Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 130: The True Person Conceals Their Face

Crazy!

Too crazy!

Everyone was staring at Lin Feng in shock. As a Sixth Generation Disciple, he forced a Fifth Generation Disciple to kneel and apologize; as a martial master, he forced a Great Martial Master to submit. Who else in the entire Divine Wind Camp could do such a thing?

Perhaps Yu Wen Tuo, at the peak of his popularity, could do it, but more often, he used his royal background to pressure the opponent, with no one daring to defy his tyranny.

"Ah, this is too much to bear! Lin Feng, do you think I’m afraid of you? Since you want to die, I’ll grant you your wish!!!"

Unable to endure any longer, Hua Hu let out a long howl and lunged at Lin Feng, aiming a punch directly at his face.

However, the punch that met him was Lin Feng’s as well, into which Lin Feng poured all his strength, unleashing a burst of 2,200 pounds.

Crack—

A scream was heard as Hua Hu’s arm was brutally broken by Lin Feng’s blow.

Hiss!

Everyone took a sharp breath of cold air. This, this was just too fierce.

"You... you actually broke my arm!!"

Hua Hu clutched his broken limb, his face pale as paper, eyes filled with terror.

It turned out, Lin Feng hadn’t even used his full strength in that punch! This was a force of at least 2,200 pounds, a terrifying strength surpassing Hua Hu’s own!

"It seems you’ve chosen a path of self-destruction. If so, I’ll grant you that, too."

Lin Feng’s eyes flashed with a murderous intent as he looked at Hua Hu. Although he sometimes smiled amiably, he was by no means a pushover. If no one offended him, he wouldn’t offend anyone, but if someone did, it was Heavenly Punishment and Destruction!

For someone like Hua Hu, he must be killed!

"What are you going to do? I’ll have you know my boss is White Tiger Camp’s Boss Wolf. If you kill me, he’ll definitely make you wish you were never born!!!"

Lin Feng looked at him indifferently, those cold, devoid of any emotion eyes, sending a chill down Hua Hu’s spine.

This guy who was two or three years younger than himself, what kind of person was he? Beneath this human skin, was he a man or a malicious spirit? Hua Hu had killed many people, seen many evildoers, even thrill-killers who took joy in the act, but he had never seen such a gaze in a fifteen-year-old boy.

"Really a bunch of nonsense, boring!"

With that said, Lin Feng threw another punch, and with a muffled grunt, Hua Hu was devoid of life.

Lin Feng shook off the blood on his fist; from beginning to end, his expression remained unchanged, utterly unfazed.

The people around were so stunned they hardly dared to breathe; there, the Great Martial Master First Layer, Hua Hu, was killed right before their eyes.

"He killed someone, he just killed Hua Hu?"

"Is he not afraid of Boss Wolf? Boss Wolf is a Great Martial Master Third Layer with strength over 3,000 pounds!"

Lin Feng completely ignored everyone’s gazes, as if no one else existed, and took the Storage Bag from Hua Hu’s body, then tossed his corpse into the deep forests.

"You all saw it. He attacked me twice in a row. I was acting in self-defense."

Every listener couldn’t help but twitch at the words, realizing the truth of the situation was indeed as such; it was Hua Hu who twice sought trouble with Lin Feng, and each time Hua Hu made the first move.

The crowd’s Liu Feng was dumbstruck, his eyes filled with astonishment.

The next moment, Lin Feng’s gaze fell upon him, "Oh right, what did you say you wanted just now? I have a poor memory; repeat it for me, would you?"

"Nothing... Brother Lin Feng, it’s nothing; I just came over to chat with you, to see how you’re doing. I have the utmost admiration for you, you’re a role model for us all. Um, Brother Lin Feng, I won’t bother you any longer."

Liu Feng, pale as a ghost, said this hastily, intending to slip away. His inner turmoil was worse than if he had eaten shit.

Who could have known that Lin Feng was so formidable? If he went to find Lin Feng now, wouldn’t that be courting death?

Liu Feng couldn’t be more grateful that Lin Feng had not troubled him, and at that moment, all he wished was to be dismissed like a passing fart.

"Did I say you could leave?"

However, at the next moment, Lin Feng’s indifferent voice made Liu Feng break out in goosebumps. He felt like crying; what was he doing picking trouble with Lin Feng? Now, seeing that decapitated corpse still spewing blood, a deep chill ran through him, and his legs went weak.

As the saying goes, the obstinate are afraid of the reckless, and the reckless are afraid of those with nothing to lose. Liu Feng didn’t even count as obstinate, while Lin Feng was clearly one of those with nothing to lose—daring to kill someone here, would he fear Liu Feng?

"Hand over your Storage Bag and then get lost."

Lin Feng spoke indifferently as he watched a group of people approaching from afar—the enforcement team had arrived.

On hearing this, Liu Feng felt like he’d received an amnesty. Without any further grievances, he promptly handed his Storage Bag to Lin Feng with utmost respect and then left.

It was only after he had gone a long distance that he let out a sigh of relief, realizing his back was drenched in sweat.

"That was damn terrifying."

His face was painted with relief. Revenge? It was out of the question. After all, here was a man who dared to kill even a Great Martial Master; he and his brother combined probably wouldn’t withstand a single punch from him.

The enforcement team that arrived took Lin Feng away immediately. Everyone thought Lin Feng was done for—that if he didn’t die, he would at least have his cultivation crippled and then be expelled from the Divine Wind Camp.

Killing someone within the camp was a contempt of the rules.

Yet, to everyone’s shock, Lin Feng came out completely unharmed.

Back in his straw hut, Lin Feng saw that Wang Shan had returned, and his instructor, Ming Hai, was also present.

"Back? Let’s eat."

Ming Hai ushered them inside after those words, and Wang Shan immediately began serving food.

"Teacher, did you step in for me?"

At the dinner table, Lin Feng couldn’t help but ask. In the enforcement team’s water prison, he was initially due for a severe punishment. Some officers, who were close to Hua Hu, were shocked and enraged to hear about his demise; even some torture devices were prepared, but in the end, they weren’t used. After a short while, they directly released him.

Lin Feng wasn’t stupid; he guessed there must have been someone intervening on his behalf, and that someone could only be Ming Hai.

Ming Hai, eating his meal, spoke as if it were nothing special, "I’ve told you before, under my watch, you won’t learn any real skills, nor do I have much to teach. But there’s one thing—I ensure your safety. Everything else, this old man couldn’t care less about."

He then gestured for Wang Shan to pour him wine.

Hearing this, Lin Feng put down his chopsticks and sincerely bowed to express his thanks. After eating, Wang Shan did the dishes and then came to Lin Feng, giving him a thumbs-up, "Impressive, Lin Feng. The truly capable don’t show off, and you’re an unassuming Ninth Grade Star. Buddy, you really know how to keep a low profile. No wonder you didn’t tell me your star grade when I asked last time."