With the lure of money, a group of mercenaries, as if injected with adrenaline, swarmed onto the bulk carrier from the fishing boats.
The gleaming watermelon knives flashed with a cold light under the moon.
One mercenary took the opportunity to slash at the back of a Dragon Guard from behind, and at that critical moment, a pebble streaked through the air.
Clang.
The pebble clashed with the stone, and in that moment of delay, the entangled Dragon Guard whirled around, delivering a spinning side kick that sent the ambusher flying backward, knocking down two or three people.
With a splash, the person fell into the river.
Li Feng observed the crowd of dark silhouettes; although these mercenaries were not particularly skilled, their sheer numbers and the incentive of a hundred thousand dollars made them reckless.
After all, the adversaries seemed few, only five or six.
"Quickly resolve this battle."
Li Feng commanded the Dragon Guard beside him, while stepping forward to seize the wrist of a knife-wielding mercenary first.
Nerve Striking Technique.
Click.
The mercenary's knife dropped with a clatter, and Li Feng rammed into the opponent with his shoulder, making him grunt and stagger overboard.
Li Feng heard the sound of engines on the river, quite a number, suggesting that the adversaries had invested heavily to deal with him.
Some mercenaries, seeing Li Feng, rushed at him without hesitation, while Li Feng eyed them coldly, and his bones emitted a cracking sound.
The next second.
Li Feng shot forward like a bullet, crashing into the crowd, giving them the sensation of being hit by a heavy-duty truck, instantly sending them sprawling.
"Young Master's order, fight swiftly!"
A Dragon Guard on the other side shouted, alerting the encircled Dragon Guards.
"Yes!"
The Dragon Guards, initially tangled with mercenaries, suddenly erupted with energy, turning the previously back-and-forth struggle instantly in their favor.
The mercenaries nearby were either left with broken bones or torn tendons upon contact with the Dragon Guards' full power, unable to withstand even a single confrontation.
With the people around him knocked aside, a Dragon Guard pulled out a baton from his body, flicking it sideways. A palm-length baton instantly extended to the length of an arm.
The entirely carbon fiber material made the baton light and endowed it with immense steel-like toughness.
A mercenary swung his watermelon knife as he approached, but before he could get close, the Dragon Guard swung the baton, blending in with the night so utterly that it was invisible, striking the face of the approaching mercenary instantly.
Slap.
The mercenary's face was struck as if whipped, the baton's impact directly knocking out his teeth, as his head was flung back and a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth spewed out.
On the river.
Leng Feng, from afar, saw a bulk carrier surrounded by numerous fishing boats. This carrier, a mere two or three thousand tons, wasn't notable in the sea but was a common transport ship on the river.
"A bunch of useless fools."
As the distance closed, Leng Feng watched the battle on the ship under the lights from the fishing boats. Despite Chen Dong's side having more people, they were being beaten severely by the fewer adversaries, a complete disgrace.
Leng Feng snorted. Luckily, he hadn't pinned much hope on Chen Dong's men. The people from the Lan Family, after all, were nothing more than street thugs, unworthy of the limelight.
All he needed was for them to pin down Li Feng.
"Thirteenth Young Master."
Seeing the approaching Leng Feng on a speedboat, Chen Dong's face flushed—he had so many on his side and yet hadn't subdued even one person.
The shame was tremendous.
"Hm, get your people down here, a bunch of trash."
Leng Feng showed Chen Dong no respect, and as for being gentle, he, Leng Feng, didn't need it.
Chen Dong took a deep breath. Though somewhat annoyed, he dared not show it: "Pull our people out."
Chen Dong directed his subordinates with a sullen face.
"Yes, big brother."
Actually, Chen Dong didn't need to issue orders; not many of his people on the ship were left standing on the deck.
"Ge Family, kill those on the ship."
Leng Feng directly ordered.
The Jianghu assassins of the old Ge Family, agile and deft, leaped onto the fishing boats, using the boat's momentum to leap again, landing steadily on the bulk carrier.
Compared to small fishing boats, the bulk carrier with its three thousand tons was naturally more stable.
"Young Master, these newcomers seem different."
Li Feng noted the Jianghu assassins from the old Ge Family leaping onto the bulk carrier one after another. These people were different from the previous mercenaries, all with their faces covered, only their eyes visible.
Moreover, they were dressed in black attire, with each having different weapons; Li Feng even spotted someone wielding a sword.
"These should be night fighters from the Dark Martial World, assassins."
Li Feng said.
"Everyone be cautious, show no mercy."
"Kill!"
Before the adversaries could all land and strike, Li Feng launched his attack, taking advantage of their unstable position during the transit.
The intensity of a fight with life and death at stake required complete strength, especially since these night fighters were not like the previous weaklings.
"Yes!"
Li Feng led the charge, the five Dragon Guards following closely behind.
"Hmph."
A night fighter on the deck sneered, his hand moving like lightning, releasing a silent willow leaf dart, the projectile now clearly visible to Li Feng.
At the critical moment.
Li Feng flicked his wrist, intercepting the dart in mid-air with a Chrysanthemum Coin.
The willow leaf dart was deflected immediately.
The Chrysanthemum Coin continued its path, appearing in front of the night fighter who had thrown the hidden weapon; the fighter, quick-eyed and quick-handed, reached out to grab.
Hmm.
The coin, like a sharp blade, cut across the opponent's hand, instantly drawing blood, and lodged within another night fighter's body.
Splutter.
As the night fighter spread his palm, he saw the ghastly white of bones exposed, sucking in his breath. Who was this guy?
This hidden weapon emitted Gang Wind.
Could the opponent be a Grandmaster?
"Watch out."
Just as this night fighter was about to warn the others, the night fighters beside him had already dashed out, directly confronting Li Feng and his group.
Approaching Li Feng was a Jianghu expert skilled with a particularly weighty Nine-Ring Great Chopper.
"One Strike, Two Halves."
The Knife Man leapt up, leveraging the momentum from his waist, bringing down an unparalleled blade at Li Feng.
This strike, with the gale created by the blade, added by the heavy blade body and the leap's force, traced a crescent in mid-air.
The cold gleam, brutally fierce, came crashing down unstoppably.
On the fishing boat, Leng Feng raised his eyes to observe Li Feng under the descending strike.
This striker was a master of the One Strike Technique, nicknamed Liu Yidao.
It was said that this person always used just one strike to kill, for no one could withstand a single strike from him.