Top-class Bodyguard

In an instant, Ren Feng's entire demeanor shifted from towering like a mountain to swift and elegant, reminiscent of ancient swordsmen from Jiangnan; the day his sword was drawn was the day he took your life.

Those lying on the ground were still groaning, while Ren Feng calmly walked step by step towards the villa, holding the long sword he wielded earlier, surrounded by the experts.

The moment Ren Feng moved, those experts lunged again.

"Zhao Guest's Decorated Horsehair Tassel."

Ren Feng struck, his right hand seeming to wield a cold gleam, slashing down before him with agile and ethereal grace, instantly killing a charging expert!

"Wu Hook Frost Bright Ming!"

With a flourish of his sword, Ren Feng spun elegantly, his sword whirling, leaving a cold gleam sweeping across the throats of two attackers from behind.

Suddenly, those two froze, a thin line of blood appeared at their throats!

"Silver Saddle on a White Horse."

More people charged at Ren Feng, who suddenly stamped the ground, his figure ethereal, leaping into the air, stepping down on one person's shoulder, and then onto another's head.

His long sword swiftly swung, deflecting all the flying projectiles like a cold gleam!

Landing lightly, without turning around, the long sword pierced into the chest of a man behind him.

"Fierce as a Meteor!"

As several people attacked, Ren Feng withdrew his sword, turned, and charged head-on, his wrist flicking, the sword forming three shadows like meteors chasing the sun, penetrating the chests of several men.

The disbelief was evident in their eyes; at that moment, they realized the speed of the sword totally surprised them.

That sword, so fast!

The three fell with a thud.

"Ten Steps to Kill One."

The people around seemed a bit frightened, hesitating to advance for a moment.

Ren Feng's presence was devoid of any killing intent, and his sword was unstained by blood.

Because his sword was so fast, too fast for blood to stain.

Ren Feng lightly stepped forward, those people gritted their teeth and charged again, while Ren Feng's sword also thrust out once more.

Swish!

The cold gleam flashed again, several people on the right side fell simultaneously.

Taking the second step forward, Ren Feng's long sword stabbed ahead; a man's hand clutching a weapon froze in place, then slowly fell.

The third step, like lightly tossing his sleeve, the long sword flicked through the air, and the first person yet to approach fell just the same.

The fourth step, the three in front were pierced by sword qi and flew back, lifeless after falling.

"A Thousand Miles, No Stop!"

Ren Feng wielded the long sword like a terrifying demon reaping lives, yet his demeanor remained light as clouds and gentle as the wind.

His long sword swung, his feet barely touching the ground, like a shadow; in a moment, he moved to the last of a line of experts, lightly gripping his sword, and then the whole line of experts fell simultaneously.

"Roasted Meat for Zhu Hai, Holding the Cup and Persuading Hou Ying."

Ren Feng's sword danced around the crowd, wherever he went, experts fell one by one.

Like the graceful scenes in "Hero," wielding the sword with ethereal elegance, akin to a swordsman clad in white.

"Three Cups Elicit Bold Promises, Light as Five Mountains Tarnished. Profound Clarity Rises, After Dizzy Eyes and Heated Ears."

Ren Feng again wielded his sword, by now more than half of the experts present had fallen.

With a horizontal swipe, the sword's gleam shone brilliantly, glaring as he faced the charging expert again with one more strike.

"One Sword, One Thought."

Ren Feng lightly withdrew the sword, glancing at the remaining experts, he twirled the sword with a flourish.

Those people exchanged a look, their faces showing determination to a fight.

Three men charged from the left, each holding weapons, stabbing at Ren Feng before getting close!

"Follow the Hasty Wind Forward, Behind an Instant Meteor."

Ren Feng softly stepped forward, accompanied by his long sword, stabbing like a swift wind.

The three's bodies froze, as Ren Feng turned to look at another group of charging experts, they fell one after another.

"If You Wish to Pursue Death, As Easy as Turning a Hand."

Ren Feng looked calm and composed, as those people charged forth, continuing to wield his long sword, laying them to the ground.

Among the experts in the arena, only ten remained, and they moved towards Ren Feng en masse.

"The Sword's Force, Intensifies with Each Strike."

Ren Feng thrust one sword forward, incredibly fast, seeming to transform into countless sword techniques in their eyes.

Under this strike, several more met their demise.

"Glory Resides in the Heart, Rather Than in Form."

Ren Feng pressed forth, his long sword dancing, each strike a person, trading blows with the dozen, yet remained unfazed.

Ren Feng's sword, so fast.

When Ren Feng's long sword swung to their rear, the remaining dozen were motionless.

Then, all fell together.

Ren Feng, sheathed his sword.

Surveying the vicinity, countless expert bodies lay fallen.

"Is a Leaf's Life Only Meant to Return to its Roots?"

Ren Feng remained unstained by blood, proceeding towards Villa 11.

This battle ended quickly, lasting only ten or so minutes, with Ren Feng unscathed despite facing the siege of many experts.

Ren Feng stood before Villa 11 and said casually, "Are you not coming out yet?"

After a silent moment, a faint voice sounded: "We are not targeting you."

Ren Feng raised an eyebrow: "Not targeting me?"

"Mercenary King, there is no conflict of interest between us, and this action is not directed at you."

Employing Huaxia rhetoric, "You tread your own path, I'll cross my own bridge"; we have no mutual dealings."

"Yet Huaxia rhetoric contains another saying," Ren Feng's face remained calm, "Fulfill the entrusted task loyally, if I guessed right, your target is the Flying Snow Group, correct?"

The voice fell silent, the atmosphere immediately grew murderous.

"Seems my guess was right, but it's unfortunate that I am now Mr. Xia's personal bodyguard; you target him, I cannot stand by."

"This issue non-negotiable?"

The voice carried a tone of anger, "Mercenary King, be aware you cannot act unrestricted; we do not fear you, many more powerful than you exist in this world; to crush you would be like crushing an ant."

"Oh?" A smile appeared on Ren Feng's face, yet it carried a chill.

"If you truly could crush me like an ant, you would have acted already; but you haven't, implying your strength doesn't exceed mine."

The villa fell silent.

Ren Feng's smile grew: "So, will you come out to fight me, or shall I go in to finish you?"