Exceptional Physical Fitness

"C-Calm down. I didn't mean to do it. H-He... don't point that gun at me."

Lin Feng had grown up in a peaceful, stable country. How could he have ever seen a handgun before? The moment he saw the stance these two men had taken, he became even more terrified.

His tone turned extremely humble. All he wanted was to stay alive.

But these two foreigners could not understand Lin Feng's words. Coupled with their companion's horrifying death, it was difficult 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 hand. His brows furrowed as though he had something to say.

But after hesitating for a moment, he said nothing.

The foreigner tightened his grip on the dagger. After exchanging a look with his companion, he gave a slight nod.

Then he thrust at Lin Feng with all his strength, as if Lin Feng owed him a fortune.

In that urgent moment, Lin Feng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and for some reason, the scene before him changed drastically.

The knife-wielding foreigner was stabbing toward him, but his swinging arm moved as though it were being played in slow motion, inching forward bit by bit.

The sounds around Lin Feng also became incredibly drawn out in that instant.

"K-Kill... him!!"

The gunman's voice was low and slow, his gaping mouth opening and closing little by little.

Lin Feng could even clearly make out his expression—ferocious and terrifying.

Drool stretched between his upper and lower lips in a long strand.

Why... has everything slowed down?

Lin Feng stared at the miraculous sight in shock as the foreigner's dagger was about to plunge into his chest.

He shifted slightly to the side, intending to push the knife-wielding foreigner away.

Yet in the next instant, everything returned to normal.

Clang!!!

The foreigner's dagger stabbed straight into the wall. The hard surface jolted his wrist, which had put all its force behind the strike, nearly dislocating it.

His dagger flew from his hand and into the air.

At that moment, Lin Feng instantly understood that he must have gained some incredible power.

Otherwise, the reality-like slowdown just now, along with casually slapping someone into a poster on the wall, were things no normal person could do.

As the foreigner's dagger flew into the air, Lin Feng also realized that he could not remain cowardly. He had to seize this opportunity and survive the gunman.

With quick eyes and hands, he caught the airborne dagger, spun it deftly in his hand, and gripped it in reverse.

The entire sequence felt as though he had been born knowing how to do it. It was incredibly practiced.

The gunman watched Lin Feng suddenly appear at his side as though he had teleported. His eyes widened as he looked back and forth between his companion and Lin Feng in disbelief.

"How did you do that? Damn it!! Don't move!!"

After instinctively blurting out the question, the gunman saw Lin Feng seize the deflected dagger and shouted in panic.

Lin Feng knew very well that if he did not fight for his life now, he would definitely die the next second.

Gripping the dagger, Lin Feng slashed upward at the gunman's wrist with a backhanded stroke.

A dazzling streak of cold light flashed through the narrow, dim alley. A silver gun barrel flew into the air, then fell to the ground.

Clang!

"Holy shit!!"

Lin Feng stared in shock at the half of the gun lying on the ground. Even he had frightened himself.

What exactly was going on with his strength now?

He had actually sliced the barrel off a handgun using nothing but a dagger. That kind of power was simply terrifying.

"Y-You... don't come any closer!"

The gunman looked at the revolver that had been cut in half, and terror surged through him. He backed away repeatedly in fear.

Lin Feng could not help frowning when he heard that. He had not even gone over there yet.

Besides, when he had told them not to come closer earlier, these bastards had not listened either.

"Ah!!! What are you doing?! Kill him already! Shoot him!"

At that moment, the foreigner with the dislocated wrist shouted angrily through his pain.

But the gunman had already been scared senseless by Lin Feng's dagger slicing through his gun. How could he spare a thought for his companion's cries?

His expression twisted for several seconds, then he turned and ran without looking back, his retreating figure remarkably dashing.

Watching the man flee, Lin Feng finally let out the breath he had been holding.

The gunman had posed the greatest threat to him. As long as that man was gone, then the remaining one...

With a dagger in his hand now, he should at least be able to protect himself.

"Damn it!"

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

He turned to look at the gleaming dagger in Lin Feng's hand, then at the blood-soaked wall behind him.

He could not stop himself from swallowing. After weighing his options again and again, he left as well.

"You Asian bastard, go fuck yourself!"

Before leaving, the foreigner cursed at Lin Feng.

That instantly ignited Lin Feng's rage after he had barely escaped death. His breathing grew heavy.

Having just survived such a close brush with death, Lin Feng's emotions were already unstable.

Provoked like that, his eyes immediately turned bloodshot. He spun the dagger in his hand, narrowed his eyes at the fleeing figure ahead, then flung it with all his strength.

Whoosh!!!

The dagger tore through the air, moving so fast that it pierced the fleeing foreigner in the blink of an eye.

"Ah!!!"

A pained scream rang out. Other than the handle, the entire dagger sank into the foreigner's shoulder.

Lin Feng watched him leave while clutching his shoulder, and the anger in his heart slowly faded.

"I survived... huh."

At last, he had dealt with those foreigners, though one of them had escaped.

But Lin Feng had no desire to chase him. He was still deeply confused about his own condition.

As the tension in Lin Feng's nerves finally eased, he slumped onto the filthy, sewage-covered ground and leaned against a foul-smelling, messy dumpster.

He did not care about such things anymore. Using his pajamas, now little more than strips of cloth, he wiped his face and brushed away the moisture in his eyes.

In that situation just now, Lin Feng had nearly pissed himself from fright.

For a young man raised under the red flag, unless he joined the military, who would ever face the muzzle of a gun in their lifetime?

That pitch-black barrel had been like a black hole roaring without end. Lin Feng's entire body had frozen at the time.

Fortunately, he had later discovered his strange abilities for no apparent reason, and that was how he had narrowly survived.

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

At last, Lin Feng had finally confirmed his situation.

He really had transmigrated...

A silent yet restless late night.

In a corner of the city, where the light could not reach, darkness spread unchecked.

Wrapped in a tattered blanket, Lin Feng walked through the brightly lit city like a real homeless man, his hair a bird's nest, dirty fuzzy slippers on his feet.

Even in the dead of night, the city had not gone to sleep.

The lights between those towering buildings were like the sun within the Arctic Circle, never going out.

Along the way, Lin Feng witnessed at least three chaotic crimes: robberies, bullying, and shootings.

He had no idea where this was, but judging by the English everywhere, the only place Lin Feng could think of with a city this chaotic was America.