Chapter 650: Slaughtering Wanshan (Part 2)

He gritted his teeth, transferred the knife to his left hand, and slashed out with a backhand motion. The blade, tinged with blood, pressed down on Lin Feng head-on.

Lin Feng did not take the hit head-on. He stomped his Sky-Chasing Boots on the ground, activated 【Meteor Flash】, and his figure disappeared from the blood-red blade light. The next moment, he appeared behind Tu Wanshan.

The Wildfire Spear, amplified by the Windwalking Combo, pierced the back of the heart, its tip tearing through the plate armor and embedding itself in flesh.

Tu Wanshan roared in pain and swung his sword backward, but Lin Feng had already withdrawn his gun and retreated, the blade grazing past him.

As he retreated, he flipped his left hand, and a blazing spear light shot out from the tip of the spear, striking Tu Wanshan in the chest at close range. -0.

Although no injuries were caused, the impact sent Tu Wanshan flying backward, crashing heavily into a bloodthorn tree, breaking its trunk.

He struggled to his feet, his tiger-head helmet askew, revealing a blood-stained face beneath.

He stared at Lin Feng, his bloodshot eyes filled with disbelief: "You... what level are you at...?"

Lin Feng did not answer, but simply pointed his Prairie Fire Spear forward, took a step, and was already in front of Tu Wanshan.

Tu Wanshan instinctively raised his sword to parry, but the spear tip had already touched the blade as soon as he raised the sword.

With a sharp crack, Tu Wanshan, along with his knife, was pushed backward and rolled more than a dozen times before finally coming to a stop, breaking two bloodthorn trees.

"Ha...ha..." He gasped for breath, his health bar had dropped to 70%.

He stood up, supporting himself with his knife, and charged forward again in a wave-like motion.

Five consecutive slashes, each faster and heavier than the last.

The first strike was aimed at Lin Feng's left shoulder, but Lin Feng easily parried it with a horizontal movement of his spear.

The second slash swept across his waist, and Lin Feng took a half step back, the tip of the blade grazing past his abdomen.

The third slash came down, but Lin Feng dodged it by sidestepping the blade and lashed out with the back of his spear at Tu Wanshan's wrist.

With a crisp "crack," Tu Wanshan's right wrist bone fractured.

He let out a muffled roar of pain, nearly dropping the knife, and switched to his left hand to continue hacking.

The fourth and fifth strikes were unleashed in a frenzy, completely abandoning defense, like a trapped beast cornered in a dead end.

Lin Feng parried all of them, each strike deflected by the Wildfire Spear, and each collision subjected Tu Wanshan's wrists and arms to an impact far exceeding their limits.

His hand was split open, and blood flowed down the hilt of the knife, his health bar dropping to 60%.

"Die!"

Enraged, Tu Wanshan swung his sword at Lin Feng's head.

...

The next three minutes were the longest battle Tu Wanshan had ever fought in his life.

Lin Feng's offensive was like a storm, with spear shadows piercing from all directions, relentless and continuous.

Each shot was so fast that Tu Wanshan's eyes couldn't keep up, and each shot was so heavy that his hand holding the knife went numb.

He frantically parried, dodged, and counterattacked, his Blood Tiger Mountain-Splitting Blade dancing in his hand like a blood-red curtain of blades, unleashing every skill he could muster.

But his opponent remained unfazed, the tip of his spear managing to slip through the gaps in the blades each time, leaving a new wound on his body.

Tu Wanshan desperately tried to recover his health, using the Bloodthirst technique to continuously absorb life points from the Bloodthorn golems around him that were hit by the aftershocks.

But the health bar was still slowly decreasing; the amount absorbed was far less than the amount Lin Feng was expelling.

We can't beat them.

Tu Wanshan had only one thought left in his mind.

He suddenly pushed off the ground, launching himself into the air in an attempt to escape the battle.

But he had only risen less than ten meters when the sky above him suddenly went dark for a moment.

Lin Feng had already appeared above him, faster, higher, and even a step earlier than him, waiting there.

The Prairie Fire Spear was hung upside down, its tip pointing directly at his head, like a golden nail suspended in the sky.

Tu Wanshan's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively held the Blood Tiger Mountain-Splitting Blade horizontally above his head.

The spear tip struck the blade, and an overwhelming force pressed down from above, as if an invisible giant hand had pressed down on his head, slamming him back to the ground from mid-air.

boom!

The ground blasted open a deep crater, sending rubble and dirt flying into the sky.

Tu Wanshan knelt at the bottom of the pit, his health bar dropped significantly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He got up and took to the air again.

This time he changed direction, skimming close to the ground and speeding to the side, trying to get out of Lin Feng's blind spot.

But Lin Feng was much faster than him; his golden figure flashed and reappeared above him.

This time, Lin Feng didn't use a gun. Instead, he stomped down, his Sky-Piercing Boots landing heavily on Lin Feng's shoulder.

Tu Wanshan was stomped down from mid-air, his knees slamming into the mud, his kneecaps making a sickening cracking sound.

"You can't escape." Lin Feng landed in front of him, his tone calm.

Tu Wanshan knelt in the pit, covered in blood, his tiger-headed battle helmet askew to one side.

He was panting heavily, each breath filled with blood and foam. He could no longer lift his right arm, and his left arm was gripping the hilt of the knife tightly.

His health bar dropped to 10%.

With his last strength, Tu Wanshan stood up from the pit, roaring and unleashing his final power as he slashed at Lin Feng's head with his sword.

This strike was imbued with all his bloodthirsty energy, and the wind from the blade sent the surrounding rocks flying.

Lin Feng did not parry, but simply took a step forward. The tip of his spear struck Tu Wanshan in the center of his chest.

The spear tip pierced through the tiger head relief, through the ribs, and emerged from behind Tu Wanshan.

Tu Wanshan looked down at the spear tip in his chest.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only a mouthful of bloody foam rose from his throat.

The bloodshot eyes beneath the tiger-head helmet gradually dimmed.

Lin Feng drew his gun, and the moment the tip was pulled from Tu Wanshan's chest, it brought out a cloud of blood mist.

Tu Wanshan leaned forward and knelt on the ground. Lin Feng swung his spear across Tu Wanshan's shoulder, sending the two-meter-tall man flying.

Tu Wanshan tumbled several times in the air, crashed to the ground, bounced twice, and then remained motionless.

Lin Feng flicked the blood off the tip of his gun, glanced at the corpse, and turned to walk toward his next target.