Super Soldier in Campus

Seeing Lin Feng surrounded by six menacing bodyguards, Wu Mei felt a knot of nervousness tighten within her. Why was she so worried about him? Was it gratitude because he had helped her before? Or was it a sense of camaraderie, knowing they had both served in special operations? Her mind was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions.

At that moment, Wu Mei dared not betray a hint of her concern for Lin Feng. Like the other women present, she maintained a professional smile, feigning ignorance of the unfolding drama.

Lin Feng's lips curved into a slight smile. He knew these bodyguards were formidable, their faces grim and menacing—clearly hardened veterans retired from the battlefield, accustomed to striking without mercy. Yet, Lin Feng remained unfazed.

Before the two bodyguards lunging at him from the front could even get close, Lin Feng vanished. In a flicker, he reappeared behind them with incredible speed. His fists shot out, striking the napes of their necks. THUD! THUD! The two bodyguards crumpled, their heavy forms collapsing to the ground, knocked unconscious by Lin Feng's precise blows.

Despite their skill and resilience, they hadn't withstood even a single exchange with Lin Feng. He took down two of them with just one punch each? The remaining four bodyguards audibly drew a sharp breath. They simultaneously drew military knives from their waists, their expressions wary as they encircled Lin Feng from four directions.

"He's actually got some skill! Go all out, don't hold back!" Long Shaotian remarked, a slight arch to his eyebrow as he observed Lin Feng's actions. He issued the command coolly, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.

"Yes, Lord Dragon!" the four remaining men acknowledged. Witnessing their comrades fall so quickly had startled them, but they showed no signs of retreat. Instead, a frenzied glint appeared in their eyes. Each drew a military knife that glinted coldly, their gazes locked onto Lin Feng. Under the hall lights, the dark blades reflected an ominous, chilling light that could send shivers down one's spine.

Long Tianyi, too, was intently focused on Lin Feng's movements. I can't quite gauge his true strength, he thought.

Judging by his aura, I'm certain Lin Feng's Inner Strength cultivation doesn't exceed the third layer. Yet, his agility, precision, and power in combat are astounding—far beyond what an ordinary person could achieve. This Lin Feng... he doesn't seem like a student at all. He's more like a seasoned veteran, hardened by countless battles. Why do I get such a strange feeling from him?

Wu Mei, momentarily stunned by the swift turn of events, felt her heart leap into her throat again as she saw the four bodyguards draw their knives. Her training as a special police operative allowed her to recognize them instantly as professional fighters. The military knives they wielded were terrifyingly efficient killing tools. The sharp edges and deep fullers—designed to maximize bleeding—were chilling to behold. A single stab, and the victim would bleed profusely. A slight twist of the blade, and the wound would be nearly impossible to treat...

Lin Feng, you have to be careful... A wave of empathy, a sorrow for a kindred spirit facing danger, washed over Wu Mei. She silently prayed for him.

Lin Feng smiled faintly, as if sensing Wu Mei's concern. He glanced her way, giving a barely perceptible nod. The instant his gaze shifted away, an icy glint flashed deep within his eyes, sweeping over the faces of the four bodyguards now charging at him with their knives.

It was a gaze devoid of warmth, yet brimming with a bloodthirsty madness that sent a jolt through the four bodyguards. They couldn't fathom how such a young man could possess eyes that held such a terrifying, bone-chilling coldness.

Suddenly, Lin Feng moved.

His body flickered, vanishing like a streak of lightning. In the next instant, he reappeared before one of the knife-wielding bodyguards. His hands shot out like iron clamps, seizing the man's weapon arm...

CRACK! AARGH!

A sickening crunch of breaking bone echoed, followed by the bodyguard's earth-shattering scream. An instant later, Lin Feng sent him flying three meters with a kick. The man landed hard, rolling and howling in agony on the ground.

Without the slightest pause, Lin Feng moved on the other three bodyguards, who were still reeling from shock. He dealt with them just as swiftly. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! With a rapid succession of bone-jarring sounds, he broke the knife-arms of the remaining three, felling them one by one!

In less than five seconds, the horrifying sounds of bones snapping and agonizing screams filled the hall. Almost simultaneously, all four knife-wielding bodyguards were writhing on the ground in pain, completely incapacitated.

Wu Mei stared, dumbfounded. Her eyes, however, shone with a mixture of exhilaration and profound admiration. So this is how terrifyingly strong Lin Feng is! Are all members of the Falcon Squad this incredible? Or is Lin Feng truly special? His movements seem so simple, yet they're too fast to follow, leaving his opponents no chance to defend... And that ruthlessness... it's strangely exciting...

Unconsciously, Wu Mei ran her tongue over her upper lip. Lin Feng's brutal efficiency had stirred something primal, a hidden wildness deep within her, igniting an inexplicable thrill.

Long Shaotian was visibly stunned. Long Jiu had reported Lin Feng was a capable fighter, but he'd never imagined Lin Feng could defeat six armed men so effortlessly. It was absolute domination! Lin Feng's movements were so fast that even he, Long Shaotian, couldn't follow them clearly. After years in the underworld, Long Shaotian had encountered numerous powerful individuals. Yet, at this moment, he realized that all those so-called masters were trash compared to the young man before him.

These six mercenary bodyguards were elites, handpicked from his secret organization. Any one of them could take on a dozen ordinary thugs single-handedly. But now...

Glancing around, Long Shaotian mused silently, Among everyone here, perhaps only Long Tianyi could contend with Lin Feng!

A wave of alarm washed over Long Shaotian, quickly followed by a surge of elation. Lin Feng is incredibly powerful! If I can secure his allegiance, he'd be an immense asset!

Remembering that Lin Feng's outburst was due to the dispute over his fee, Long Shaotian felt a weight lift from his chest. It's just about money, then? That's easy to solve! Someone with Lin Feng's capabilities is worth any price. Isn't that what money is for?

Having dispatched the bodyguards, Lin Feng didn't relax his vigilance. He couldn't be sure Long Shaotian wouldn't retaliate. Beyond these knife-wielders, dozens of Long Shaotian's personal bodyguards stood further back, and every one of them was carrying firearms.

No matter how skilled an individual, facing dozens of ordinary men with guns was a losing battle, let alone the fact that Long Shaotian's remaining guards were anything but ordinary.

"Ahem! Lin Feng, you're quite skilled!" Long Shaotian said loudly, a hint of admiration in his voice. "It's good for a young man to be vigorous, but try not to be too impulsive. Sit down. Let's discuss your appearance fee again!"

With that single statement, Long Shaotian brushed aside the fact that Lin Feng had just incapacitated six of his bodyguards. In his eyes, fighters who had their arms broken by Lin Feng were simply trash. Six against one, armed, and they still lost so pathetically? There was nothing more to be said. Lord Dragon never stood up for trash.