Superhuman Physique

"Calm... calm down. I didn't mean to. Don't point that gun at me."

Lin Feng, who had grown up in a peaceful country, had never seen a handgun before. Seeing their stance, he immediately cowered. His tone became extremely humble, his only thought was to survive.

But the two foreigners couldn't understand Lin Feng. Coupled with the horrifying death of their companion, it was hard for them to calm down.

The foreigner holding the dagger was also stunned when he saw his companion pull out a gun. He glanced at the dagger in his hand, then at the handgun in his companion's. Frowning, he seemed to have something to say. But he paused and didn't say anything more.

The foreigner tightened his grip on the dagger, exchanged a look with his companion, and nodded slightly. Then, he lunged at Lin Feng with all his might, as if Lin Feng owed him a lot of money.

In the emergency, Lin Feng's heart rate suddenly accelerated. For some reason, the scene before his eyes changed drastically. He saw the knife-wielding foreigner lunging at him, his arm moving as if in slow motion, advancing bit by bit. The sounds around Lin Feng also became drawn out.

"Kill... him!!" The voice of the gunman was low and slow, his mouth opening and closing gradually. Lin Feng could even clearly see his expression: ferocious and terrifying. Saliva connected his upper and lower lips, forming a long strand.

Why... did it slow down? Lin Feng looked at the magical scene in surprise. Seeing the foreigner's dagger about to stab his chest, he sidestepped slightly and intended to push the knife-wielder away. But in the next instant, everything returned to normal.

CLANG!

The foreigner's dagger stabbed into the wall. The hard wall made the foreigner, who had used all his strength, shake his wrist, almost dislocating it. His dagger also flew out of his hand and into the air.

At this moment, Lin Feng understood instantly that he must have gained some incredible power. Otherwise, the scene that just unfolded, like time slowing down, and casually slapping someone into a poster, was not something a normal person could do.

With the foreigner's dagger flying in the air, Lin Feng knew he couldn't be timid anymore. He had to seize this opportunity to survive the gunman. He quickly grabbed the dagger in mid-air, flipped it nimbly in his hand, and held it in a reverse grip. The series of movements felt as if he had been doing it his whole life, extremely skilled.

The gunman stared at Lin Feng, who had suddenly appeared beside him as if teleporting. His eyes widened in disbelief, looking back and forth between his companion and Lin Feng.

"How did you do that? Damn it! Don't move!!" After instinctively asking, the gunman saw Lin Feng snatch the flying dagger and shouted in panic.

Lin Feng knew deeply that if he didn't fight for his life now, he would die the next second. Holding the dagger, Lin Feng flicked his wrist back towards the gunman's wrist. A dazzling cold light flashed in the narrow, dim alley. A silver metal gun barrel flew into the air and then landed on the ground.

CLANG!

"What the hell!!" Lin Feng stared in shock at the half-severed gun barrel on the ground, even startling himself. What is this strength I have now? To be able to sheer off a gun barrel with just a dagger... this power is terrifying.

"You... don't come any closer!" The gunman's fear grew immensely as he looked at his half-cut revolver. He retreated repeatedly in fear.

Lin Feng's brow furrowed at this. He hadn't even moved yet. Besides, he had told them not to come closer earlier, but they hadn't listened.

"Ah!!! What are you doing!! Kill him! Shoot!" At this moment, the foreigner whose wrist was dislocated cried out in anger due to the pain. But the gunman's soul had already been scared out of him by Lin Feng's dagger-breaking feat. How could he pay attention to his companion's cries? After a few seconds of struggle, he turned and ran without looking back, his retreating figure quite dashing.

Watching the man's retreating back, Lin Feng's tense heart finally relaxed. The gunman was the biggest threat to him. With that guy gone, the remaining one... With the dagger in his hand, he should be able to protect himself.

"Damn it!"

Seeing his companion abandon him, the foreigner with the dislocated wrist cursed angrily.

He turned to look at Lin Feng's gleaming dagger and the blood-splattered wall behind him.

He couldn't help but swallow, weighed his options, and left.

"Asian bastard, go to hell!"

Before leaving, the foreigner cursed Lin Feng.

This ignited Lin Feng's rage, his breathing suddenly deepening.

Having just escaped death, Lin Feng's mood was already unstable.

Provoked, Lin Feng's eyes turned red. He spun the dagger in his hand, narrowed his eyes, aimed at the fleeing figure ahead, and threw it with all his might.

Whoosh!!!

The dagger cut through the air, so fast that it instantly struck the fleeing foreigner.

"Ah!!!"

A scream of pain rang out. The dagger, save for its handle, was buried in the foreigner's shoulder.

Lin Feng watched the foreigner leave, clutching his shoulder, and his anger slowly subsided.

"I survived, phew."

Finally, he had dealt with those foreigners, though one had escaped.

But Lin Feng had no energy to pursue. He was still confused about his own situation.

Lin Feng's taut nerves relaxed. He slumped onto the sewage-filled ground as if drained, leaning against a foul-smelling, messy dumpster.

He didn't care about anything else, wiping his face with his tattered pajamas, smearing away the wetness in his eyes.

In that situation, Lin Feng had almost wet himself from fear.

A teenager raised under the red flag, unless he joined the army, who in their life could face a gun barrel directly?

That dark, gaping muzzle was like a roaring black hole. At that moment, Lin Feng had frozen completely.

Fortunately, he had inexplicably discovered his unique ability, which allowed him to survive by sheer luck.

"I must have transmigrated. There's no doubt about it now."

At this point, Lin Feng finally confirmed his situation.

He had indeed transmigrated...

A silent yet uneasy late night.

In the dark corners of this city, where light couldn't reach, darkness bred freely.

Lin Feng, wrapped in a tattered blanket, looked like a true vagrant. With his messy, bird's nest hair and a pair of dirty plush slippers, he walked through the brightly lit city.

Even late at night, the city never rested.

The lights shining between the tall buildings were like the sun in the Arctic Circle, never extinguishing.

As Lin Feng walked, he witnessed at least three chaotic criminal incidents: robberies, bullying, and shootings.

He didn't know where this was. Seeing English everywhere, in Lin Feng's memory, only America had cities this chaotic.