Urban All-Round Master

"Don’t be so polite if you don’t mean it. If you’ve got the guts, stop running and have a fight with your auntie!" The woman frowned slightly, her mood worsened by the handsome guy’s words.

Though she knew the handsome guy was quite capable, she believed he couldn’t beat her.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be fleeing like this.

"You damn woman! If Master Mastiff gets mad in a bit, even I’d hit myself. Believe it or not, I’ll press you down and do you a hundred times! A hundred times!"

"Come on! If you want to do me, then come on, beat me, and I’ll spread my legs for you!"

"Whoa! Is this for real?" The handsome guy’s eyes sparkled with excitement. He was amused. Is there really such a good deal in the world? He spared a glance back at the woman and couldn’t help but notice her fair skin, slender and graceful figure. Imagining pressing her down and having his way seemed quite thrilling indeed.

"Pff!"

Just as the handsome guy was lost in his imaginary world, the woman’s oppressive Sword Qi grazed his skin, startling him into shivers. He dared not daydream anymore and quickly dashed away.

He ran back and forth along the cliffside, trying to deplete the woman’s Primordial Energy.

On the other side, Lin Zifeng’s face was cold, his eyes sharp as blades, taking on thirteen Sub-Saints all by himself!

In an undefeated position, he even instilled fear in the opponents, as their thirteen Sub-Saints couldn’t overcome one young Oriental, which seemed quite unbelievable.

"Roar!"

One among them transformed into a Golden Lion and pounced with boundless momentum, the surrounding air constrained by a dominating force.

Lin Zifeng narrowed his eyes slightly as he approached the Golden Lion, then two substantial beams shot from his eyes.

The Golden Lion let out a mournful wail, its massive body falling from the mountain, cleaved in two by the flying Heavenly Painting Halberd, its blood painting half the sky red.

"No!!!"

The other twelve screamed in agony, but it was too late. After killing one Sub-Saint, Lin Zifeng waved his hand to seize its Elemental Power Seed and charged at the others, ready to kill again.

"Kill!"

The twelve surrounded Lin Zifeng in unison, unwilling to separate. In single combat, they were no match for Lin Zifeng and thus opted to launch a fierce, combined assault.

But they weren’t capable of easily defeating him. The unleashed Heavenly Painting Halberd turned into two, and the Primordial Battle Banner soared with a blood-red glow, forming a whirlwind that enveloped everyone.

"Kill!"

Lin Zifeng uttered softly, his thoughts directing the Primordial Banner to annihilate all twelve, intending to acquire twelve Elemental Power Seeds, reaping great rewards without concern for consequences.

However, killing everyone instantly seemed unlikely due to time constraints.

Unless he took them out one by one. This pack of Western dogs, he was unsure which lord they served. Anyway, he wasn’t too famous in the West, so even if he killed many, no one would come after him.

He could kill as he wished.

Lin Zifeng chuckled, holding the Heavenly Painting Halberd. Any Sub-Saint within a hundred meters, trapped under his control, would face crushing Space Gravity. Though it might not kill them, it would halve their combat strength.

Yet these fellows were clever, refusing to engage him closely out of fear, retreating further as Lin Zifeng approached.

Engaging from afar.

No worries. Lin Zifeng removed himself from the battle circle, stowed the Primordial Banner, and fled since combat wasn’t feasible.

"Catch him! Don’t let him escape."

Having lost their target, all screamed hysterically, determined to capture and flay Lin Zifeng alive.

Lin Zifeng, no fool, simply ran as they chased after him.

He ran further and happened to collide head-first with the woman pursuing the handsome guy. The woman was filled with hatred, especially since Lin Zifeng and the others had spied on her. Now she had the urge to kill Lin Zifeng.

She pointed her sword directly at Lin Zifeng’s neck.

"Damn! Are you stupid? You’re aiding your enemy!" At the critical moment, he retreated to avoid being injured by her Sword Qi.

"I don’t need your crocodile tears. Come over and let me chop you!"

"Screw you! Take off your pants for me, and let me have my way with you. Do you agree?" Lin Zifeng cursed, mocking the idea that he was being taken for a fool.

"You! You damn scoundrel, I, Alina, will kill you!" The woman screamed hysterically as she shifted her sword’s aim towards Lin Zifeng.

"Damn! Are you crazy? I’m helping you against your enemy, and not a word of thanks; you repay kindness with enmity?" Lin Zifeng was speechless. If he had known, he wouldn’t have helped her and let her be killed by those Western ghosts.

Not like it concerned him in the slightest, risking himself for nothing, being a meddling idiot.

The twelve Sub-Saints surrounded Lin Zifeng and Alina in a crescent circle, gradually narrowing the encirclement.

"Let’s see where you run now?"

An elder among them scoffed coldly. The death of the Golden Lion at Lin Zifeng’s hands had enraged them all.

"You think you can trap me?" Lin Zifeng smirked coldly, the Primordial War Banner detached from the Heavenly Painting Halberd, hovering above him and spinning.

The intense Primordial Energy cascaded, part of the reason they wanted Lin Zifeng dead. The Heavenly Painting Halberd and the Primordial Battle Banner were precious treasures. Besides the Primordial Energy, the two superior Holy Artifacts were enough to provoke deadly conflict. Who wouldn’t want the Primordial Battle Banner?

"Humph, I’ll kill you first!"

The woman seemed more fixated on Lin Zifeng peeking at her, wielding her sword to strike again.

"Damn it!"

The handsome guy also arrived at this moment, observing the determined woman. Had he not seen her peeing, feeling slightly guilty, he wouldn’t endure being chased for killing.

Due to his guilty conscience, he lacked the courage to confront her directly, but now her relentless pursuit annoyed him.

Not only him, even Lin Zifeng began to feel irritated.

"Buzz!"

The War Sword sliced through the air, aiming at Lin Zifeng’s abdomen.

Lin Zifeng stood still, and just as the sword was about to reach him, he abruptly grasped the blade, preventing it from advancing further.

The robust Elemental Power controlled the sword, making it difficult for the woman to push it further despite exerting all her strength.

(Keep venting, the more you yell, the more it shows everyone still has expectations for Huahua. At least, no one’s given up on Huahua. These days, decorating the house, buying furniture, setting dates, so Huahua is incredibly busy.

Trying to write two novels simultaneously, striving to do justice to this book, aiming for a perfect ending, even if it takes until the year’s end.)

And don’t say Huahua is irresponsible. The pressure is immense, from life and writing two books. Don’t ask why. Getting married needs money, and with farmer parents, having not grown up wealthy, I don’t want them facing cold shoulders while borrowing.

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