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Great Martial Record
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In a forest on the southwestern edge, torrential rain poured down, drenching the trees.
Suddenly, a deafening crack echoed through the sky, accompanied by flashes of lightning. It was as if a sharp sword had sliced through the darkness, revealing two figures in the valley.
One of them wore a black robe and a conical hat, obscuring his features. The long black knife strapped to his back hinted at his formidable skills. The other figure had a fair complexion and held a sharp sword, gazing at the man in black with a hint of disdain on his face.
The man in black felt the disdain radiating from his opponent, and his anger ignited instantly. "Who sent you?" the fair-complexioned man asked.
"Hmph!" The man in black snorted coldly, resembling an enraged lion as he lunged forward.
His speed was like lightning, and in an instant, he was before Lin Feng, his sharp knife slicing through the air like a cold beam of light aimed directly at him.
Lin Feng's lips curled into a confident smile. He elegantly waved his sword, effortlessly blocking the attack from the man in black as if he were a graceful dancer.
In an instant, both combatants were locked in fierce battle; their weapons clashed with crisp sounds that echoed through the night like fireworks bursting in the sky. Their movements were agile, each strike flowing seamlessly with immense power.
The surrounding trees trembled from the shockwaves of their fight, as if they might topple at any moment. Lin Feng flickered away like a wraith, narrowly avoiding a powerful strike from the man in black.
At the same time, he swung his sword, unleashing a fierce blade of energy that rushed toward the vital points of his opponent like a whirlwind.
The man in black sidestepped just in time and retaliated with a powerful slash aimed at Lin Feng, the force behind it akin to a mountain crashing down.
Lin Feng dodged again; his sword moved like a swift wind, striking towards the man in black's vital points with blinding speed.
The man in black hurriedly defended himself but was still grazed by Lin Feng's blade on his arm, blood gushing forth like a blooming flower of crimson.
His face twisted with anger, the black-clad man wielded his blade with increasing ferocity, attacking like a raging storm. However, Lin Feng remained composed, his swordplay fluid and unpredictable, moving like a swimming dragon as he deftly navigated the onslaught.
Before long, the black-clad man was covered in wounds, his strength waning like a flickering candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.
"I'll ask you one more time: who sent you?"
The black-clad man remained silent, but a hint of panic flickered in his eyes. At that moment, Lin Feng began to understand.
Deciding not to prolong the confrontation any further, Lin Feng suddenly moved like a specter, his sword piercing directly through the man's throat with lightning speed.
In his final moments, the black-clad man's eyes widened in disbelief, as if to say: "Impossible."
With that incredulous expression, he fell lifeless to the ground.
As Lin Feng surveyed the aftermath of the battle, thoughts began to form in his mind. The forest around him lay in disarray, flowers and trees trampled underfoot. Without looking back, he pressed onward into a hollow in the mountains, disappearing into the woods.
Not far ahead, he arrived at a modest wooden cabin entwined with vines, resembling a hidden base nestled within the forest. The air around the cabin was fresh and clean, occasionally filled with the sound of birds chirping.
He pushed open the wooden door to find a simple and unadorned interior. A wooden bed occupied one corner, beside it stood a rough-hewn desk and a chair.
This was his refuge, a place where he could escape the chaos of the world. He had lived here for three years now.
Looking around, he couldn't help but reflect on how quickly time had passed. In these three years, Lin Feng had grown accustomed to this place; yet now he found himself faced with the necessity of leaving it behind.
Lin Feng forced a smile and said, "I can't even hide from this. It seems I can't stay here any longer."
Outside, the rain continued to fall, occasionally accompanied by the rumble of thunder echoing through the mountains.
He took off his raincoat, changed into a clean set of clothes, and brewed himself a cup of hot tea, gradually feeling the chill leave his body.
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