Instead of charging forward haphazardly, they launched an attack on Ning Feng in a specific formation!
The other party was not just some self-taught bandit!
Former soldier?
Or were they adventurers who turned to banditry?
In this era, having excellent martial arts skills means you'll never have to worry about food or drink.
Being a mercenary or adventurer isn't a problem; at worst, one shouldn't have to resort to being a bandit.
Okay then.
Behind this, there seems to be a rather poignant story...
But what does this have to do with me?
Moving quickly, Ning Feng wasn't interested in their story.
The moment they raised their knives at me, our relationship became clear.
They are just enemies.
Clang.
Blades clashed!
"Damn it! Why did you cut me?!"
"Aren't you the one blocking my way?!"
Ning Feng was not among them; only the two people on the side collided.
With a slight shift in his footsteps, Ning Feng accelerated in the instant he passed them, barely managing to dodge them.
The bandit's blade almost grazed his body; one more step and it would have pierced his chest.
With a clear objective, Ningfeng's attack had only one target.
The bandit who was in the center of the group and kept talking.
It's you, you just said you look like a woman, right?
His gaze turned dangerous, and his already accelerated body sped up even more.
"Die!"
Seeing Ning Feng rapidly approaching, the bandits were initially alarmed, but quickly became enraged.
I was actually scared by a young master?
He swung his sword forcefully, aiming for Ning Feng's waist!
"Go to hell!"
laugh.
Without the sound of weapons clashing, Ning Feng's sword slightly crossed with the bandit's longsword at the last moment before they made contact, thus avoiding the attack.
The iron sword charged straight in, accelerating suddenly toward the bandit's face!
The bandit's expression changed, and he tilted his head back in terror, trying to avoid the oncoming blades.
"That was close! Almost... cough!"
laugh.
The longsword, which had been accelerating rapidly, came to an abrupt stop in front of his face, and after making a few light slashes, it was quickly withdrawn.
Ning Feng took a small step back, shrugged at the bandits who were still in an odd pose, and smiled:
"I suggest you understand one thing: you are really no match for me."
"Pooh!"
He touched the bloodstains on his cheek and spoke in a grim tone:
"Go home and go drink milk from your mother!"
"A noble bastard pretending to be a hero!"
The smile on his face vanished instantly, and Ning Feng's eyes were no longer filled with laughter.
An almost invisible flash of sword light appeared.
A hero is one who endures insults.
But Ning Feng is not a hero.
The blade flashed across the blade, Ning Feng showing no mercy.
laugh.
Blood gushed out, and the bandit covered his throat with his hand, but it was no use.
"Hehe... miscellaneous..."
His knees buckled, and he fell heavily to his knees.
winter.
Why do you have to say these things?
Several angry bandits rushed towards him from behind, but Ning Feng did not turn around.
He just stared at the mountain bandits who were kneeling down and glaring angrily at him.
"Forget it, your fate is already sealed, and I don't want to ask any more questions."
Are you going to keep watching?
Blood dripped from the lowered sword blade, but Ning Feng was not stained with any blood.
Turning his head to face the bandit leader, whose expression was grim as he stared at them, he kindly offered his advice:
“If you don’t fight back, I suggest you try to escape… if you can escape.”
Although he was smiling, there was no smile in Ning Feng's eyes.
"I'm still quite angry right now."
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