Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1228 It's really a ghost story!

The straight sword struck Atsumi Kounosuke's body, head, arms, and legs with a series of muffled thuds.

Even Atsumi Akiyama, who was standing not far away, felt uncomfortable all over, as if a straight knife was cutting into him.

Atsumi Konosuke was completely on the defensive, gritting his teeth to withstand two blows. He wanted to retaliate, but Lin Feng raised his right hand, and with a loud bang, iron sand came flying at his face again.

The fleeting opportunity vanished without a trace.

In the darkness of the fields, a blurry figure could be seen, its movements indistinct, only the sound of thumping could be heard.

After countless clangs, a clang finally rang out, and the straight sword was cleaved in two by Lin Feng.

He threw away the broken sword and, before Atsumi Konosuke could react, pounced on him and began punching and kicking him.

His punches and kicks were still sharp, and he used his internal energy very skillfully. In addition, Lin Feng's internal energy was profound. Every punch and kick he threw carried the force of the wind and hit Atsumi Yukinosuke. It was not much better than being hit by a straight knife.

Atsumi Akiyama stood not far away, completely dumbfounded.

In her mind, her father had always been an invincible figure, a god-like figure, but at this moment, his image collapsed.

Atsumi Akiyama only met her father when she was a child. In her mind at that time, Atsumi Konosuke was aloof, tall, and never smiled at anyone.

As I grew older, I heard the legends about my father, and everyone who told them wore an expression of immense admiration.

Atsumi Akiyama considered it a very ordinary thing that his father could bring him out of prison so easily, and even when he spoke to Lin Feng, he carried the air of a superior.

A combination of factors caused Atsumi Akiyama to lose her balance, as if she had fallen from a tall building.

How could things have turned out this way?

Even within the sect, my father was a respected and powerful figure.

How could he not even defeat the leader of the Zhenxi Army, an ordinary cultivator, or a general of a secular army?

Moreover, he was tortured into this state.

With her keen eyesight, all she could see was her father being beaten so badly that he was completely helpless.

This must be an illusion. How could the pillar of the Atsumi family possibly be defeated?

But the truth is, Atsumi Konosuke couldn't hold on any longer. The successive blows were too much for him, both physically and mentally.

Lin Feng's punches and kicks were too heavy. After the straight knife strike, he followed up with a heavy punch and a powerful kick.

I couldn't hold on any longer, no matter how hard I tried.

Face is a small matter, life is a big matter.

Atsumi Konosuke rolled around on the ground for what seemed like the umpteenth time, covered in dirt and disheveled, his current state of disarray indescribable.

But Lin Feng didn't stop, which fueled his hatred.

This kid is going too far. He doesn't even leave an opening, and his continuous punches and kicks are not only fast but also heavy.

In Atsumi Yukinosuke's heart, every moment was an unbearable torment. He hoped that Lin Feng would stop on his own, because he had clearly lost the ability to resist.

It was just a subconscious defensive movement.

Atsumi Akiyama realized that his father couldn't hold on any longer, so he screamed and rushed forward.

Unfortunately, her abilities were too weak. Even at her peak, she couldn't withstand a single punch from Lin Feng, let alone now that she had just been released from prison and was extremely weak.

Although she was very brave, she was struck in the chest by a blow that emerged from among countless fists and feet.

Atsumi Akiyama's body, like a leaf blown by the wind, drifted and tumbled in mid-air, falling four or five zhang away.

He lost consciousness for a moment.

Seeing his daughter's fate unknown, Atsumi Konosuke broke down and screamed loudly.

"Stop, stop!"

Lin Feng then stopped punching and kicking, standing there slightly out of breath.

Atsumi Konosuke collapsed onto the ground, his body almost becoming one with it, his entire body covered in earth, lying on his back.

He was gasping for breath and unable to speak.

Lin Feng pressed his hand against the broken sword at his lower back to stop it from moving.

The two people in front of her were Atsumi Harumi's father and her own sister. Although they were both formidable enemies, a trace of hesitation still lingered in her heart.

Knowing that what I did was wrong, I should have taken action and killed those two people.

Despite struggling intensely, he remained standing there, lost in thought.

Atsumi Konosuke finally caught his breath and felt pain all over his body. There were several places where bones might have been broken, causing unbearable pain and making it impossible for him to move.

"You...which sect are you a disciple of?"

He had to take Lin Feng seriously; this guy, who was capable of killing him, was indeed terrifyingly powerful.

It's important to understand that among cultivators in secluded sects, whose abilities and methods are roughly equal, it's very difficult to kill each other.

From enduring Lin Feng's punches and kicks, he also realized that this person's internal strength was not strong, but his true qi was extremely abundant.

Despite possessing immense strength and endurance, he was unable to deliver a precise and fatal blow in a short period of time.

Even so, he was still beaten into a pulp by the opponent's repeated blows and eventually died.

"I belong to no sect or school; I am just a rogue cultivator."

Atsumi Yukinosuke was skeptical of Lin Feng's words.

Judging from Lin Feng's internal energy cultivation method, it is indeed as if he came from a self-taught background.

However, how could a rogue cultivator possess such profound internal strength?

Even he, who had cultivated for decades, had to admire the depth of the other party's true energy.

This trip was truly bizarre.

"We have no major enmity, can we end this here?"

Lin Feng sneered: "If we were to switch perspectives, would you have spared my life?"

Atsumi Konosuke fell silent.

To be honest, if I had the upper hand, I would never have let Lin Feng live.

"As long as I am alive, our Atsumi family will remain a great family in Dahe. I can promise you that the Atsumi family will never set foot on Dahe's territory again."

Lin Feng shook his head.

“Our Atsumi family can force the Oni-maki family, the Mizukawa family, and the Tsuruta family to withdraw from the Great Territory.”

Lin Feng was somewhat tempted. These pirate families, who were the first to land, accounted for nearly half of the entire Dahe army. If they could withdraw, it would be a heavy blow to the pirates.

Seeing that Lin Feng was still hesitant.

With a heavy heart, Atsumi Konosuke raised his hand and pointed at Atsumi Akiyama, who was lying not far away.

"You've seen my daughter; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she's a beauty of unparalleled grace. I'll take it upon myself to give her to you as a concubine."

Lin Feng sighed inwardly; this old fellow had really gone to great lengths to survive.

"How could I possibly take a woman from another ethnic group as a concubine?"

Atsumi Konosuke pondered for a moment.

"Very well, I can tell you a military secret in exchange for my and my daughter's lives. What do you say?"

Lin Feng thought this was a good idea.

"Oh? Tell me."

"If I kill you, Lin Feng, tonight, Tokugawa Iemochi will launch an attack early tomorrow morning, bypassing your military camp outside Ganqing Prefecture and heading straight for Funing Prefecture."

Lin Feng immediately sneered.

"He's courting death. Any general with a brain wouldn't make such a decision."

"There's no other way. You've blocked the river supply line, so he has no choice but to take this desperate gamble to survive. Besides, as long as you're not here, the Zhenxi Army will be leaderless, which might allow him to turn the tide of the battle."