Chapter 23

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Feng's fist had already smashed into his chest, interrupting Muli's shouting.

Seeing Muli lying lifeless on the ground, a surge of vengeful satisfaction instantly rose in Lin Feng's heart.

He kept the matter of blocking the cave entrance in mind.

At the same time, he frowned slightly; although the Wolf Head Mercenary Corps had still spread the news of the cave, which was within his expectations, it still made him feel somewhat troublesome.

One could imagine that Xiao Yixian's days in Qing Shan Town were not going to be easy.

It seemed that after dealing with the three regiment leaders of the Wolf Head, it would be necessary to make a trip back to Qing Shan Town.

After all, rescuing a beauty from dire straits would greatly increase the chances of winning Xiao Yixian over.

Furthermore, after a few years, when Xiao Yixian grows up, she will become a Dou Zong-level expert.

On the Northwest Continent, a Dou Zong-level expert would be of tremendous help to him.

Having planned his next moves, Lin Feng immediately remained true to his original intent, crouched down, and pried the space ring from Muli's finger.

After searching for a while, he found the items were decent; at least there was a low-tier Mysterious Tier battle skill and a high-tier Yellow Tier cultivation method.

After also checking the other few guards, he then turned and headed straight toward the direction of the other camp...

The other unit, the three regiment leaders of the Wolf Head Mercenary Corps, Hemong.

At that moment, he was sitting on the couch in the main tent, holding a raggedly clothed beautiful woman, somewhat impatiently listening to his subordinate's report.

After groping the beautiful woman for a while, he could no longer bear it, waved his hand, and said irritably, 'Enough, I have business to attend to now; you go out first, and we'll talk about Muli's matter after a minute.'

'Regiment Leader, since last night the vice-regiment leader's side has lost contact; this morning I already sent three squads to investigate, one of which is led by a seven-star fighter like me.'

That mercenary paused a moment, his expression somewhat fearful, and continued, 'But without exception, all have lost contact; likely the vice-regiment leader's side has met with an accident, so you probably need to personally lead a team to check it out.'

'Alright, I have my own arrangements; you, go out first!'

Seeing Hemong's fierce gaze, that mercenary had no choice but to reluctantly retreat from the tent...

Half a minute later, Hemong at this point had no desires or demands, and no longer bore his earlier irritable appearance.

After walking out of the tent, seeing the subordinate immediately approach, he then recalled the matter and asked, 'When was the last time we communicated with Muli's side?'

The subordinate hurriedly replied, 'Yesterday morning, at that time the vice-regiment leader's side said everything was normal, but after that there was no word at all.'

'Alright, you now gather everyone else back; I'll go myself.'

Hemong's thoughts had now returned to normal; after hearing the subordinate's report, he also felt this was unusual, so he decided to go in person.

'Yes.' That person, upon hearing it, hurriedly took out a signal flare and set it off.

As a flare exploded in the sky above the camp, the surrounding mercenaries also rushed toward the camp's direction.

'How come only you few came back?'

After waiting a moment, Hemong saw only a handful of mercenaries return to the camp, and immediately flew into a rage, shouting.

Seeing Hemong lose his temper, those few mercenaries hurriedly replied, 'Regiment Leader, we don't know either; upon hearing the signal flare explode, we rushed here immediately, and we didn't see any other brothers along the way.'

Having licked blood on the blade of the Magic Beast Mountain Range for so many years, upon hearing this Hemong instantly sensed something wrong and exclaimed sharply, 'What?! Then why haven't you... who is it?!'

Before Hemong could finish speaking, he saw a black shadow fly toward him, quickly reached out and grabbed it, then let out a muffled groan as a tremendous force shoved him back ten or so steps.

Without time to worry about his numb arms, Hemong lowered his head to look at the object in his hand, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

The object that flew in turned out to be a corpse.

Moreover, the corpse's clothing bore a wolf head pattern, clearly indicating it was one of their mercenary corps.

And Hemong recognized this corpse; it was one of the few seven-star fighters of the Wolf Head Mercenary Corps.

'Who dares to kill my Wolf Head Mercenary Corps' people?' Hemong, seeing this, roared toward the direction from which the corpse had flown.

'Heh, if you want to claim my bounty, you'd better prepare to be killed by me.'

Lin Feng gave a cold chuckle, his figure slowly emerging from the woods, and said lightly.

Seeing Lin Feng's figure gradually reveal itself, that youthful face caused Hemong to startle.

Immediately, the information from his own mercenary corps' bounty order flashed into his mind.

In an instant, a glint of greed appeared in his eyes.

When he had entered the Magic Beast Mountain Range to investigate, he had also visited that cave, and naturally knew that its master's strength was not low.

Whatever was left inside the cave must certainly not be ordinary; it is highly likely to be that Mysterious Tier skill or battle technique.

He licked his lips, Hemong gave a sinister smile, and said, 'Kid, as long as you hand over the items you obtained from the cave, I'll let you go—how about that?'

'Heh, do you take me for a fool? If I give you the stuff, will you let me go?'

Lin Feng curled the corner of his mouth and said amusedly.

'Kid, since you refuse a toast and will be forced to drink a penalty, then I'll kill you and take the items anyway!'

Having said that, he curled his lips into a bloodthirsty smile, Hemong gave a grim chuckle, and stomped his foot heavily on the ground.

'Yellow Tier high-level battle skill, Rock Collision!'

Grayish-white battle qi surged over his body; afterward, Hemong's skin began to turn grayish-white, looking like rock at first glance.

Immediately, like a gigantic magic beast, he charged straight at Lin Feng with a violent rush.

Watching Hemong come crashing at him, Lin Feng gave a contemptuous smile; an eight-star fighter plus a Yellow Tier skill battle technique posed no threat whatsoever to him.

He raised his palm, and the surging battle qi blew his originally soft sleeves into a rustling sound.

With a booming sound, Lin Feng's figure instantly vanished from the spot and shot toward Hemong.

'Sure enough, it's a Mysterious Tier battle skill!'

Watching Lin Feng's movements, Hemong's pupils narrowed slightly, then he exclaimed excitedly, 'Haha, it seems the Mysterious Tier battle skill will ultimately be mine.'

'Bang!'

Lin Feng's palm struck Hemong's body with a boom, the crimson battle qi colliding with Hemong's rock-like skin.

'Hn.'

Hemong let out a muffled groan, feeling a force transmitted through his skin from the struck point, penetrating deep into his body.

His internal organs, under immense pressure, rapidly ruptured, and immediately, blood began to spurt continuously from the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, Lin Feng's Mysterious Tier fighting skill caused him severe injury.

Fortunately, He Meng's physique was excellent; although he knew his internal injuries were uncontrolled and would become dangerous later.

But under the lure of high-tier fighting skill, he barely endured it, snarling savagely: 'Kid, it seems your fighting skill can't break my defense; just admit defeat.'

'Oh, is that so? Then I'll increase the force now.'

Lin Feng smiled, glanced down at the skin around his palm, which was already shattered and white.

He quickly raised his palm, unleashed the Scarlet Fire Palm again, and fiercely struck He Meng.