Urban All-Round Master

Hiding behind a woman... Lin Zifeng would rather die than do such a thing!

Protected by the women of the Seventeen Clan, Red Sword couldn’t hurt him for the time being. Lin Zifeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, recalling the moment Red Sword had injured him.

Dozens of afterimages... Lin Zifeng had just used his senses to observe them. Each carried terrifying power, and the power within them was actually equal!

”Equal...”

Lin Zifeng muttered to himself, yet his eyes suddenly brightened. He hurriedly lifted his head and gazed at the eyes of Red Sword in the sky, a playful hint rising within.

Earlier, when the afterimages of Red Sword shattered the Dragon Soaring Soul Suppressing Palm, even amidst the dazzling light, Lin Zifeng kept a firm gaze. For some reason, in just an instant, the dozen or so afterimages disappeared, leaving only the Red Sword in the sky...

Thinking about it now, those dozens of longswords identical to Red Sword, rather than afterimages, were actually clones of Red Sword!

Since they were clones, the equal power they contained makes sense. Considering this, Lin Zifeng was secretly worried—if the power is divided into dozens of parts, and each contains power almost equal to his own...

Regarding this matter, Lin Zifeng felt there was some mysterious element hidden deep within that he had not discovered. To make Red Sword use that technique again, Lin Zifeng had to deliberately create an opening!

”Create an opening... Hopefully this old guy will take the bait.”

With a sneer, Lin Zifeng’s figure suddenly burst forth; originally hiding behind the women of the Seventeen Clan, he rushed to the forefront, leaping forward with Elemental Power flashing in his hand as he lunged at Red Sword again!

At this moment, Lin Zifeng was in midair, his movements marked by wide-open gestures, replete with openings to the eyes of true masters. Certainly, Red Sword could recognize these openings, sneering contemptuously as sword light cut through at a strange angle...

”Whoosh...”

”Ah...”

The women of the clan only saw a red flash, and Lin Zifeng’s figure, like a kite with a broken string, was sent flying backward. In midair, blood dripped slowly down his right arm.

”Quick, protect the young master!”

The women of the clan finally snapped out of their shock, their graceful silhouettes forming afterimages in the air, anger evident on their charming faces, displaying a determined look of mutual destruction.

Because the women of the Seventeen Clan all surged forward, they didn’t notice the faint, cold smile on Lin Zifeng’s face filled with pain, nor his pride: ”Now that I’m in midair, there’s no way for ordinary people to dodge—I refuse to believe this old thing won’t seize the chance to finish me off!”

Indeed, as soon as Lin Zifeng was sent flying, a red light flashed around Red Sword, accompanied by a sharp piercing sound, aiming to pierce through Lin Zifeng’s midair body!

Seeing Red Sword’s posture, the women of the Seventeen Clan couldn’t let it succeed. Urgently, light sprouted beneath their feet, their graceful bodies leaping upwards, hands flashing brightly as they tried to slow Red Sword’s attack.

Yet, faced with such a great opportunity, Red Sword wouldn’t let the women of the Seventeen Clan ruin it. Its blade flashed instantly and eighteen identical afterimages rose once more!

”Boom...”

Instantly, the women of the Seventeen Clan were locked in battle with Red Sword’s afterimages, while the additional afterimage seized the chance to stab Lin Zifeng’s chest!

”Hmph, you brat, daring to ruin my plans—you shall die!”

Before the afterimage reached Lin Zifeng, an ancient cold snort echoed from within it, filled with undisguised delight and mockery, as if Lin Zifeng had already been pierced through.

Upon hearing this, the feigned expression of pain on Lin Zifeng’s face vanished briefly, replaced with a look of mischievousness!

Just then, Lin Zifeng thought, since Red Sword divided itself into dozens of parts, its contained power must naturally be divided as well!

Furthermore, Lin Zifeng just sensed that each clone contained power quite similar to his own, confirming that the afterimages seemed powerful and mysterious, but right now, Red Sword was at its most fragile. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have retracted its afterimages earlier, when it could have simply taken Lin Zifeng’s life!

Perhaps Red Sword is a formidable demon device, but if its power is divided into dozens of parts, Lin Zifeng refuses to believe he can’t defeat it!

”Old thing, the one to die is you!”

With a loud roar, Lin Zifeng’s airborne figure suddenly surged with boldness, his confident face brimming with fighting spirit!

Sure enough, the afterimage that was originally close to Lin Zifeng hesitated briefly, but quickly reacted, the sword light accelerated further, precisely clashing with Lin Zifeng’s Elemental Power-enveloped right hand!

”Boom!”

With a deafening crash, the stone slab beneath Lin Zifeng’s feet sunk into a massive pit ten centimeters deep, while in his hand he firmly grasped the demonically glowing Red Sword!

”Hmph, if I hadn’t baited this opening, you wouldn’t have been fooled—so the hit just now wasn’t in vain!”

Just as Lin Zifeng finished speaking, the Red Sword in his hand suddenly struggled, flinging his right arm upward.

In its struggle, the wound on Lin Zifeng’s right arm was ripped open, cold sweat appeared on his well-defined face, and carelessly, he let go of the tightly held Red Sword!

”Not good!”

Lin Zifeng knew that if he let that afterimage escape, he shouldn’t expect to defeat Red Sword again. His figure leaped urgently, heading straight for the glowing blade of Red Sword.

”Ah...”

As the blade pierced his flesh, the blood seeping from Lin Zifeng’s right hand made Red Sword’s already eerie glow even more intense. Yet, even so, Lin Zifeng’s grip didn’t loosen. Red Sword struggled, and the sound of metal scraping across his bones was exceptionally piercing.

”Dragon Soaring Soul Suppressing Palm!”

The pain from his right hand nearly made Lin Zifeng faint; nevertheless, at such a critical moment, he relied on powerful willpower, channeling the remaining Elemental Power within him, as his idle left hand emitted a series of Dragon Roar sounds, filled with unrestrained anger!

”Die! Old guy!”

With an explosive shout, Lin Zifeng’s sharply contoured face twisted with pain and fury, appearing extremely ferocious, and the golden light glinting from his hand cast an aura of unspeakable majesty over his face...

”Boom!”

A deep, resounding noise erupted from within Red Sword, finally giving Lin Zifeng the feeling that the blade rubbing against his hand bone had relaxed.

”Crack...”

A crisp cracking sound spread out, and exceptionally weakened, Lin Zifeng quickly opened his eyes, a look of shock rising on his face.

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