Super Soldier in Campus

"Who are you, really?"

This philosophically profound question stumped Lin Feng for a few seconds. Essentially, I consider myself the White Wolf King, since I possess his memories. But if I acknowledge that, can I just disregard the parents of the student Lin Feng? If I really dared to tell my father, Commander Lin Zhonghua of the Jiangzhou Military Division, that I'm someone else, Commander Lin would probably have me hauled off to a mental institution for a few years of treatment first…

So, Lin Feng was both the White Wolf King and student Lin Feng.

Lin Feng glanced at the rather rugged Zhou Yang. The memory of Zhou Yang's loyal actions naturally flashed through his mind. Understanding Zhou Yang's current confusion and suspicion, Lin Feng said, with difficulty, "I am Lin Feng. The Lin Feng who brought you into the White Wolf Squad five years ago."

Having finally spoken his mind, Lin Feng let out a sigh of relief. All this groundwork was just to get Xue Qingyi and Zhou Yang to listen to my explanation! Regardless, facing his two formerly most trusted subordinates, Lin Feng resolved to take the gamble.

So, he did admit it!

Xue Qingyi and Zhou Yang weren't fools. From Lin Feng's earlier words, they had already guessed what he intended to say, but they were still stunned when he actually voiced it.

Xue Qingyi bit her lower lip slightly and removed her sunglasses. A hint of disbelief filled her beautiful eyes as she stared at Lin Feng, remaining silent for a long time.

Lin Feng looked at Xue Qingyi and said solemnly once more, "Qingyi, I'm sorry. Until that incident, I hadn't figured out how to face you, wasting so much of your time..."

"Wait... hold on. Let me get my thoughts straight..." Zhou Yang suddenly held up a hand, cutting Lin Feng off from Xue Qingyi. He then asked loudly, "Are you trying to say you're actually the Wolf King?"

Zhou Yang looked Lin Feng up and down. An extremely absurd thought surfaced in his mind: This guy is nearly ten years younger than the Wolf King! Even if the Boss went to Korea for plastic surgery, he couldn't possibly look this young, right? What's more, his voice is that of a teenager who hasn't finished puberty; it's a far cry from the Boss's magnetic baritone! This young man actually dares to claim he's the Wolf King? This is absolutely hilarious... The Wolf King could crush him with a single finger! Sister-in-law must be really foolish, missing the Boss so badly that she actually found such a swindler... Or perhaps he's a shill, deliberately sent by our enemies to deceive us.

Lin Feng looked at Zhou Yang and smiled. "Knowing your personality, if you doubt my identity, why waste words? Make your move!"

"Tsk tsk, you even try to imitate the Wolf King's habits, and you're not bad at it. I'd like to see what you're made of, daring to impersonate the Boss!" Zhou Yang chuckled as he advanced. Even as he spoke, he lunged at Lin Feng with incredible speed, his target simple: Lin Feng's hands.

Zhou Yang moved extremely fast. Although his words served as a sort of warning to Lin Feng, as he spoke, his hands, like eagle claws, were already snatching at Lin Feng's wrists—not much different from a sneak attack.

WHOOSH... Zhou Yang attacked with full force. His substantial yet formless Inner Strength burst from his body, tearing through the air with an extremely sharp whistling sound. The aftershock of this gale swept the ground, instantly carving ten deep gouges into the wooden floor.

As a mercenary, Zhou Yang wouldn't adhere to any martial arts world etiquette. Only those who survived were kings. He felt there was nothing wrong with his actions.

"Eagle Claw Technique. Well-mastered, but just a tad slow." Lin Feng, of course, didn't mind Zhou Yang's sudden attack. His figure flickered, evading Zhou Yang's assault by a hair's breadth, and he remarked with a lazy smile.

Zhou Yang, having missed, froze, his gaze hardening instantly. He stared incredulously at the nonchalant Lin Feng before him. He hadn't expected his opponent to be so fast; he hadn't even clearly seen how Lin Feng had moved to dodge the attack.

One had to understand, Zhou Yang was already an expert with third-level Inner Strength. In the entire underworld mercenary community, those who could dodge his full-force attack at such close range could be counted on one hand.

This man was definitely an expert. Zhou Yang glanced at Xue Qingyi, and their eyes conveyed the same understanding.

Although he hadn't yet confirmed Lin Feng's identity, Zhou Yang became fully alert. The strength this young man has shown so far is enough to contend with Xue Qingyi and me combined. If he's really an enemy, and there are other ambushes in the villa, Xue Qingyi and I could be in serious trouble.

"Sister-in-law, let's retreat for now!" Zhou Yang, thoughts of retreat surfacing, whispered to Xue Qingyi.

"You go ahead. I'm staying to get things clear!" Xue Qingyi shook her head, her beautiful eyes fixed on Lin Feng, her voice firm as she bit her lower lip.

Seeing this, Lin Feng couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. Zhou Yang definitely sees me as a threat now, which is why he wants to retreat. As for Xue Qingyi, her motive for staying to confirm my identity probably isn't so simple... If she concludes I'm an impostor trying to deceive her, she'll likely want to silence me... Lin Feng was quite sure of this; knowing Xue Qingyi's personality, she absolutely would.

"I really am Lin Feng... What do I have to say to make you believe me?" Lin Feng stood his ground, an unreadable expression on his face as he looked at Zhou Yang and Xue Qingyi with a bitter smile. He knew they were mercenaries, not easily trusting, yet he had to make them believe such an absurd story. Lin Feng felt his mind grow muddled.

Zhou Yang and Xue Qingyi exchanged a look and nodded silently. Without answering Lin Feng, they attacked again. This time, their movements were even faster, having shed their earlier underestimation of Lin Feng. In the darkness, Lin Feng saw two cold gleams flash out, emanating a palpable chill...

These two... they're actually using knives! A cold sweat broke out on Lin Feng. Despite his vast combat experience, he wasn't confident he could handle Xue Qingyi and Zhou Yang bare-handed!

As core members of the White Wolf Squad, Zhou Yang and Xue Qingyi possessed peak-level skills and reaction instincts in close combat. Moreover, Zhou Yang was an expert with third-level Inner Strength, and Xue Qingyi was also a cultivator with second-level Inner Strength; their attacks were incredibly swift.

"Hmph..." Frustrated, Lin Feng snorted, sidestepping half a step to perfectly dodge an approaching cold gleam. His right hand shot out like lightning, the back of his hand slapping Zhou Yang's chest with incredible speed. BAM! Zhou Yang was sent flying three meters, thoroughly dazed. His dagger clattered to the ground, its blade reflecting a bone-chilling glint in the moonlight...

Just as Lin Feng struck Zhou Yang, Xue Qingyi appeared behind him, her knife already slashing towards his head...

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Lin Feng tilted his head slightly, swiftly evading the knife Xue Qingyi aimed at his head. Simultaneously, his left hand shot out behind him, gently but firmly grasping Xue Qingyi's black silk-gloved left arm.

In Xue Qingyi's left hand, now held by Lin Feng, was a Silver Needle nearly three inches long. In the darkness of the night, the Silver Needle appeared unremarkable, but in Xue Qingyi's hand, it was a lethal weapon.