Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 327 Lin Feng Appears

"If we catch this girl, Lin Feng will definitely come looking for her. Then we will have a chance to get news about the Star Blade." There was a greedy glint in the eyes of another warrior, like a hungry wolf seeing its prey.

"Yes, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." The other two also echoed excitedly.

The four of them hit it off immediately. They slowly stood up, their eyes fixed on Chen Xiner, and walked towards the table where she was sitting. Their steps were steady and powerful, and each step was filled with a resolute momentum, like a group of beasts about to hunt.

Jian Cang's brows furrowed even deeper as he watched Chen Xin'er spouting nonsense. He felt a little annoyed, but didn't want to lose his composure in front of everyone. He picked up a cup of tea and took a leisurely sip. The bitterness of the tea spread through his mouth, only to make him more sober. He looked at Chen Xin'er, a flicker of disdain in his eyes, and said, "Don't worry, little girl. Lin Feng won't know our whereabouts. Even if he does, it's too late to catch up with us. This place is only a dozen miles away from Jinyan City. We'll be there soon." His voice was filled with confidence, as if he had everything under control.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the four warriors had already surrounded them. They stood around Jian Cang and the others, forming a circle. All four drew their swords simultaneously, the blades gleaming coldly in the afterglow of the setting sun, a chilling sight. Their eyes were cold and sharp, staring at Jian Cang and Sun An like hawks. One of the warriors stepped forward, pointed his sword at Jian Cang, and shouted, "Give us this girl, and we'll let you go. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"

Jian Cang's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of confusion flickering in his eyes. He simply couldn't understand what these four warriors who had suddenly surrounded him were up to. To him, they were like ignorant ants, daring to challenge him. He was a Grandmaster, a renowned figure in the martial arts world, so how could he possibly take these nameless individuals seriously?

Seeing Jian Cang show no reaction to their words, the four warriors were instantly enraged. One of the warriors, a man with a face full of flesh, took a step forward, his eyes wide, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'm talking to you, are you deaf? Hand this girl over to us, and we'll let you go. Otherwise, you'll all die here today!" His voice boomed like thunder in the teahouse, making the ears of those around him buzz.

Upon hearing this, the merchants in the teahouse paled. They knew the treacherous underworld was dangerous, and if a fight broke out, everyone involved would be affected. So, they frantically took out their money and threw it on the table, then scrambled out of the teahouse. In an instant, the teahouse was in chaos, with tables and chairs knocked to one side and the floor littered with bags and other belongings that had been dropped in the panic.

The waiter and the owner hid behind the counter, trembling. They had seen many conflicts in this teahouse, but seeing the situation today, they knew these people were not to be trifled with. The waiter's lips were trembling. He tugged at the owner's clothes and whispered, "Boss, what should we do? We must not let anyone get killed." The owner frowned, his eyes filled with fear. He shook his head helplessly, signaling the waiter not to act rashly.

Jian Cang remained calm and composed. He slowly lowered the teacup in his hand, and it made a crisp "clack" sound as it touched the table. He simply glanced at the four warriors from the corner of his eye, his lips curled up slightly in a disdainful smile, and muttered quietly, "They're just four Grandmasters, and only of the fifth rank at that. With such little strength, they dare to act wildly in front of me. They really overestimate their abilities." His eyes were full of disdain, as if he were looking at a group of jumping clowns.

The four warriors, upon hearing Jian Cang's whisper, were instantly enraged. Their faces flushed crimson, their eyes burning with rage. "You're courting death!" one of them roared, raising his blade high and slashing fiercely at Jian Cang. The other three followed suit, their blades whistling like four sea-going dragons as they lunged towards Jian Cang.

Jian Cang, however, remained calm. He calmly picked up the teacup and poured the remaining tea into his hand. In the setting sun, the tea shimmered golden in his palm, like a handful of precious liquid. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the tea transformed into four droplets, shooting out in four different directions. The droplets moved with astonishing speed, like fired bullets, leaving four subtle streaks of light in the air.

In the blink of an eye, the water droplets struck the four warriors. Four muffled "puff, puff, puff" sounds were heard, and the water droplets, like the sharpest hidden weapons, easily penetrated their bodies. Blood mist instantly gushed out from their wounds, creating a strange and bloody scene in the sunset.

The four warriors' swords stopped just an inch from Jian Cang's face, their eyes filled with disbelief. They had never imagined they wouldn't even be able to withstand a single blow. The light in their eyes gradually dimmed, blood slowly flowed from the corners of their mouths, and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.

Jian Cang acted as if nothing had happened. He calmly poured another cup of tea, blew gently on it, and then slowly took a sip. The four warriors, like puppets without support, slowly fell to the ground. Their bodies hit the ground with four dull "bangs," sending up a cloud of dust.

At that moment, a dark figure darted in from outside the teahouse like a ghost. Its speed was so extreme that it whipped up a gust of wind. The people in the teahouse saw nothing but a flash before the shadow appeared behind Jian Cang. It was Lin Feng, his eyes burning with anger, his face as cold as ice. He launched a powerful kick towards Jian Cang's forehead. This kick, imbued with his powerful true energy, sent a whistling sound, a faint piercing sound of air.

Jian Cang, worthy of being a Grandmaster, possessed an extremely sharp perception. Just as Lin Feng's kick was about to reach his forehead, he jerked his head, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow. However, Lin Feng's attack didn't cease. He twisted his foot slightly in mid-air and launched another kick at Jian Cang. This time, the kick was even faster and more powerful, seemingly pulverizing Jian Cang.

Jian Cang was startled. He quickly turned around and stretched out his hands to catch Lin Feng's kick. With a loud "bang!", Lin Feng's foot struck Jian Cang's hands hard. Although Jian Cang caught the kick, Lin Feng's powerful force still sent his body flying backward like a cannonball. Behind him was a table, and under the immense force, it shattered instantly, sending wood chips flying like snowflakes.