followed them here, you didn't do anything?"

He raised the dragon slaying sword.

The Filipino man closed his eyes, tears streaming from the corners.

A single slash.

Pshhh—

[Killed Explorer ×1]

The last one was hidden at the end of the corridor.

Lin Feng walked over, his footsteps echoing in the corridor.

The corridor was long and winding, with a large section of the roof collapsed and many pillars leaning precariously.

At the end, a person sat on the ground leaning against the wall.

It was the Filipino man who had the spear.

The spear was broken into two pieces and tossed aside.

He was covered in blood, his face mangled, and his eyes so swollen he could barely open them.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up, using the one eye he could still open to look at Lin Feng.

"You... you are a devil..." His voice was raspy, like sandpaper rubbing against wood.

Lin Feng looked at him. "I am no devil. I am just a Chinese man who doesn't want to be bullied."

He raised the dragon slaying sword.

The Filipino man closed his eyes.

A single slash.

Pshhh—

[Killed Explorer ×1]

The wasteland fell silent.

No shouting, no screaming, only the wind—the dusty wind blowing from the west to the east.

Lin Feng stood at the end of the corridor, blood still dripping from the dragon slaying sword—drip, drip, drip—onto the broken bricks, the shattered tiles, and the withered grass.

He flicked the blood off his sword and sheathed it.

He turned around and walked out of the corridor.

After a few steps, he stopped and looked back.

At the end of the corridor, the Filipino man sat against the wall, head bowed as if asleep.

He watched for a moment, then turned and continued walking.

Stepping out of the building complex, the wind outside was even stronger.

Time to check the loot!