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Suddenly, he turned sharply, his gaze piercing as he shouted loudly towards the back, "Those who hide in the shadows, why don't you show yourselves?"
Hiding in the darkness, Lin Feng realized that his presence had been completely exposed. There was no point in hiding any longer. With no other choice, he signaled to his companions and led them to stand up boldly and walk forward.
As they approached each other, the tension in the air grew palpable. Lin Feng's group faced off against Jiao Ling and her people, the atmosphere becoming charged with hostility.
Jiao Ling looked at Lin Feng and, upon glancing at Yang Wushuang, remarked, "Oh? It's you again! This time, I won't let you escape!"
To Jiao Ling, this group appeared as insignificant as ants. Eliminating them would be effortless. The Yayi members, though they looked imposing, only possessed some basic martial skills. The other two individuals resembled weak scholars, seemingly incapable of even lifting a chicken; dealing with them would be a piece of cake.
However, among them was Yang Wushuang, who caught Jiao Ling's attention. He had some skill with the sword and was not entirely without merit. Yet even he had suffered a crushing defeat at Jiao Ling's hands before; he was merely a defeated foe now.
At this moment, both sides were evenly matched in numbers. Yang Wushuang unsheathed his sword without hesitation, positioning himself firmly in front of Lin Feng. He moved as if to charge forward like an arrow released from a bow.
Meanwhile, Zhang acted like a startled rabbit. Flustered, he darted to the side, his eyes fixed on a nearby large tree. He quickly rolled up his sleeves and scrambled up the tree with all his might.
The Yayi members wore serious expressions as they drew their gleaming blades from their waists, gripping them tightly. The blades glinted ominously in the light, sending chills down one's spine.
The atmosphere was tense to the breaking point; it felt as if a single match could ignite this deadly confrontation. Both sides seemed to share an unspoken understanding and simultaneously let out a furious roar as they lunged at each other.
In an instant, the sounds of clashing metal filled the air as sparks flew from where swords met blades. The fierce battle echoed throughout the forest, mixed with shouts of war and cheers of encouragement.
At that moment, Yang Wushuang was locked in combat with the formidable Jiao Ling. Unfortunately for him, despite his sharp sword techniques and exquisite moves, Jiao Ling's immense strength and high-level martial arts proved overwhelming.
After just two exchanges, Yang Wushuang found himself clearly at a disadvantage, trapped in a defensive position with no chance to counterattack. He was forced to fend off Jiao Ling's relentless assault but could barely keep up with her fierce onslaught.
He kept retreating, his steps unsteady and faltering, as if he could fall to the ground at any moment. Each step seemed incredibly difficult and fraught with danger.
Watching from the sidelines, Lin Feng noticed something amiss. He pondered to himself, This big man is extraordinary! He must be at least a Half-step Grandmaster level expert. From the style of his moves, it’s clear he relies purely on his immense physical strength.
To reach such a level solely through the power of his body is truly astonishing. For an opponent like this, his thick, powerful fists are undoubtedly his most lethal weapons.
As everyone held their breath, Jiao Ling, who had been observing the unfolding battle with cold indifference, finally could no longer contain himself. With a sudden roar, he flexed his arm muscles, and his fists, as large as cooking pots, surged with a rushing wind, striking towards Yang Wushuang like a cannonball.
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