Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1055 Mutual Restraint

Seeing that He Tianyuan looked relaxed, Ye Haishan knew that what was coming was about to happen.

I had just thought that if I ran away with Lin Feng, I probably wouldn't be able to escape Tsuruta Gen's pursuit. I would be carrying someone on my shoulders, and if I kept going, I would probably get caught up in it myself.

Tsuruta Gen waved his hand: "Senior Brother Ye, if you leave now, I will pretend nothing happened and there is no discord between us."

"Hehe, Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life, and one should be lenient when one can. Why must Senior Brother Tsuruta be so fixated on this?"

Tsuruta Gen didn't want to waste any more time. You have the virtue of benevolence, but between me and that kid, there is only a life-or-death battle.

"Very well, then I will learn from your skills, senior brother. I wonder what advantages Kunyu Mountain has in standing at the top of the Central Plains sects?"

Before he finished speaking, his body had already disappeared from the spot.

Now that his energy and spirit had almost recovered, Tsuruta Gen decided not to delay any longer. Delay could lead to unforeseen changes, and if Lin Feng were to escape this calamity, it would be a major disaster for his Wunianliu sect.

Ye Haishan wanted to stall for time, but seeing that Tsuruta Gen had made the first move, he had no choice but to brace himself and meet him head-on.

The two collided in mid-air, like a thunderclap, making everyone present shudder.

Tsuruta Gen's target was the half-dead Lin Feng. He needed to force Ye Haishan away so that his daughter could kill him.

As soon as he made his move, the disciples of the Wunianliu Sect, who had been lurking in the shadows, also silently pounced out, leaving a phantom trail in the air as they headed straight for Lin Feng, who was lying on the ground.

Rong Rong was already waiting to the side. When she saw someone rushing over, she quickly stepped forward to block them.

The two pairs of masters and disciples instantly clashed.

In any fight, if the skill levels are even, it's very difficult to stay still.

Helpless, Ye Haishan was forced to leave his original position by the enormous impact of Tsuruta Gen.

Rong Rong and He Tianyuan's disciples were of similar skill levels. When the two fought, they each had their strengths and weaknesses, and neither dared to be distracted.

The four of them fought fiercely, with neither side gaining a clear advantage.

In order not to hinder Lin Feng's recovery, Ye Haishan and Rong Rong deliberately kept their distance from Lin Feng, who was lying on the ground, during the tug-of-war.

If there's any slip-up, Lin Feng's condition won't be able to withstand the residual power of the surging true energy attack.

The four people split into two pairs and gradually left the granary area. They leaped into the air and disappeared, entangled with each other, not giving each other any time to spare.

All four people had disappeared without a trace.

Tsuruta Cho appeared calmly in front of Lin Feng, a sweet smile on her doll-like face. She knelt down beside Lin Feng and leaned close to his face, who was struggling to breathe.

Lin Feng's eyes were tightly closed, his chest was rising and falling, and his breathing was weak.

Tsuruta Cho extended a snow-white finger and gently poked Lin Feng's cheek.

"Hey kid, where did your bravado go?"

She tilted her head and looked at Lin Feng, who showed no reaction.

"Stop struggling, let me send you on your way. Living like this is too painful."

Tsuruta Cho no longer pretended to be an innocent loli; a ferocious look appeared on her fair face.

She reached out and began to search Lin Feng's belongings.

Her father had just told her that this boy possessed a very valuable treasure that she absolutely had to obtain.

There are not many things in this world that can make Tsuruta Gen think about them. Tsuruta Cho's breathing became a little rapid because she touched the broken sword at Lin Feng's waist.

This is probably it; thankfully, it wasn't hidden away in the shadows.

Tsuruta Cho grasped the broken sword with her delicate white hand, while pressing her other hand against Lin Feng's chest. She unleashed her inner energy, intending to kill Lin Feng with a single blow.

But then, something unexpected happened.

The broken sword, which had been completely silent, suddenly sprang out of its sheath and pierced Tsuruta Cho's lower abdomen in a flash.

Because of the close proximity, Tsuruta Cho, facing the half-dead Lin Feng, carelessly failed to dodge.

She was stabbed in the dantian, and her whole body trembled. Forgetting about striking Lin Feng, she hurriedly grabbed the hilt of the broken sword with both hands and pulled it out with all her might.

It wasn't that easy. The broken sword, like a ravenous viper, writhed in Tsuruta Cho's hands, frantically sucking away her vital energy and blood.

Lin Feng opened his eyes at this moment, mustered his remaining strength, and flipped over to pin Tsuruta Cho beneath him, pressing down hard on the broken sword to prevent it from leaving Tsuruta Cho's body.

Tsuruta Cho was terrified and opened her mouth to scream.

To everyone's surprise, even with her mouth wide open, she couldn't make a sound. Her body felt weak, she was dizzy, and it felt like her throat was stuffed with cotton.

Her struggles became less and less intense, and her strength waned.

In just a few breaths, her bright red lips had turned pale and bluish.

Her bright eyes gradually dimmed, revealing a pleading look as she stared innocently at Lin Feng.

In contrast, Lin Feng's pale face gradually flushed red as he pressed down on Tsuruta Cho's body with increasing strength.

His breathing, which was originally as thin as a thread, began to become heavy, the circulation of his internal energy became faster and faster, and his blood surged and churned like a tide, becoming magnificent.

In a short while, Tsuruta Cho, who was already petite, shrank to the size of a four or five-year-old child, with dry, yellow skin, wrinkled skin, and skin and bones.

Lin Feng was full of qi and blood, and his spirit was complete and vigorous.

He took a deep breath, turned over and stood up, looking around.

In his mind, there was no sign of human presence within a hundred feet around him.

Looking down at the broken sword in his hand, he wondered if he had fallen into demonic possession.

Such a bloodthirsty thing not only affected his thinking, but also made him feel guilty.

Lin Feng shook his head, forcibly shaking off these thoughts; survival was the priority.

He casually used Tsuruta Cho's clothes to wrap up her shriveled corpse, carried it in his hand, leaped up, and disappeared into the darkness.

The battle between Tsuruta Gen and Ye Haishan was very loud and destructive, with many of the walls of the houses around them collapsing.

They were all experts at the same level, unable to control their overflowing true energy. Although the immense force did not harm each other, the surrounding buildings suffered damage.

The two entangled each other all the way, their sleeves fluttering, as they seemed to be soaring through the sky and diving into the earth in the darkness, competing with each other.

In just a dozen breaths, both sides clearly realized that neither could gain the upper hand, and that it would probably take three days and three nights to determine a winner.

Tsuruta Gen's intention was clear: to keep Ye Haishan occupied and prevent him from rescuing Lin Feng.

Ye Haishan was helpless; he was indeed unable to escape Tsuruta Gen's attacks.

The two fought for only a quarter of an hour before Tsuruta Gen knew that time was almost up. With his daughter's help, Lin Feng would probably be reduced to ashes by now.

Ye Haishan sighed inwardly, lamenting the passing of a great genius.

He liked Lin Feng's personality very much. His disciples were all excellent, but he lacked an outstanding genius who could shake the entire cultivation world.

Therefore, Ye Haishan secretly harbored some thoughts of taking on apprentices.

Alas, fate is cruel; a genius fell right before his eyes, leaving him only with regret.

Similarly, Rong Rong and He Tianyuan's disciples did not fight desperately; they merely checked each other and carried out their master's orders.

Tsuruta Gen sneered, and without saying a word, his body disappeared into a group of buildings in the darkness.

Ye Haishan stood alone on the roof of a house, facing the night wind, speechless.