Chapter 1202: First Volume, Chapter 1202: A Few Petty Outlaws

First Volume, Chapter 1202: A Few Petty Outlaws

Gasps erupted one after another inside the Ancestral Hall.

The women and children of Maguan Village all stared, dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes.

Just moments ago, the three Ma brothers had combined their strength yet failed to pose any real threat to Chen Yanzong, let alone resist him.

Yet Qin Feng had knocked Chen Yanzong to the ground with a single blow, leaving him rolling helplessly in the dirt—this gap was simply too vast!

"My heavens, is the Prince of Qin really that powerful? He took down that vile soldier with just one strike."

"If he's a prince, isn't it only natural he's this strong?"

"Wow, our village is finally saved! If only the Prince of Qin had arrived sooner, we wouldn't have lost so many people."

"The Prince did his best—didn't you hear him tell Xiao Mazi? He came straight from Gusu City in one-Strike Victory."

"Isn't Gusu City at least a hundred li away from here?"

"The Prince rode a hundred li through the night just to save us—what merit do we even have… he's a prince!"

The women and children wept uncontrollably; though Qin Feng's arrival in Maguan Village was undoubtedly a miracle to them.

Yet… knowing he was a prince, they felt overwhelmed, almost as if it weren't real—like a beautiful dream.

They feared that if they woke, they'd still face the same horrific slaughter.

The little boy, Xiao Mazi, who had been paralyzed by terror, now stared blankly at Qin Feng.

In his mind, his father and uncle were the strongest men in Heaven and Earth.

Until he met Chen Yanzong—he couldn't understand how one man could so easily slaughter the entire Ma family.

Just as Xiao Mazi's worldview was about to collapse, Qin Feng's arrival shattered his understanding once again.

That nearly invincible soldier couldn't even block a single strike from Qin Feng…

He clenched his fists, his gaze toward Qin Feng growing hotter, more reverent.

In all of Heaven and Earth, only one person could avenge him—this prince, who had descended like a Divine Artifact.

At this moment, the most stunned person was undoubtedly Chen Yanzong.

Chen Yanzong had been confident: if Qin Feng dared to be alone, he could easily torture and kill him—after all, back in Ming County, Qin Feng had been surrounded by Black Cavalry, which is why he'd been so arrogant.

Without guards around him, what was Qin Feng? Just another pampered noble.

But when Chen Yanzong finally had the chance to face Qin Feng alone, reality cruelly slapped his face.

Qin Feng, who almost never fought personally, had unleashed such ferocity when he did—his martial prowess rivaled even the finest Zhonglang Jiang.

"This… how is this possible?!"

"How can there be a prince this strong? You're a fraud!"

Watching Chen Yanzong's near-hysterical state, Qin Feng's eyes grew even more contemptuous.

"How many princes have you seen, to dare speak so rashly?"

"The Prince of Liang has led armies for decades, unmatched in valor, striking terror into the hearts of the Northern Di—how could you possibly comprehend?"

Qin Feng didn't find Chen Yanzong laughable—he found him pitiful.

His vision was so narrow, he was a frog at the bottom of a well; his understanding of "prince" relied entirely on his own arrogant delusions.

Not even princes—any Imperial Cousin—lacks the courage to lead troops and fight on the Battlefield.

After all, the Six Arts are mandatory for Imperial Relatives; they train rigorously in horsemanship and archery from childhood.

With countless masters guiding them since youth, yet still weaker than some common country thug? How absurd!

Whether the Prince of Liang or Prince Li Lang, which one isn't a warrior unmatched by ten thousand men?

Even Li Zhang, famed for civil governance, doesn't mean he lacks martial skill.

Hasn't he personally led armies into battle himself?

"I will spare one alive to interrogate for Wu Heli's hiding place—but you? You will die."

Facing Qin Feng's cold, unyielding command, Chen Yanzong refused to accept it—he rose, drew his Hand Knife, and glared fiercely at Qin Feng.

"In this life, I will achieve greatness—I won't fall at your hands!"

"Qin Feng, you think you can kill me? Dream on!"

"I am Chen Yanzong—this name will one day shake Heaven."

Hearing Chen Yanzong's grand boasts, Qin Feng simply tossed him one line: "Heart higher than heaven, fate thinner than paper."

Chen Yanzong exploded: "Shut your mouth!"

"Let's see how long you can keep acting so bold."

Chen Yanzong charged straight at Qin Feng. When Qin Feng thrust his Warhorse Spear, Chen Yanzong didn't dodge—he knew Qin Feng stood still, unable to use the Warhorse's momentum, so his strike must lack power.

As Chen Yanzong expected, the spear struck his breastplate with a sharp "ding!" and could not pierce further.

Chen Yanzong slashed through the spear shaft, pressed forward, and in an instant reached the Warhorse's head.

As everyone held their breath, Chen Yanzong was certain Qin Feng would be terrified, trembling, and fall from the saddle—yet he realized in despair that Qin Feng's expression hadn't changed at all.

Still cold, still disdainful.

The next moment, Qin Feng pulled the Reins—and his Warhorse charged straight into Chen Yanzong.

Boom!

Chen Yanzong flew backward again—this time, his internal organs trembled violently.

He clutched his chest, face pale, staring blankly at Qin Feng: "Bastard…"

Qin Feng sat high atop his Warhorse, voice icy: "Frog at the bottom of a well—do you know how much effort I've poured into riding Warhorses?"

"The Warhorses bred in Beixi County are those brave enough to charge alongside Heavy Cavalry and break enemy lines."

"And who told you I only command from behind the formation?"

"When I led my troops against the Northern Di's Chen Si, you were still breaking into homes and robbing villagers."

"Martial arts with fists and feet are meaningless on the battlefield."

"Armor can negate all advantages of fist and foot techniques; strength and endurance are the true path."

Qin Feng dismounted, drew a battle knife from his saddle, and strode toward Chen Yanzong.

"I remember now—in Ming County, if Wu Heli had not sacrificed himself to save you, you would already have been trampled into meat mud by horse hooves."

"A mere bandit, dare you aspire to be my opponent? Madness pushed to its extreme is stupidity."

"If it were Wu Heli, I might send troops to surround and kill him. As for you? Why use an ox knife to kill a chicken?"

What?!

Why use an ox knife to kill a chicken?

To Chen Yanzong, these words were a disgrace; he had sworn to spare no cost to carve out a great achievement, yet in the end, before Qin Feng, he was merely a jumping clown?

"Qin Feng, go die!"

Chen Yanzong seized his hand knife again and slashed at Qin Feng.