Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1050 Hide and Seek

This result was unacceptable to Tsuruta Cho.

Seeing Lin Feng slumped to the floor, his eyes glazed over but showing no signs of injury, what went wrong?

The smile on Tsuruta Cho's face vanished, replaced by utter astonishment. In her delicate white hands, the celadon wine cup had been crushed into pieces.

The hall on the third floor of the restaurant was completely silent.

Tsuruta Ichiro's eyes darted back and forth, glancing at Lin Feng and then at Tsuruta Cho.

He felt like a clown, making a fool of himself in front of the two of them, only to be laughed at, while he was treated as someone who had made a name for himself.

Lin Feng's sword speed made him realize the gap between himself and a master, and Tsuruta Cho's methods made him even more terrified.

As expected, my father was absolutely right. The result of making me wait was that I discovered I was a clown.

The restaurant owner was old and had seen a lot in life, so he didn't act foolishly. He casually tossed a wine pot off the table.

In the otherwise quiet night, the wine jug flew out of the window and crashed onto the street, making a shattering sound that was clearly audible to everyone.

Lin Feng knew this was a code, probably a signal to send people in to deal with him.

He touched his chest, which was a little sore from the impact. Luckily, the broken sword had blocked it; otherwise, with his fragile bones, he would have been pierced through from front to back by the enemy's hidden weapon.

Without giving it much thought, the broken sword had already warned him that the little girl in front of him was no ordinary person; he had just assumed that.

Holding onto the wall behind him, Lin Feng slowly stood up, grinning at Tsuruta Cho.

Before he could make a move, he heard figures moving around the restaurant. Then, several windows on three sides were smashed open, and many black-clad warriors rushed in, brandishing knives.

The black-clad samurai charged forward, while Tsuruta Ichiro, Tsuruta Cho, and the three restaurant owners retreated together, sliding down the stairs.

They ran fast, giving Lin Feng no time to make a move.

The first black-clad warrior had already rushed up to him, his straight blade slashing down from mid-air with overwhelming force.

Lin Feng didn't draw his knife. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the man's collar, using the momentum to throw him, knife and all, out of the window beside him.

Just as the black-clad warrior emerged from the window, the sound of arrows whistling through the air filled the air. The next moment, the sound of arrows piercing flesh was chilling.

Lin Feng didn't have time to carefully sense the situation before the black-clad warriors around him rushed forward, swords drawn.

Knowing it was unwise to peek out the window rashly, Lin Feng drew his sword and stepped forward, unleashing his Wind-Splitting Blade technique. His movements were agile, his straight blade twisting and turning in mid-air, sometimes thrusting out, sometimes flipping.

Throughout the three-story hall of the restaurant, black-clad warriors, arranged in a staggered manner, danced as if in a dance, each wielding their swords wildly, yet their target remained unknown.

In just a few breaths, Lin Feng had reached the top of the third-floor staircase. The dozen or so black-clad warriors behind him, as if drunk, swayed and collapsed on the floor, rolling around a few times before falling still.

Lin Feng shook his head and went downstairs.

There was no one on the second floor, and even the lights had been turned off. Apart from a few specks of light coming in through the windows, it was completely dark.

Lin Feng glanced at the stairwell on the second floor, turned around, went to the north side of the floor, grabbed a stool, and threw it out the window.

The bench smashed the carved window sash and flipped over, flying out of the window.

As before, countless arrows followed. In Lin Feng's mind, the half-zhang-long bench was already riddled with arrows before it even hit the ground.

As Lin Feng hesitated, a knock came from one of the windows, and black-clad warriors rushed in.

I don't know how many people Tsuruta-oka sent, but they were all brave warriors who disregarded life and death.

Lin Feng sheathed his straight sword and began to use his agile footwork, grabbing and pulling with both hands. As soon as he caught the black-clad warrior's collar, he would use the momentum to throw him away.

He applied the right amount of force; when the body loses its support and has nowhere to borrow strength, it can only let Lin Feng do as he pleases.

The dozen or so black-clad warriors who broke in were circled around by Lin Feng and then thrown out through various windows.

Unlike rushing into the restaurant, where they came in alive and were thrown out alive, they landed with arrows all over their bodies and became dead.

Lin Feng estimated that there must be thousands of archers around the restaurant. As soon as there is any movement, they will start shooting arrows. No matter who you are, you are only allowed to enter and not leave.

Lin Feng had already arrived on the first floor, which was still empty and dark, with no movement whatsoever.

Before he could find a suitable exit, he heard the sound of arrows hitting the building outside, clattering like raindrops on banana leaves.

Is this going to be an indiscriminate attack?

The next moment, the entire three-story restaurant began to light up, with countless fires covering the entire building.

This was caused by pirates using rockets to hit the building and set the wooden structure ablaze.

In an effort to force Lin Feng to leave, they went so far as to burn down a three-story restaurant.

Lin Feng wasn't afraid of arrow attacks, but it would be undignified for him to rush out like that.

But they didn't care whether it was inside or outside; as long as a living thing appeared outside the building, they would just shoot.

Lin Feng stretched for a few more moments, but the fire gradually grew larger, and the building gradually filled with smoke and dust, making it difficult for him to breathe.

A three-story wooden restaurant was engulfed in flames, illuminating the surroundings.

Countless archers, with bows drawn and arrows nocked, stood on the rooftops and walls surrounding the restaurant, keeping a close watch on the open space in front of it. At the slightest sign of trouble, they would fire their arrows.

The black-clad warriors stopped charging into the building, distanced themselves, and waited around with their knives drawn.

Lin Feng was embarrassed. Was he supposed to fight his way out?

It seems quite humiliating. A cultivator from a secluded sect is not on the same level as these ordinary people. It's one thing to casually defend, counterattack, or kill someone, but to rush out and attack in public is simply beneath one's dignity.

Seeing that the building was filled with thick smoke, even though he was good at holding his breath, he couldn't stay there any longer. If the restaurant burned any longer, it would probably collapse.

Just as Lin Feng, who was at his wit's end, was about to bite the bullet and rush out, he heard someone shout from the corner.

"My lord, my lord, are you still there?"

The man used a very formal language, which Lin Feng understood very well.

"who is it?"

"My lord, this way, come this way quickly."

Lin Feng quickly ran towards the sound, his senses probing forward, and found it was a waiter from the restaurant, half of his body sticking out, waving anxiously.

"Sir, come here, there's a tunnel over here, quick... cough cough cough..."

The waiter was choking on the smoke. He covered his mouth and nose while looking around, even though he couldn't see anything.

Lin Feng came to his side, grabbed his arm, and followed Xiao Er into the tunnel entrance.

Lin Feng thought this was a good way to escape, but when the restaurant was burned to ashes, he couldn't find his body.

What would the pirates think?

This person was extremely mysterious. Thousands of soldiers stared wide-eyed, not blinking, but they still couldn't see how he walked.

The thought of this excited Lin Feng, and like a child, he played hide-and-seek with the other party.