"What?" Yue Lang and the others were shocked.
"Sir, you absolutely mustn't! How can we let you venture into the tiger's den? We'll fight our way in with you."
"Go requisition boats. Once I fire the signal arrow, come in and clean up what remains," Zhao Feng said, brooking no argument.
Seeing that they could not change his mind, they had no choice but to obey.
The Black Wind Sect's Mountain Gate stood on a solitary island in the middle of the Min River. Near the riverbank in front of the Mountain Gate stood a hundred-foot watchtower, from which even the slightest stir on the water could be spotted.
Atop the watchtower, two Black Wind Sect disciples kept watch, one on either side.
Neither saw the figure swim ashore like a fish on the water right beneath their eyes and hide behind the rocks.
Zhao Feng unwrapped the bow and arrows strapped to his back, drew his bow, and nocked an arrow! He fired twice in rapid succession.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Two streaks of dark light struck the disciples atop the watchtower with unerring accuracy, and both figures immediately fell.
Zhao Feng then fired a signal arrow specially made by the Martial Suppression Bureau, took Condensed Edge off his back and assembled it, then slipped into the Mountain Gate.
Just then, a patrol of disciples guarding the mountain saw a figure race halfway up the mountainside like wind and lightning.
"Who goes there!" They had barely shouted when their cries turned to screams!
With a sweep of Condensed Edge, Zhao Feng sent the entire patrol flying. Flesh and blood splattered, and piercing screams rang out without end.
"Who goes there? Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack!"
The Black Wind Sect disciples dissolved into a boiling mess of confusion and charged down the mountain.