vstars Chapter 137 The Inevitable First World War
Chapter 137 The Inevitable First World War
Chapter 137 An Inevitable War
After all, it should come.
That location was nothing more than a desolate wilderness, right behind the inn where Chen Feng was currently staying.
So when Wu Fen and Hua Rushang finished dealing with their business and came upstairs, they both discovered that the person who should have been recuperating in the house was nowhere to be found.
“There are traces of darts here; someone has been here.” Wu Fen said gravely.
"Chen Feng's injuries are internal. If he tries to fight back anytime soon, he might be crippled," Hua Rushang said gloatingly.
Wu Fen nodded. He had no way to deal with the person in front of him, so he could only say, "Thank you for the reminder. I'll go find him now."
"Hey! You're just leaving like that?" Hua Rushang said, unwilling to give up.
Wu Fen looked at him with a puzzled expression, then suddenly asked, "Then what else do I need to do?"
Despite Wu Fen's seemingly reliable nature, in some aspects he might not be as good as Chen Feng, a straight man who dares to cut off all illusions.
Wu Fen stared at her blankly for a moment, then suddenly turned around again, this time walking away decisively without pausing at all.
The night was hazy, and dark clouds obscured the moon when I looked up.
Chen Feng stretched, looked up at the sky, and finally fixed his gaze on the person in front of him.
The person standing in front of him was Yan Beifeng, whose face was solemn.
"Are you alone?" Chen Feng looked at him with some surprise.
Chen Feng had assumed that Yan Beifeng would bring a white-robed monk along as a partner, but to his surprise, Yan Beifeng came alone.
"This is a matter between our two families, and no one else needs to get involved." Yan Beifeng stared coldly at him.
Chen Feng thought to himself, "Damn, that's not what you said yesterday!"
So he couldn't help but say, "Hey, I'm telling you, being shameless is no problem. If you weren't seeing me injured, would you have asked me out?"
Chen Feng deliberately patted Zou's chest, as if he were injured there.
Yan Beifeng glared at him, seemingly about to protest, but the words only tugged at his lips before falling silent.
"You smooth talker!" Yan Beifeng glared at him maliciously, barely suppressing his anger.
As soon as Chen Feng opens his mouth, everyone's innermost thoughts will be exposed, even if they aren't always like that.
Yan Beifeng was probably the first to give up on arguing with Chen Feng. He simply raised his sword and swung it down.
The way of swords is different for each sword.
If He Yi's swordsmanship is as unpredictable as the Kunlun Mountains, then Yan Beifeng's sword is as steady as Mount Tai.
Without excessive embellishment, a single, sweeping move is powerful and unmatched by ordinary people.
Chen Feng stepped back and leaped away like a nimble monkey to dodge Yan Beifeng's movements.
Feeling a dull ache in his chest, Chen Feng frowned and pressed on relentlessly, "Which Chen family did you mention last time? Since you've already said it, then be more specific."
Yan Beifeng sneered: "The Chen family, whichever Chen family you think you are, it's naturally the Chen family of the ancient martial arts world!"
The next moment, he unexpectedly circled around from behind. Chen Feng paused, slightly puzzled by the answer, and before he could react, the blade had already grazed his shoulder.
The stinging pain and the smell of blood instantly brought Chen Feng to his senses.
Yan Beifeng looked at him coldly: "Then show me your strength! Even if I, Yan Beifeng, am to win today, I will win fair and square!"
Chen Feng almost flipped his hand, and a folding knife flew out of his hand.
The Heavenly Evolution Dao Technique was indeed too taxing on spiritual energy, and given Chen Feng's physical condition, he dared not use it lightly.
Yan Beifeng was taken aback.
"A folding knife?"
What he saw most about Chen Feng was his martial arts skills; he never expected that Chen Feng's swordsmanship had improved so much!
No wonder he blocked five of his swords with just a folding knife that day!
Fortunately, he is now seriously injured!
However, the next moment, Yan Beifeng was proven wrong by his own thoughts!
Chen Feng's folding knife was knocked away, twirling beautifully in the air.
Then, drawn by spiritual energy, it spun rapidly back, and the blade retaliated in kind, leaving a knife mark on Yan Beifeng's body.
"It seems I can't keep the promise I made to Yan Luo." Chen Feng's expression was more solemn than ever before. He stared intently at the person in front of him and sighed.
But his expression was more serious than ever before.
This guy faced a difficult choice, a painful choice. He thought that if he spoke out about his relationship with Yan Luo, perhaps it could start anew.
But some things will eventually drift further and further away.
"Promise what?" When Yan Beifeng asked Yan Luo, his eyes showed a slight struggle.
Putting everything else aside, if Chen Feng were such an excellent son-in-law, it might truly be an opportunity sent by heaven to the Yan family. However, the massacre of the entire family was inextricably linked to him.
Chen Feng and the Yan family—only one of them can survive!
"It's nothing." Chen Feng shook his head slightly, not intending to continue. At that moment, he gripped the folding knife tightly in his hand.
Yan Beifeng clearly didn't want to bring up his daughter's affairs at this time.
He bit his lip, making a firm decision that he would never change his mind again.
"Ha!" The sword was drawn, transforming into a streak of light that swept across the area.
Can a single move decide the outcome?
Chen Feng squinted and rushed over, but a hazy golden light covered his eyes.
In an instant, those eyes seemed to be bathed in golden light!
The Eye of Heaven!
Heavenly Dao Mysterious Steps!
With all the details laid bare before him, Chen Feng sketched out the most precise routes in his mind. At that moment, the folding knife in his hand flew out and clashed with the sword in Yan Beifeng's hand with a resounding clang!
The folding knife flew back.
That process only takes a few seconds.
However, in those few seconds, Chen Feng ignored the folding knife, only slightly tilting his head to dodge it, and faced Yan Beifeng head-on.
Yan Beifeng was stunned by the sudden attack!
He subconsciously believed that Chen Feng, who was seriously injured, could no longer use that powerful set of techniques.
Unbeknownst to them, Chen Feng launched a swift and unexpected attack at the most critical juncture.
A one-second mistake.
Chen Feng's afterimage had not yet disappeared!
"Yin and Yang are inherently formed, and ultimately, they return to one!"
Chen Feng stepped on a Yin-Yang disc, which emitted a wondrous golden light and appeared behind Yan Beifeng.
At that moment, his face was pale, and almost as soon as he uttered those words, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted from his mouth.
Yan Beifeng drew his sword and hurriedly withdrew it, but it was too late.
"Tiandao... Palm!"
Chen Feng gritted his teeth, his gums seemingly about to break.
A palm strike met a sword strike.
The shockwave generated by the spiritual energy erupted with a loud bang.
The two figures flew out at the same time.
Yan Beifeng finally stumbled and crashed into the wall, and spiderweb patterns immediately appeared on the wall in front of him.
Looking at Chen Feng again, his folding knife was put away as he landed, barely supporting him.
He almost knelt down; clearly, this move had injured the enemy a thousand while damaging himself eight hundred!