Encountering Bandits

Lin Feng, who was chatting and laughing with Delia, felt the hair on his entire body stand on end in that split second, his heart sinking to the very bottom.

"Danger!"

Lin Feng let out a loud roar and threw himself toward Delia at his side with lightning speed.

Puchi!

That high-speed arrow pierced into Lin Feng's left arm from behind like a bolt of lightning, stopping less than five centimeters away from his heart.

Having just returned from the gates of hell, Lin Feng gritted his teeth against the intense pain radiating from his left arm, hugged Delia, and pressed himself into the grass, looking toward the side and rear with vigilance.

"A wind-style magic archer. Based solely on the 'Speed' and 'Precision' magic effects added to this arrow, this wind-style magic archer has reached at least the level of a fifth-rank mage." Doehring Cowart's voice echoed in Lin Feng's mind.

Hearing Doehring Cowart's reminder, Lin Feng cursed himself inwardly. With Delia's company, he had actually forgotten that the original book described the entrance to the Magical Beast Mountain Range as being infested with bandits. Even the Lin Feng in the original book was nearly pierced by a sneak-attack arrow during his first training trip to the Magical Beast Mountain Range. At the same time, Lin Feng felt secretly thankful that he had waited until he was a sixth-rank mage and fifth-rank warrior to come to the Magical Beast Mountain Range for training. If he had come as a fifth-rank mage and fourth-rank warrior like in the original book, even if the arrow hadn't hit him, Delia would likely have perished under the assault.

Thinking of this terrifying consequence, a chill suddenly rose in Lin Feng's heart. Since arriving in this world, Lin Feng had never encountered a life-threatening situation until now.

"It seems the Coiling Dragon world is dangerous, with hidden killers everywhere; it's not just something the great author Tomato was joking about."

Although these thoughts were racing through his mind, Lin Feng, having already suffered once, naturally would not let his guard down.

"Hand over all your valuables, and I will spare your lives." A cold voice rang out, and then over a dozen figures in green emerged from the mountain forest in the distance. These dozen or so people were all holding bows and arrows, with short blades hanging at their waists. They looked at Lin Feng and Delia with indifference, constantly closing in on them.

However, the person who spoke did not show his face.

"The lines are so similar; I suspect this group of bandits is the same one that robbed Lin Feng five years later in the original book." Despite these suspicions, Lin Feng did not hand over his valuables. He was no fool; he wouldn't trust the words of these brigands. He figured that the moment he showed his head, he would be shot through the skull by a sharp arrow.

"Fire!" The cold voice commanded. The wind-style magic archer behind the scenes was clearly very decisive; seeing that the two of them would not surrender, he immediately ordered them to be killed.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Very abruptly, the dozen or so people fired their bows simultaneously. A dozen arrows shot over at high speed, and Lin Feng, holding Delia, immediately dodged.

Lin Feng cast the wind-style support magic "Speed," dodging with elegance. As for Beibei, Lin Feng didn't bother with him at all. As a transmigrator, Lin Feng knew that the God-Eater Rat Beibei had a monstrous defense. Although Beibei was still in his infancy, these ordinary arrows could not break his defense.

"You two had better come out obediently." The cold voice came from the distant mountain forest, and the dozen or so archers also roared triumphantly. A wind-style archer not only needs powerful magic but also sufficient strength to use such heavy bows.

Wind-style archers are terrifying long-range attackers.

A murderous intent flashed in Lin Feng's eyes as he looked at the dozen archers in the distance as if they were dead men.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi! Puchi! Very suddenly, the earth shook. Beneath the feet of those dozen archers, one after another, earth spikes erupted. Sharp, earth-yellow glowing spearheads pierced through the archers' thighs and abdomens, blood flowing all over the ground as screams rang out incessantly.

Earth-style fifth-rank magic, Earth Spike Array!

"Ah!" The screams rose one after another immediately.

Dozens of earth spikes emerged from the ground simultaneously. Those sharp earth spikes, over a meter high, could even pierce a person through in an instant. The dense array of spikes was like a sudden disaster, plunging the dozen archers into a painful abyss.

"Boss, help, help me." One archer, who had been pierced through the crotch by an earth spike, screamed in agony.

"Ah, ah~" An archer whose thigh had been pierced lay on the ground, screaming in constant pain.

Of those dozen archers, four died on the spot, and nearly ten were severely injured. The combat effectiveness of these archers was almost entirely lost.

"An earth-style mage!"

The archer leader, who had been hiding in the mountain forest, was shocked. He had relied on assassination tactics to rob many people entering or leaving the Magical Beast Mountain Range, thereby acquiring a great deal of wealth.

"Delia, stay here and don't move."

Lin Feng whispered in Delia's ear, then suddenly sprang up. At the same time, as his lips moved, wind-style magic elements surged rapidly, condensing into a long spear in an instant.

This long spear was entirely condensed from wind-style magic elements. The pale cyan spear gave off an illusory feeling, but the magic power flowing rapidly across it left no doubt about its destructive force.

"Fifth-rank magic, Wind Roar! The opponent is at least a fifth-rank dual-element mage of wind and earth. Run!"

The moment the bandit leader saw Lin Feng cast Wind Roar, he judged Lin Feng's strength and, without hesitation, turned and fled.

"Want to run? Hmph!" A cruel arc curled at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth, and for the first time, he felt murderous intent toward someone.

Lin Feng had always loved the part in Coiling Dragon where Lin Feng trained in the Magical Beast Mountain Range. He understood the dangers of the mountain range extremely well and knew deeply that being kind to the enemy was being cruel to oneself.

"Go!"

As soon as he spoke, the Wind Roar, also imbued with "Speed" and "Precision," roared toward the rapidly fleeing bandit leader at a speed even faster than the arrow the leader had fired earlier.

Wind-style magic is inherently adept at speed, let alone a fifth-rank wind-style magic, Wind Roar, enhanced with "Speed." A hundred meters passed in the blink of an eye. The bandit leader felt a chill behind him and instinctively threw the longbow in his hand backward.

But how could a mere longbow block a fifth-rank magic, Wind Roar? Puchi! The powerful force instantly pierced through the bandit leader's head, blood streaming and brains splattering.

The bandit leader's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. He struggled to turn his head, his face filled with disbelief.

"Sixth... sixth-rank mage..."

Barely managing to utter these words, the light in the bandit leader's eyes gradually dimmed, and then he collapsed with a thud.

Seeing that the bandit leader had been killed, Lin Feng stopped paying attention to him. He walked slowly toward the dozen bandits who had been severely injured by his Earth Spike Array, slowly opened the pack on his back, and took out a Flat Blade.

"Master Mage, spare our lives! We are willing to offer you all the valuables we have on us."

Seeing Lin Feng take out a weapon, the dozen bandits who had lost their combat ability were filled with the fear of death, loudly begging Lin Feng for mercy.

"Spare you?" Lin Feng gave a cold laugh. "If my strength were inferior to yours, I would probably have been killed by you by now!"

"Master..." One of the bandits had only managed to utter two words before his head went flying. Toward this group of bandits who had no idea how many passersby they had intercepted and killed, Lin Feng felt not a shred of pity. With a flick of his wrist and a swing of his blade, he harvested the lives of the remaining bandits in a matter of seconds.