On the Martial Arts Arena, Lu Feng once again narrowly evaded the combined assault of the three.
His expression then grew several degrees more serious. He had calculated that he should first deal with the weakest, Lin Baige, with all his strength to disrupt their coordination. Yet after successfully striking Lin Baige with a palm, Lu Feng inadvertently sensed an incongruous aura amid the blood he spat out.
Coupled with that trace of sinister strangeness he had sensed upon entering the Lin Residence yesterday.
It made him alter his original plan. He chose to continue entangling with them, even reining in the killing moves of the Little Burial Flower Swordplay.
Seeing the change in Lu Feng's fighting style before and after, Zhong Sanxiao was secretly startled. He found Lu Feng increasingly unfathomable. Before this, he had clearly seen Lu Feng seize an opening—he had had a chance to win.
Lin Jinran swept Lu Feng's longsword aside with one stroke. Seeing that the battle was gradually falling under their control, he smiled smugly. With his left hand formed into Sword Fingers, he gracefully curled the long fringe before his forehead, his voice carrying a touch of Yin Softness. "More than three years apart, and this is all you can do?"
His contemptuous voice was somewhat low, giving off an exceedingly Yin Softness and uncomfortable feeling.
Disgust showed on Lu Feng's face. Watching the somewhat girlish mannerisms of Lin Jinran and the other two, he could not help feeling a trace of sorrow. At the same time, he became even more convinced of the suspicion in his heart.
To provoke Lin Jinran and the others for further observation, Lu Feng seized upon the subject and replied, "I may not have improved much, but I'm still far stronger than the lot of you.