Chapter 271: Suppress and Kill III

The Burning Blood Technique is the Lin Family's potential-burning art; it uses the depletion of one's Blood Qi foundation as a catalyst to accelerate and heighten one's capabilities in every aspect.

The time is also limited, and it can only be used when saving one's life; this moment is Lin Dong's life-saving moment.

Lin Dong exploded with his full strength in an instant, potential fully unleashed, wanting to evade this deadly crisis.

Yet, no matter how hard he tried, that sense of crisis remained tightly fixed upon him, unable to dissipate.

Without hesitation, Lin Dong continued to increase the burning of his Blood Qi Bone Strength, making his form move even faster to dodge the crisis perceived by his Martial Artist senses.

However, everything was already too late.

"Bang! Bang!..." The Mechanical Dog's machine gun suddenly opened fire, and a burst of bullets shot toward Lin Dong like raindrops.

Although Lin Dong's senses were sharp, facing such a dense attack, he could only do his best to dodge. Even though he exhausted his full strength, three bullets still struck him.

Lin Dong let out a muffled groan, his body trembling violently. He lowered his head to glance at his wounds; fresh blood was gushing from three bullet holes. He gritted his teeth, forcibly enduring the pain, and continued to charge forward.

Two wounds the size of an infant's fist were left on Lin Dong's stomach, with blood gushing out. His right arm, which he used for his Sword, had been struck by bullets and was somewhat twisted and deformed, clearly having suffered severe damage.

Sensing the crisis had passed, Lin Dong was shocked: "What kind of hidden weapon is this, to actually cause me such heavy injuries? I had already dodged with all my might and still got hit in three places."

The remaining Sword Hall disciples watching from the sidelines were even more dumbfounded; could such a powerful Martial Artist be so vulnerable in the hands of the Cheng Sect Master?

And what was the situation with that earth-shaking noise and the strange, ferocious monster?

Is this the strength of the Hong Sect Leader?

The neutral Su Qiang and his sister Su Min were also wearing expressions of disbelief; how could the powerful Lin Dong be injured like this in the blink of an eye?

Everyone's gaze turned toward Cheng Feng, each filled with admiration and incredulity.

Yet, Cheng Feng was even more surprised; previously, in the battle with the Green Bamboo Gang, the Mechanical Dog's bullets could easily blast bowl-sized holes in walls, with astonishing power.

Now, hitting the Lianzhan Martial Artist Lin Dong, it had actually caused such small wounds.

Furthermore, a Lianzhan Martial Artist could actually dodge a burst of gunfire????

A burst like that must have at least ten or so rounds!

And now there are only three wounds???

Is the physical toughness and explosive speed of a Lianzhan Martial Artist really this overpowered?

Cheng Feng had not expected that Lin Dong had utilized the secret art of Burning Blood to explode his potential to reach such a degree; after all, the bullets only lasted for an instant.

This created a sense of insecurity in Cheng Feng regarding himself, and he sighed slightly: "I am still too weak."

This caused Su Min, who was nearby, to roll her eyes: "So the five Bone Refining experts of my Su Family died for nothing???"

Wei Zhuang seized this opportunity and slammed a heavy punch fiercely into Lin Dong's chest. Lin Dong groaned, his figure involuntarily stumbling back several steps, and another large mouthful of blood sprayed out.

At this moment, the high-spirited look Lin Dong had earlier was long gone; the flesh on his cheeks seemed to have been sucked dry, caving in to reveal the skull beneath, and his body seemed to have shrunk by a size.

He looked up at Cheng Feng, a flash of surprise and unwillingness in his eyes. Enduring the pain, he shouted intermittently: "Des... despicable, villain."

A cold sneer curled the corner of Cheng Feng's mouth, a cunning light flickering in his eyes. He stepped forward and lightly patted Wei Zhuang on the shoulder, signaling him to step back, then slowly walked forward a few steps to confront Lin Dong.

"Lin Dong, in this world, the strong are respected. Since we cannot reach an agreement, then we must rely on our own abilities. Su Min, and that object—my Hong Sect is determined to obtain them." Cheng Feng's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable firmness, as if everything were under his control.

Hearing the words he had just spoken repeated by Cheng Feng, Lin Dong's face suddenly burned, turning incomparably red. He roared in anger: "You... you actually dare to speak to me like this!" As he spoke, he used all his remaining strength, clenched his fist with his only remaining left hand, and smashed it fiercely toward Cheng Feng.

However, Lin Dong was already severely injured at this point, his strength far less than before. Watching Lin Dong's fist approach, Cheng Feng showed a trace of disdainful laughter on his face and easily reached out his right hand to grab Lin Dong's fist.

Watching Cheng Feng easily block his attack, a sense of despair surged in Lin Dong's heart. He knew he could no longer defeat Cheng Feng, but he still refused to give up, attempting to break free from Cheng Feng's control.

Just at this moment, a Sword suddenly appeared in Cheng Feng's previously empty hand, and he swung it toward Lin Dong's neck without hesitation.

Lin Dong's eyes widened, wanting to dodge but it was already too late; a flash of cold light streaked by, and Lin Dong's head instantly flew up, blood splattering everywhere.

The headless corpse fell to the ground, losing the breath of life. Cheng Feng stood quietly to the side, watching Lin Dong's corpse, a cold light flickering in his eyes.

Taking advantage of the motion of flicking the blood off the blade, Cheng Feng held the Sword vertically behind his back, reached out again, and the Sword in his hand had already vanished without a trace.

In the distance, Wei Zhuang witnessed the entire process, his eyes narrowing sharply. He noticed that when Cheng Feng used the Silver Feather Blade, his movements were extremely swift and concealed, to the point that he hadn't even seen how Cheng Feng had produced and stowed the Silver Feather Blade.

Not a single one of the Hong Sect disciples had seen it clearly either.

Wei Yin said to Situ Jian with a heavy expression: "Did you see it clearly?"

Situ Jian also shook his head in disbelief: "It was too sudden; it was as if the Sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and then suddenly disappeared."

Su Qiang was silent: "This move..."

Su Min was also stunned; is he really this powerful?

Cheng Feng had shown a small display of skill, which could be considered a silent deterrent to these Sword Hall disciples who had been forcibly subdued into the Hong Sect.

Wei Zhuang's strength could steadily suppress them, which was naturally fine, but Cheng Feng did not want anyone to harbor any unrealistic fantasies.

One Wei Zhuang is not enough, but what if you add himself, who can hide his tracks?

The Hong Sect is currently Cheng Feng's biggest asset; Cheng Feng does not want a major purge, as mid-to-high-level combat power is still needed.

Coming here this time was originally to test whether that mysterious hidden Lianzhan Martial Artist from the Lin Mansion was in the group; after all, logically speaking, there was a high probability they were not, but he came just in case.

Yet he did not expect that a Lianzhan Martial Artist would still have a certain degree of resistance to machine gun bullets.

If they wore specialized armor, the utility of the Mechanical Dog would likely become smaller and smaller.

So, do I still need to improve my own strength?

Watching Cheng Feng fall into deep thought, Wei Zhuang also began to reflect on himself; for the Hong Sect to Expand its territory, he still needs to have powerful strength, and Bone Refining is clearly no longer enough.

Wei Zhuang sighed slightly: "Still too weak!"

Su Min, who was nearby: "What is wrong with you people?????"