#271 - Chapter 271: Killing Three

The Blood Ignition Art was a Lin family technique to burn potential, using the depletion of blood essence as a catalyst to rapidly enhance one's overall abilities.

However, its duration was limited, only to be used when life was at stake. And now, it was Lin Dong's moment to survive.

Instantly, Lin Dong unleashed his full power, pushing his potential to the limit, desperate to evade this fatal crisis.

Yet, no matter how hard he tried, the sense of impending doom relentlessly pursued him, refusing to dissipate.

Without hesitation, Lin Dong further intensified the burning of his blood and bone marrow, accelerating his movements to escape the crisis perceived by his martial artist's senses.

But it was all too late.

"Peng! Peng!…" The machine dog's machine gun suddenly opened fire, a hail of bullets raining down on Lin Dong.

Although Lin Dong's senses were acute, he could only do his best to dodge such a dense barrage. Despite his best efforts, three bullets still found their mark.

Lin Dong grunted, his body convulsing violently. He glanced down at his wounds, blood gushing from the three bullet holes. He gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the pain, and continued to charge forward.

Two wounds, each the size of an infant's fist, were left on Lin Dong's abdomen, blood flowing freely. His right arm, the one he used to wield his sword, was twisted and deformed by a bullet, clearly suffering severe damage.

Sensing that the crisis had passed, Lin Dong was shocked. "What kind of hidden weapon is this, to inflict such grievous wounds upon me? I was already dodging with all my might, yet I was still hit in three places!"

The other Sword Hall disciples watching from the sidelines were even more stunned. Was the formidable martial artist so vulnerable in Sect Leader Cheng's hands?

And what was that earth-shattering sound and the bizarre, ferocious beast?

Was this the strength of the Hong Sect Leader?

Su Qiang and Su Min, the siblings from the Neutral Faction, were equally incredulous. The mighty Lin Dong was injured so severely in the blink of an eye?

Everyone's gaze turned to Cheng Feng, each filled with admiration and disbelief.

But Cheng Feng was even more surprised. During the previous battle with the Green Bamboo Gang, the machine dog's bullets could easily create bowl-sized holes in the walls, their power was astonishing.

Now, striking the Bone Refinement martial artist Lin Dong, they only caused such small wounds.

Furthermore, a Bone Refinement martial artist could actually evade an entire burst of gunfire?

That burst must have been at least ten bullets!

And yet, there were only three wounds?

Was the physical strength and explosive speed of a Bone Refinement martial artist so incredible?

Cheng Feng didn't realize that Lin Dong had used the Blood Ignition Art, sacrificing his potential to achieve such a feat. After all, the bullets were only there for a split second.

This made Cheng Feng feel a sense of insecurity. He sighed slightly, "I am still too weak."

This made Su Min, who was standing close by, roll her eyes. "So, my Su family's five Bone Tempering experts died for nothing?!??"

Wei Zhuang seized the opportunity, delivering a heavy punch squarely to Lin Dong's chest. Lin Dong grunted, involuntarily staggering back several steps, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

At this moment, Lin Dong's face had none of its former spirit. His cheeks seemed to have been sucked dry, hollowing inward to reveal his skull, and his body seemed to have shrunk in size.

He looked up at Cheng Feng, a hint of surprise and unwillingness flashing in his eyes. Enduring the pain, he said haltingly, "Base… base, despicable, villain."

A cold smile curled on Cheng Feng's lips, his eyes gleaming with cunning. He stepped forward, gently patted Wei Zhuang's shoulder, signaling him to retreat. Then, he slowly took a few steps forward, confronting Lin Dong.

"Lin Dong, in this world, the strong are respected. Since we can't reach an agreement, then we can only rely on our own abilities. Su Min, and that item, my Hong Sect is determined to have it." Cheng Feng's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable firmness, as if everything was under his control.

Hearing Cheng Feng repeat the words he had just said, Lin Dong's face flushed red. He roared angrily, "You… how dare you speak to me like that!" With all his remaining strength, he clenched his only functional left fist and slammed it towards Cheng Feng.

However, Lin Dong was already severely injured, his strength greatly diminished. Watching Lin Dong's fist coming, a sneering smile appeared on Cheng Feng's face as he easily reached out his right hand and grabbed Lin Dong's fist.

Seeing Cheng Feng easily block his attack, a sense of despair washed over Lin Dong. He knew he could no longer defeat Cheng Feng, but he still refused to give up, trying to break free from Cheng Feng's control.

Just then, a knife suddenly appeared in Cheng Feng's previously empty hand, and he unhesitatingly slashed it towards Lin Dong's neck.

Lin Dong's eyes widened, wanting to dodge but it was already too late. A cold light flashed, and Lin Dong's head instantly flew up, blood splattering everywhere.

The headless corpse fell to the ground, losing the breath of life. Cheng Feng stood quietly to the side, looking at Lin Dong's corpse, his eyes flashing with cold indifference.

Using the motion of flicking the blood off the blade, Cheng Feng held the knife vertically behind his back. He reached out again, and the knife in his hand had already disappeared without a trace.

Wei Zhuang, who witnessed the entire process from a distance, narrowed his eyes sharply. He noticed that Cheng Feng's movements were very quick and concealed when using the Silver Feather Knife, so much so that he didn't even see how Cheng Feng took out and put away the Silver Feather Knife.

None of the Hong Sect disciples saw it clearly either.

Wei Yin said to Situ Jian with a grave expression, "Did you see it clearly?"

Situ Jian also shook his head incredulously. "It was too sudden. It was as if the knife suddenly appeared in his hand and then suddenly disappeared."

Su Qiang was silent: "That move…"

Su Min was also shocked. Was he that powerful?

Cheng Feng's small display could be considered a silent deterrence to these Sword Hall disciples who had been forcibly subdued into the Hong Sect.

Wei Zhuang's strength could steadily suppress them, so naturally there was no problem, but Cheng Feng didn't want anyone to harbor any unrealistic fantasies.

One Wei Zhuang was not enough, what about himself, who could hide his tracks?

The Hong Sect was Cheng Feng's biggest asset right now, and Cheng Feng didn't want a major purge; he still needed mid- to high-level combat power.

He originally came this time to test whether the Lin Mansion's mysterious hidden Bone Refinement martial artist was in the team or not. After all, logically speaking, it was unlikely, but he came just in case.

He didn't expect that the Bone Refinement martial artist still had some resistance to the machine gun's bullets.

If they wore special armor, the machine dog's effectiveness would probably diminish more and more.

So, he still had to improve his strength?

Seeing Cheng Feng fall into deep thought, Wei Zhuang also began to reflect on himself. The Hong Sect needed his strong strength to expand its territory, and Bone Tempering was clearly no longer enough.

Wei Zhuang sighed slightly: "I am still too weak!"

Su Min next to him: "What's wrong with you guys?????"