Chapter Fifty-four: Facing the Challenge

He knew that although he had managed to save Lin Wanting for the moment, the real battle was only just beginning.

Lin Wanting, her eyes brimming with tears, gazed at Qin Feng. She understood what this parting meant, but she was even more aware that staying here would only become a burden to Qin Feng.

“Be careful!” she choked out, then turned and, with several subordinates “escorting” her, ran in the direction away from the lighthouse.

Watching Lin Wanting safely depart, Qin Feng slowly turned around to face Wen Wu and his men. There was not a trace of fear in his eyes—only icy determination. “Now, we can have a proper conversation.”

Wen Wu sneered, waved his hand, and his men spread out, surrounding Qin Feng.

“Mr. Qin, I must admit, you’re very courageous. But courage changes nothing. Today, you are destined to become just another soul beneath my command,” Wen Wu declared.

Qin Feng smiled calmly, flexing his joints as spiritual energy surged silently within him. “Then let me see if you truly have the skill.”

No sooner had his words fallen than Qin Feng’s figure flashed, darting toward Wen Wu like a phantom.

Wen Wu reacted swiftly, his dagger slashing out in a cold arc, aiming straight for Qin Feng’s throat.

But Qin Feng’s movement was uncanny, as if he could glide freely through the air, easily dodging the strike.

“Hmph, it seems I’ve underestimated you,” Wen Wu said coldly, a hint of seriousness flickering in his eyes.

He had not expected Qin Feng to possess such formidable strength and vast combat experience—he couldn’t take him down in a single move.

Qin Feng gave no reply, his attacks growing ever fiercer.

Their speed increased rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they exchanged several blows.

Each clash of their weapons rang out with crisp, metallic tones, sparks flying and echoing sharply.

Clang—another hard collision, both men retreated three steps, staring at each other from a distance.

Wen Wu’s expression grew increasingly grim, for Qin Feng’s onslaught was fiercer than before.

“Come again!” Wen Wu roared, launching himself at Qin Feng once more. His dagger lashed out like a venomous serpent, striking at Qin Feng.

This attack was insidious and ruthless, sealing off all Qin Feng’s escape routes.

A slight smile curved Qin Feng’s lips. He twisted his body, dodging the lethal blow, then whipped his right leg like a lash toward Wen Wu’s head.

Wen Wu sidestepped, the dagger blocking Qin Feng’s kick.

Both men were thrown back several steps, their gaze locked, wary of each other.

“I didn’t expect you were still hiding your strength. It seems I took you too lightly before,” Wen Wu murmured, pausing for a moment and taking a deep breath. His arrogant demeanor returned.

“In that case, I won’t hold back.”

As he finished speaking, Wen Wu’s aura surged, making him appear more dangerous than ever.

Swish!

Holding his dagger, Wen Wu’s figure flickered in and out of sight, pouncing like a ghost.

At that moment, Qin Feng felt a tremendous pressure, his breathing even becoming difficult.

“What terrifying attack speed!” Qin Feng’s pupils contracted; this man was like a human tank, his fighting power astonishing.

He realized that surviving tonight would be nearly impossible.

A wild glint flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes. Gritting his teeth, he chose to face the attack head-on!

“You’re courting death!” Wen Wu’s face twisted into a savage expression at Qin Feng’s bold advance.

Wen Wu’s aura became even more menacing, his figure a blur as he rapidly closed in on Qin Feng.

“Qin Feng, so you practice martial arts as well. No wonder you killed my cousin Wen Bin—you hid your skills so deeply.” Wen Wu sneered. “Too bad, even if you know martial arts, you’re no match for me, especially since your foundation is unstable.”

Wen Wu’s speed was extraordinary; in a flash, he was right before Qin Feng, the dagger poised to strike at Qin Feng’s vulnerable neck.

A look of alarm crossed Qin Feng’s face. He hadn’t anticipated Wen Wu’s speed—there was no way to dodge.

“Not good!” Qin Feng’s expression shifted dramatically. He raised his arms in front of his chest to block the attack.

The dagger tore through his arms and pierced into his body.

The intense pain furrowed Qin Feng’s brow even deeper, yet he did not fall. Instead, the fire in his eyes burned brighter.

He knew this was his last chance. If he failed to defeat his opponent now, he would have no further opportunity.

With this realization, Qin Feng suddenly threw back his head and roared, the surrounding air seeming to shatter from the force, a massive pressure radiating outward.

The strength of this aura caused everyone present to blanch, their eyes widening in shock.

Wen Wu was even forced to take a step back, his gaze fixed on Qin Feng in disbelief. This man could still increase his power—was he some kind of monster?

In that brief instant, Qin Feng suddenly raised his left arm, seized Wen Wu’s wrist, and dragged him forward.

With his other hand, he formed a fist and drove it straight into Wen Wu’s chest.

Bang!

Qin Feng’s fist struck Wen Wu’s chest with a dull thud.

A mouthful of blood sprayed from Wen Wu’s lips, his eyes opened wide in shock.

“I… how… impossible!” Wen Wu’s face was filled with disbelief, his eyes unable to comprehend what had happened.

He could hardly believe that Qin Feng’s physical strength was so formidable—not only could he withstand Wen Wu’s dagger, but he had landed a heavy blow that seriously injured him. It was beyond his understanding.

He had trained for years, his body long since reaching a level unimaginable to ordinary people.

Most would not last ten seconds under his hands before being crippled.

Yet Qin Feng had managed to injure his internal organs.

“Heh… hehehe…” Wen Wu clutched his chest with a bitter laugh, his eyes filled with hatred.

“I admit I underestimated you. But now, you must die.”

A vicious glint flashed in Wen Wu’s eyes. He drew a jet-black pistol from his waist and aimed at Qin Feng.

The trigger was pulled, and a dark bullet shot forth, targeting Qin Feng’s heart.

Qin Feng’s pupils contracted, his gaze filled with alarm and surprise.

Wen Wu was truly insidious, launching a sneak attack with a pistol at this critical moment—such a tactic Qin Feng could never have anticipated.

There was no time to dodge. Qin Feng could only raise his hand to shield his heart, hoping to withstand the shot.

But as the gun fired, Qin Feng felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw a crimson hole bleeding profusely.

His eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins; fury surged through him, causing every capillary in his body to swell.

“You…” Qin Feng clenched his teeth, eyes narrowed into slits, his gaze icy as he stared at Wen Wu.

“Hahaha…” Wen Wu burst out laughing, as if he’d heard the funniest thing in the world.

“What’s wrong? Surprised?” Wen Wu mocked. “You think you’re powerful, but to a true master, you’re just an ant!”

“I’ve killed more than a hundred like you!”

He cast a cold glance at Qin Feng, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt, clearly not taking Qin Feng seriously.

“You… deserve to die!” Qin Feng exploded in rage, veins bulging on his forehead.

Though Qin Feng knew Wen Wu spoke the truth, his anger and humiliation were overwhelming.