Chapter 192: Bathed in Blood and Struggle
How could it be! Hasn’t he disappeared for two years now? It is rumored that he was executed by Heavenly Gate, so how could he appear in Huaxia?
The shock was immense in the heart of the man in black leading the group, knowing full well that Lin Zifeng’s fame overseas had earned him the moniker ’Death God’! Code-named K-9, and that was certainly not an empty title.
However, his professionalism quickly settled his emotions down.
Brandishing a Samurai Sword, he stepped forward in front of Sun Ziliang and said with a smile, "I never expected the once formidable Death God to have been hiding in Huaxia all this time, no wonder for the past two years there have been rumors overseas of your execution by Heavenly Gate, turns out all this information was false."
The man in black addressed Lin Zifeng in his fluent English. The fighting resolve in his eyes remained unshaken, as the primal bloodlust slightly curled his lips upward.
"Don’t you think people who know too much tend to die earlier than others? Huaxia is my motherland, I am a Huaxian, do you think I am hiding?" Lin Zifeng gazed coldly at the man in black.
He teased the man in black using the most standard Mandarin.
"Oh? So the Death God has been hiding in Huaxia as a turtle in its shell for these past two years?" The man in black raised his eyebrows challengingly, speaking to Lin Zifeng in very stiff Mandarin, but with a mocking tone, "The former king has actually been hiding in Huaxia for two years without showing his face, which I find quite contemptible."
"If being within one’s own country is considered acting like a turtle in its shell, then might I ask, what does that make your nation of Japan?"
Lin Zifeng’s eyes sparkled with a smiling yet not smiling glare, looking straight at him.
"Bastard!" The man in black immediately became angry when he heard Lin Zifeng mocking Japan.
Both hands gripping the Samurai Sword tightly, his eyes shone like blades, ready for battle at any moment.
With just the motion of drawing his sword, a large group of men in black immediately surrounded Lin Zifeng.
Leisurely, one hand touched the hilt of the Samurai Sword at his waist, ready to draw it at any moment and engage Lin Zifeng in battle.
But Lin Zifeng only smiled, a smile so composed it even carried a hint of pity and sympathy. He continued to walk towards Nangong Bing’s position, the corners of his mouth getting colder by the step, giving off an oppressive aura.
As he moved forward, the tall and lean figure seemed to emanate an aura that caused the surrounding bodyguards to grow increasingly terrified. This invisible killing aura made these so-called bodyguards feel the oppressive sensation of death, with some starting to lose coordination in their legs and feet.
After all, there is a world of difference between those who have killed and those who have not.
"Don’t come any closer! If you come any closer, I’ll kill her."
Zhang Ziliang, the middle-aged man, became somewhat flustered seeing Lin Zifeng confidently striding towards him, his confident smile and the aura he radiated stirring turmoil within his heart.
"Let her go, and I can guarantee you won’t die in an ugly manner."
The icy coldness of Lin Zifeng’s presence grew more intense, chilling Zhang Ziliang to the bone.
His words were like those of an Envoy from Hell, commanding an irresistible majesty! This was the majesty of a King. Much like in the animal kingdom, where tigers, no matter the adversary they face, can sense the majesty of the King— an absolute and irresistible authority that naturally instills fear and dread.
Each step Lin Zifeng took seemed to hammer at Sun Ziliang’s heart, beating in rhythm with it.
As for Nangong Bing, she remained composed, her gaze fixed on the mysterious man in the bronze mask before her. She could never have imagined that in such a precarious situation, the first person to stand up and rescue her would be him! And it wasn’t the first time he had saved her either—could he have been protecting her all along?
Nangong Bingxin’s emotions were a complex whirl, feeling like thousands of worms were gnawing at her insides. She would rather lose her own life than having this man, whom she had missed so dearly, risk his own for her.
Her face flushing, Nangong Bing finally couldn’t help but cry out fiercely, "Never mind me, go! To have a man like you guard me in this life, even if I die now, it would be worth it."
