Given the current situation, it's clear that Luo Yi is well-prepared. Unable to gauge his strengths, Xiao Feng thinks it's better to attack Gao Tian, who seems unprepared.

As a former member of Devil's Concentration Camp, Xiao Feng understands he cannot be careless against such opponents. He wouldn't be surprised if Gao Tian and Luo Yi have strapped explosives to themselves for mutual destruction.

"You're courting death!" Gao Tian laughed wildly, throwing a fierce punch.

"Bang!" The collision of fists produced a dull thud. Xiao Feng retreated a step, mitigating much of the impact, whereas Gao Tian stumbled back three steps, his expression utterly incredulous.

Gao Tian shook his wrist; just one punch made his entire arm feel numb, showing Xiao Feng's strength far exceeded his expectations.

"Again!" Xiao Feng gestured, eagerly ready for more.

This time, Gao Tian stayed silent, roaring as he charged like an enraged bull towards Xiao Feng.

Simultaneously, Luo Yi, wielding the Butterfly Knife, sprang into action!

"Watch out, Brother Yanhuang!" Lu Yao urgently warned from a distance.

Xiao Feng's expression sharpened, utilizing his shoulder as a pivot, he powered through, sending Gao Tian flying, then immediately turned to face Luo Yi.

Luo Yi swung the Butterfly Knife expressionlessly, casting a series of purple streaks, as if the cold blade had gained vitality, swiftly appearing before Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng knitted his brows, suddenly realizing the true threat wasn't from the close-combat expert Gao Tian but rather this show-off Luo Yi.

"Ever heard of the Butterfly Step?" Luo Yi sneered coldly, "No worries if you haven't heard of it; those who've heard and seen it are already dead."

Speaking as his footsteps changed suddenly, like ice skating, the Butterfly Knife in his hand became even more dazzling, resembling an artistic performance.

Instinctively sensing danger, Xiao Feng moved a step to the left.

As he shifted position, a ripping sound was heard, and he looked down to see a cut in his outer garment.

Lu Yao stomped anxiously but was helpless; speaking up might only distract Brother Yanhuang, putting him in greater danger.

Xiao Feng's eyes flashed like lightning, swiftly tracking the Butterfly Knife's trajectory and anticipating avoidance moves, yet despite his efforts, several times, he barely evaded the blade.

Usually, a cut wouldn't be fatal, but if the blade were poisoned, it could spell doom, and Xiao Feng wasn't going to risk his life needlessly.

With Gao Tian blocking his retreat, Xiao Feng felt anxious, swiftly drawing a gun from his waist, flipping the safety, and pulling the trigger—a smooth, fluid action, even quicker than professionally trained individuals.

"Bang!" After the loud shot, smoke poured from the gun's barrel, while Gao Tian hurriedly rolled to the side, knowing he couldn't dodge it but attempted to avoid vital areas even if hit.

Moments later, Gao Tian was clutching his arm, his expression slightly contorted, yet he endured without making a sound, not even a muffled groan.

Luo Yi relentlessly pursued his goal; Gao Tian's fate seemed inconsequential to him. His sole focus was killing Xiao Feng and accomplishing the task assigned by the elder sister!

Such opponents were formidable; Luo Yi and Gao Tian appeared unified yet fought individual battles, losing benefits from coordinated combat but preventing situations where controlling one meant controlling the whole situation.

"Do you think I really can't kill you?" Xiao Feng suddenly chuckled.

For some reason, upon seeing that smile, Luo Yi felt a shiver deep inside, momentarily halting his movements, fearing something horrific was about to occur!

"I originally didn't want any more dealings with that madwoman, but since she's pushed me to this point, ignoring her would make me look cowardly." Xiao Feng said calmly, standing motionless, facing the incoming Butterfly Knife.

At this moment, although he spoke no more, everyone sensed: his upright stance wouldn't retreat a step further, nor could anyone topple him!

Luo Yi bit fiercely on his tongue, the acute pain snapping him out of it, quickening his steps by threefold. He couldn't believe that from such close distance, Xiao Feng could still escape.

Yet, just when he revealed a victorious smile, the figure close enough to touch suddenly vanished from sight, and a great impact came from behind, sending Luo Yi flying five meters away, crashing into the greenery.

Gao Tian stood dumbfounded; Xiao Feng's move seemed like teleportation—was it truly within human capability?!

Suddenly, he recalled legends about Xiao Feng from before...

Yanhuang single-handedly, barehanded, fought through the camp, killing more than a dozen instructors and unaccountable numbers of new recruits. Blood flowed for nearly ten miles; indeed, he emerged from Devil's Concentration Camp treading a blood-paved path.

Thinking of this, Gao Tian was shocked to realize a flaw: during that battle, more than a dozen instructors died, so what right did he and Luo Yi, who had just gained instructor titles, have to kill this legend?

The first thing Gao Tian learned in Devil's Concentration Camp was to unconditionally follow elder sister's orders without questioning.

Yet now, feeling Xiao Feng's terrifying presence, Gao Tian couldn't help but doubt if the elder sister sent him and Luo Yi here just to die?

Xiao Feng walked to the greenery, picked up the purple Butterfly Knife from the ground, and calmly said, "Weren't you saying it was the highest honor to die for that madwoman? Now, embrace your glory!"

With those words, a decisive strike—purple butterfly gleamed, concluding the life of its original owner.

Luo Yi clutched his throat tightly, striving for a few more gasps; in that moment, fear of death faded, replaced by doubt in his beliefs.

If he truly believed dying for the elder sister was supreme honor, why didn't he feel any happiness or honor now?

However, reality gave him no time to seek answers—to ponder this life's question was destined to remain forever elusive.

Xiao Feng turned and approached the dazed Gao Tian, cheerily asking, "Need me to help you attain that supreme glory?"

"No... no need!" Gao Tian snapped back, swallowing hard; he didn't know what he'd feel if he were Luo Yi, but he knew now he didn't want to die.

Survival is human instinct; if you can live, who would choose death?

"Seems you're not deeply poisoned." Xiao Feng casually tossed the Butterfly Knife aside: "Go back and tell that madwoman whatever tricks she wants to play, I'm game. But this time, I won't hold back!"

Gao Tian inhaled sharply; if not holding back this time, wasn't that implying he'd spared the elder sister previously?

Yet he dared not ask; he stepped backward several paces before daring to turn and dash off. After running a few steps, he paused to say: "Yanhuang, does the person in Brocade Manor No. 9 matter a lot to you?"

Brocade Manor No. 9, precisely Du Qingyue's villa, Xiao Feng coldly asked, "What did you do?"

From a dozen meters away, Gao Tian quickly said, "Don't misunderstand; we did nothing. The elder sister had us plant explosives around the house—considering the time, there are five minutes left until the explosion."

Gao Tian didn't know why he revealed all this, but instinct told him if the explosion occurs, regret it brings would haunt him beyond even suffering from death.

Xiao Feng swiftly pulled out his phone, dialing Du Qingyue's number.

…

On the other end, Du Qingyue sat in the living room, debating whether to call Xiao Feng to remind him to be careful.

After all, Jiangcheng is chaotic, and dangers could unexpectedly happen.

As she resolved to set aside her pride and call Xiao Feng, she was surprised to find he called her first.

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