MSSU Chapter 13: Luo Feng's Illness
"Is this your friend?" Zhu Zhengyi abruptly stopped, his surprised gaze scanning ahead.
They saw a car blocking the way, and the window slowly rolled down, revealing the leader behind Li Tianchen's power.
"Friend, where are you heading? Need a ride?" The man glanced sideways, his expression indifferent.
"No need, we're not acquainted," Luo Feng felt that these people were unfriendly and turned to leave.
But behind him, several cars had already blocked the way, and the hawk-eyed man, along with a group of people, got out of the car, coldly staring at Luo Feng.
"Big Brother, this is the kid," the hawk-eyed man warned.
"Xiaofeng, what's going on? It seems like they're here for you?" Zhu Zhengyi instinctively stepped back in fear and whispered, "Can you handle this?"
Having traveled the rivers and lakes for many years, how could Zhu Zhengyi not see that these people were not good? Each person carried a scent of blood.
The man slowly got out of the car and calmly stared at Luo Feng, "Friend, we don't have any deep-seated grudges, but blame yourself for being too sharp, injuring Li Tianchen's son. Now Li Tianchen wants to see you."
Looking up, the man stated without doubt, "Come with us, don't force us to take action."
No matter how powerful Luo Feng was, he was still just an eighteen-year-old boy.
His subordinates were all seasoned warriors, and it would be effortless for them to take down Luo Feng together.
"Oh?" Luo Feng raised an eyebrow, "It seems my seventh senior sister was right. Li Tianchen is indeed a guy who holds grudges. But are you sure you can catch me?"
"You won't know until you try. Attack!" the man ordered in a low voice.
As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen assassins rushed towards Luo Feng.
But in that instant, Luo Feng also moved. His agility was extraordinary, evading the joint attack of more than a dozen assassins one after another.
With a few light touches, he quickly created enough distance without any intention of attacking.
Seeing this, the man said to the hawk-eyed man in a low voice, "Is this kid really as powerful as you said? Why does it seem like he has no skills other than running fast?"
The hawk-eyed man was also puzzled. He had fought Luo Feng before and knew how terrifying his strength was.
Why was it that now it seemed like a different person, just passively avoiding attacks, with only one thought in mind—to escape?
But what he didn't know was that Luo Feng cherished his life.
Faced with this prepared battle, he never did anything without confidence.
This was the second commandment his master had warned him about: "When you're uncertain about dealing with current difficulties, try to choose escape. As long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood."
Luo Feng stepped forward, swiftly approaching a killer, and with lightning speed, he slapped him fiercely, sending him flying.
In this gap, Luo Feng found a breakthrough, darted out like an eel, and sprinted towards the distance.
"This kid is damn fast, why can't we catch him?" The assassins cursed angrily, panting.
They could only grit their teeth and chase.
"Hmph, even if the monk runs away, the temple can't escape. Kid, keep running. Next, I'll go find Gu Xuenian. Anyway, sooner or later, we'll eliminate the Gu family," the hawk-eyed man shouted at Luo Feng's retreating figure in frustration.
But just as the hawk-eyed man uttered those words, Luo Feng, who had no intention of fighting, suddenly stopped abruptly.
"What, not running anymore?" The hawk-eyed man saw Luo Feng stop and sneered, "The Gu family is your backer. If we destroy the Gu family, where will you escape to? Be sensible..."
Interrupting coldly, "Repeat what you just said."
Luo Feng glanced sideways, his face no longer showing the previous carefree demeanor, but replaced with an extremely dark and chilling expression.
The hawk-eyed man smirked and took a step forward, "I said..."
In a flash, a black shadow darted forward and soared through the air, passing through the center of the dozen assassins.
In the next moment, Luo Feng had already appeared in front of the hawk-eyed man, and a punch fiercely smashed onto his face.
"Crack!"
With bones shattering, the hawk-eyed man didn't even have time to react. He screamed miserably and flew backward.
"Suck!"
The dozen assassins, including the man, were all shocked by this sudden change, instinctively inhaling a breath of cold air, staring in horror at the terrifying Luo Feng.
The seven senior sisters were Luo Feng's inverse scales. Dare to touch these scales, and even the master's commandments would be null and void.
"Anyone who harms my senior sisters, die!" Luo Feng's voice was icy to the extreme, like a sharp knife stabbing deep into everyone's heart.
"What's wrong with this kid!" Even the man was intimidated by Luo Feng's terrifying gaze.
"Kill him!" The dozen assassins, including the man, turned red-eyed, swearing to strangle Luo Feng in his cradle.
But they underestimated the enraged Luo Feng.
"Seeking death!" Luo Feng glanced sideways, and suddenly the air in front of the dozen assassins was torn apart by a black shadow. Luo Feng, like a killing god possessed, landed a punch on the chest of the first assassin.
"Boom!"
The assassin's pupils constricted, blood gushing out violently.
Luo Feng continued to attack furiously, and the cries of more than a dozen people rang out one after another, like a scene from hell.
Seeing this, the man was completely frightened by Luo Feng's terrifying state, and he quickly pulled out a gun and aimed it at Luo Feng.
"This kid, so bloodthirsty at such a young age, I can't let you live. Otherwise, in the future, it'll be a disaster for me!"
His index finger exerted a slight force, and with a "bang," the bullet burst out, heading straight for Luo Feng's back.
"Pfft!"
The bullet instantly pierced through Luo Feng's right arm, drawing blood.
"Got him!" The man exclaimed zealously.
But the next moment, he froze.
Luo Feng seemed like a wild beast gone mad, ignoring the gunshot wound. As he punched the last assassin, he suddenly charged towards the man.
With a distance of over twenty meters between them, in an instant, Luo Feng was in front of the man.
"You..."
"Crack!"
His right hand swung out, and the man's head spun 360 degrees in place.
Instant kill!
A top assassin leader, a seasoned warrior, was instantly killed by an eighteen-year-old boy with a twist of his hand.
"Xiaofeng, what... what's wrong with you?" Zhu Zhengyi, who had long been scared stiff on the ground, trembled at the sight of Luo Feng's drastic change.
He saw Luo Feng standing there like a walking corpse. Zhu Zhengyi was astonished to find dense blood-colored tattoos appearing on Luo Feng's neck.
These eerie tattoos seemed like the eyes of demons, chilling to the bone.
"Is this thing making this kid go crazy?" Zhu Zhengyi squinted.
Suddenly, at that moment, a sigh came from the darkness.
And just as the sigh sounded, Luo Feng, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, locked onto the source of the sigh. His figure disappeared from where he stood and reappeared above the owner of the voice.
This person was none other than the second senior sister, Murong Xiaoxiao.
As she watched Luo Feng's devastating punch about to land, Murong Xiaoxiao took action.
With a flash of her right hand, twelve silver needles pierced Luo Feng's body's major acupuncture points.
With a thud, Luo Feng fell to the ground, his bloodthirsty eyes slowly closing.
"What's wrong with Xiaofeng?" Gu Xuenian caught up, just in time to witness Luo Feng's terrifying appearance. She even intended to assassinate Murong Xiaoxiao.
Murong Xiaoxiao didn't seem surprised. She helped Luo Feng up and pulled out the twelve silver needles, her face filled with helplessness and disappointment.
"Master, the thing you were worried about has finally happened. Xiaofeng... His illness has flared up today."
At this moment, in a tall building in the distance, a figure saw this scene, a strange smile creeping onto his lips. Then, he took out his phone and dialed an overseas number.
In a hoarse voice, he said, "Notify the top of the family. The son of the strongest creature on the surface has awakened. Let those old folks be mentally prepared to welcome the birth of the king."
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