Nangong Bing’s aura suddenly surged, and she fiercely turned her head to face Sun Ziliang, biting her teeth with a cold rage, "Your son’s affair has a great deal to do with me, and nothing to do with him. If you’re a man, kill me instead!"
Nangong Bing’s pure white complexion revealed an unsubdued, peculiar luster, with a few strands of black hair scattered across her stubborn face, giving her an unyielding and resolute demeanor.
Lin Zifeng was taken aback on the spot.
He hadn’t expected Nangong Bing to show such resilience. He had always thought this woman was merely fortuitous in family circumstances, overly arrogant. Yet, at this moment, the aura she displayed was startling to Lin Zifeng. When he had been framed by Sun Tianyang last time, Lin Zifeng had noticed that Nangong Bing had a character quite different from others. He hadn’t expected her to be so steadfast.
"Do you think a woman can do all this?" Lin Zifeng’s voice, suddenly cold, reached Sun Ziliang’s ears.
"Could it be..." Just as Sun Ziliang was about to voice the last word, a small knife suddenly appeared in Lin Zifeng’s hand. Completely unnoticed by Sun Ziliang and the bodyguards, it shot through the air with a ’whoosh’.
Blood spattered, fog of blood filled the air, Zhang Ziliang clutched his neck, his eyes rolling back, showing signs of disbelief in death, and blood gushed from his neck, along with gurgling sounds.
Sun Ziliang in his wildest dreams hadn’t expected Lin Zifeng to act so decisively. Even the moment of his passing was something he never considered. Lin Zifeng’s swift actions left him in disbelief as he died, unable to accept that all this was real.
At the instant Lin Zifeng made his move, the surrounding bodyguards and the Japanese samurai all rushed forward with their samurai swords. Led by a man in black, more than a dozen of them charged at Lin Zifeng in an attempt to cut him down.
Lin Zifeng’s face remained impassive, his steps unwavering. He lunged forward with the agility of an arrow, fists clenched tight, and immediately caught two burly men by their necks.
Two crisp sounds suddenly erupted.
The two men didn’t even get to feel the pain of dying before their necks twisted and life left them. Meanwhile, the black-clad leader rushed forward with a samurai sword amidst the tactic of overwhelming numbers, aiming straight for Lin Zifeng’s chest.
Due to the wounds sustained from his battle with Zhang Biao earlier that morning and his need to protect Nangong Bing, Lin Zifeng’s reactions were a split second too slow. Consequently, the man in black managed to drive his sword through a bodyguard and towards Lin Zifeng’s chest. Fortunately, the bodyguard’s body mitigated the power and length of the blade, preventing it from rendering Lin Zifeng powerless.
Lin Zifeng’s tiger’s mouth quivered as his iron fists, carrying the sound of tearing air, viciously crashed into a bodyguard’s head. Instantly, the bodyguard’s head burst, spilling blood and brain, splattering flesh all over as Lin Zifeng smashed it open, the pungent scent of blood dominating the atmosphere.
The man in black aimed an uppercut at Lin Zifeng’s chin, from below upward. If this iron fist had hit, Lin Zifeng’s chin would have surely been shattered. But in an instant, Lin Zifeng leaned his forehead back, the punch barely missing his nose, the fierce wind from the blow causing mild pain to his chin.
But by now, Lin Zifeng’s eyes were bloodshot with rage. He forcefully snapped the samurai sword stabbing into him, and with a swift move, pulled out the piece of blade embedded inside him.
Blood spurted as Lin Zifeng moved with maximum speed, his palm striking out to seize the man in black in his grip, and with the point of the broken blade, fiercely stabbed into the man’s eyeball!
Blood splattered wildly! Pieces of eye flesh were squeezed out, almost like soy milk, and then Lin Zifeng lifted the man overhead. With a jerk of his knee and tight grip on either side of the man’s body, he threw him downward, his knee smashing upward.
The man’s entire waist snapped under Lin Zifeng’s fierce blow, killing him instantly.