The rebirth of lickspittle

When Zhang Fan was about to say something more to Shen Chuchu, he suddenly felt a gust of wind at the back of his neck. In a flash, Zhang Fan's instincts kicked in, and he swiftly rolled to the side. Lin Feng's hand chop missed its mark, veering off course.

Lin Feng chuckled. "Not bad, your reflexes are decent."

Zhang Fan squinted at him. He recognized this man—Lin Feng!

The same Lin Feng who had destroyed his family in his previous life!

But in this life, they hadn't crossed paths until now. Why would Lin Feng suddenly attack him?

Lin Feng answered with a grin. "I saw you scare off those thugs just now, and it got me itching for a sparring match. Let's see what you've got."

Without waiting for a response, Lin Feng launched himself forward like an arrow, aiming a powerful shoulder strike at Zhang Fan.

It was a vicious move!

Zhang Fan could only brace himself, crossing his arms to block. The impact felt like being hit by a bull. His feet left the ground, and he was sent flying back seven or eight meters, barely managing to avoid falling into the nearby river.

"Zhang Fan!" Shen Chuchu called out in alarm.

Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes. He knew Lin Feng was skilled, but taking a beating without fighting back wasn't his style.

Steadying himself, Zhang Fan bent his knees and sprang toward Lin Feng like a cannonball. Lin Feng, seeing him charge, smirked. "You've got guts, but your skills are lacking."

Lin Feng, who had trained in ancient martial arts since childhood, dismissed Zhang Fan's modern fighting techniques as inferior.

As the two clashed, Lin Feng stood firm, casually deflecting Zhang Fan's attacks with hands and feet. Suddenly, Lin Feng spotted a glaring opening in Zhang Fan's defense and aimed a kick at his abdomen.

Zhang Fan's eyes gleamed. Got you!

In a swift motion, Zhang Fan curled his body, grabbing Lin Feng's leg, and used his other foot to kick at Lin Feng's supporting leg.

Caught off balance, Lin Feng lost control of his body. Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, using all his strength to swing Lin Feng toward the river behind them.

Lin Feng, realizing he was about to be thrown into the river, gritted his teeth as a flash of killing intent crossed his face.

Though falling into the river wouldn't hurt him physically, it would be humiliating—a martial arts master bested by a mere fighter.

Defying the momentum, Lin Feng twisted mid-air, managing to grab the riverbank railing at the last second. With a powerful pull, he launched himself back onto the ground.

Zhang Fan's eyes widened in disbelief. "How is this possible?!"

"There's a lot you don't know," Lin Feng sneered, his killing intent surging. With a swift flying kick, he sent Zhang Fan flying backward.

Zhang Fan barely landed before Lin Feng, hands glowing faintly red and eyes filled with murderous intent, charged at him.

He's trying to kill me!

"Brother Feng!"

"Zhang Fan!"

The cries of two women rang out as they rushed forward.

The young junior sister leaped in front of Lin Feng, intercepting his deadly strike. Lin Feng regained some composure and quickly withdrew his force.

Shen Chuchu threw herself in front of Zhang Fan, shielding him.

Lin Feng and the junior sister exchanged a palm strike before both withdrew.

"Brother Feng!" The junior sister glared at him. "You've gone too far! Have you forgotten the rules set by our master?"

Lin Feng scratched his head sheepishly. "Alright, alright, I got carried away."

"Master's rule is clear: no using inner strength against unarmed civilians!"

"Shhh!" Lin Feng hastily gestured for her to keep quiet. "This guy has decent skills. He's not just any civilian. Don't tell Master, okay?"

The junior sister frowned but said nothing more.

Zhang Fan, however, was furious. He had clearly felt that Lin Feng's strike was meant to kill. If it weren't for the girl's intervention, he would have been gravely injured, if not dead.

Lin Feng looked down at Zhang Fan with disdain. "Stop practicing those fancy moves—they'll get you nowhere."

Zhang Fan clenched his fists, trembling with rage, but eventually relaxed them and stood up with a forced smile.

"Thank you for your guidance, brother. I've learned a lot."

Lin Feng burst out laughing. "Hahaha, I only taught you because I saw potential in you. Most people aren't worth my time. No need to thank me. If fate allows, we'll meet again."

Zhang Fan's gaze turned deep. "Indeed, if fate allows… we'll meet again."

As they parted ways, the junior sister glanced back at Zhang Fan with a hint of admiration. "That guy's not bad—he lost, but he still showed grace."

Lin Feng's seemingly innocent smile faded, replaced by a cautious expression.

"I didn't win. I lost."

The junior sister was startled. "What? How could you lose?"

Lin Feng explained, "I had the upper hand, yet he almost threw me into the river. The moment I used my inner strength, I had already lost."

He didn't elaborate further, simply ruffling her hair with a faint smile.

"Let's go. We have a wedding engagement to annul."