I Am King

Chapter 199 Too Slow, Hurry Up

On the other side, Wei Jixiang was in a much more miserable state. He was being chased and hacked by a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties with a samurai sword. He kept running away in the crowd, and his suit was hacked into tatters. If you looked closely, you could see that the torn places on his clothes were stained with blood.

"Crazy brother, save me."

Just as Wei Jixiang rolled on the ground to avoid the middle-aged man's knife and used the momentum to distance himself, he saw Qin Feng, who was watching the show in the distance with a knife in his hand. Seeing the middle-aged man rushing towards him with the knife in his hand again, he shouted loudly.

"Fuck!" Qin Feng cursed in his heart. He thought Wei Jixiang could still hold out, so he was prepared to watch the show for a while longer, letting him suffer a little so that he could practice hard in the future. But now that Wei Jixiang was shouting, he couldn't continue watching the show.

"Are you the crazy brother they are talking about?"

Wei Jixiang's shouting not only disturbed Qin Feng's watching the show, but also stopped the middle-aged man who was rushing towards him. The middle-aged man looked Qin Feng up and down. He really couldn't believe that it was such a young man who looked less than 20 years old who killed the big boss who made him unable to raise his head.

"... all the people in front of us, please get out of the way?"

Without answering the middle-aged man's question, Qin Feng pulled out the Tang sword, threw the scabbard to Dabao beside him, and made a starting gesture for the (Qin Family Sword Technique).

【5.4.3.2.1】

He silently counted five numbers in his mind, then swung his sword. The sword led him, and the whole person began to spin like a large gyroscope. In just a few breaths, he entered the battlefield and turned towards the middle-aged man. Those who blocked his way either had their hands broken or were cut in half. Soon, a bloody path about one and a half meters wide was formed with him as the center.

The middle-aged man looked at the bloody path Qin Feng passed by, and his pupils dilated instantly. [How could there be such a knife technique? ] When he was young, he was also a famous master in the martial arts world. Today, the title of South District (Tiger Lord) was earned by him with his claws and swords, but he had never seen such a strange and fast knife technique.

Just when he was shocked by Qin Feng's swordsmanship and was a little dazed, Qin Feng was only three or four meters away from him. He instinctively raised his sword and slashed towards Qin Feng.

"Dang...Dangdang", three consecutive sounds, the two men's swords collided three times in one breath. Tiger Master was knocked back seven or eight steps before he stopped, and Qin Feng's rotation was also interrupted.

After regaining his footing, Tiger Lord gripped the samurai sword again with trembling hands, and drops of blood dripped from the hilt.

"I'm not here to grab territory, I just want you to give me an explanation."

Lord Tiger, holding the samurai sword tightly, stared at Qin Feng and said.

"You've come to my territory, and you're telling me this isn't a territorial grab?"

After being interrupted by Tiger Lord, Qin Feng did not continue to attack. Instead, he swung the Tang sword in his hand and recalled the feeling of swinging the sword just now. [This arm-breaking... (Qin family swordsmanship) is really good, especially the first few moves are very suitable for group battles].

In the past, Qin Feng said that he could beat up hundreds of ordinary gangsters. There might be some bragging in it, but after he acquired... (Qin family swordsmanship), he felt that he could really beat up hundreds of ordinary gangsters. Even if he used the unit of measurement of Chen Haonan, beating up a hundred Chen Haonans should have no problem at all.

"This is a misunderstanding. I wanted to talk to you, but later..."

"It's just bullshit. That's what annoys me the most."

After recalling the feeling of swinging the knife just now, Qin Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He used the power of his elastic leg and stomped hard on the ground. He rushed towards Tiger Lord like an arrow. In just a moment, he appeared in front of Tiger Lord and raised his knife to chop at Tiger Lord.

After fighting with Qin Feng three times, Tiger Lord realized the gap in strength between himself and Qin Feng, and wanted to talk to Qin Feng, but he didn't expect Qin Feng to give him no chance to speak. Looking at the Tang sword approaching him, he hurriedly raised the sword to block it. With a "bang", the two swords collided, and a brilliant spark splashed out. After the sparks splashed, Tiger Lord was knocked back a few steps. Qin Feng was relentless and continued to swing his sword forward. The sound of metal clashing continued to ring, and sparks continued to bloom where the two swords collided.

"Too slow...too slow...faster...faster."

Qin Feng roared loudly while swinging his sword. With each roar, the speed of his sword swinging would increase. Tiger Master kept retreating in the sound of Qin Feng's roars. The blood on his hands kept flowing. Finally, when he retreated to a corner, he had no way to retreat anymore. Facing Qin Feng's chopping knife, he could only raise his sword to block it. With another "bang", Qin Feng's sword hit Tiger Master's long sword and pressed down hard. Tiger Master was forced to kneel down, and the Tang sword also hit Tiger Master's shoulder.

"...Master Tiger."

The Twelve Young Master, who was fighting with Feng Yuxiu, had been paying attention to this side since Qin Feng made his move. When he saw Tiger Master being hit on the shoulder by Qin Feng's knife, he tried his best to block Feng Yuxiu's knife and wanted to rush over to save him. However, he had just run two steps towards this side when Feng Yuxiu jumped up and swung his knife at him again. Facing this knife, he had to raise his knife to continue blocking. However, this blocking was different from the previous fight between the two men. Although he was at a disadvantage just now, he was still able to fight back and forth with Feng Yuxiu. This time he wanted to save Tiger Master, so he withdrew his hand, allowing Feng Yuxiu to seize the opportunity. All he had left was to face Feng Yuxiu's continuous attacks.

"Dang dang dang", there was a series of sounds of metal clashing. Feng Yuxiu chopped four times in a row, but they were all blocked by Twelve Young Master. Seeing that his own knife was blocked by Twelve Young Master and Qin Feng's fight was over, Feng Yuxiu gave up the idea of ​​continuing to compete with Twelve Young Master in swordsmanship. He turned around and chopped again. There was another sound of metal clashing. As expected, this knife was blocked. However, Feng Yuxiu's real killer move was not this knife. When the two knives collided, he instantly kicked Twelve Young Master in the abdomen. Twelve Young Master was kicked away in an instant. Feng Yuxiu took advantage of the situation and exerted force with his legs. He was in the air. When he fell, he kicked Twelve Young Master with a downward kick. Twelve Young Master was hit by this kick and fell to the ground like a sack. Feng Yuxiu took advantage of the situation and stepped on Twelve Young Master's chest.

"Ahem..., you definitely can't beat me so quickly in a sword fight."

After being stepped on the chest by Feng Yuxiu, Twelve Young Master spat out two mouthfuls of blood and said with an indignant look on his face.

"Indeed, if we were only competing in swordsmanship, I would need at least dozens of moves to defeat you, but my boss might not be able to wait."

Hearing Feng Yuxiu talking about his boss, Twelve Young Master immediately tilted his head and looked at Qin Feng. At this time, Qin Feng had already arranged for his subordinates to tie up Tiger Master. Holding a Tang sword, he glanced at Tiger Master's subordinates who had retreated together.

"Do you want to live or die? Choose for yourself. If you want to live, put down your knife and squat to the left. If you want to die, that's fine. I can satisfy you. Now I'll count to five and you can choose. If you don't choose, I'll assume you want to die."

“5…4…3…2…1”