Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 211 - 212: An Ambush?

Zhang Yi sneered disdainfully, thrusting his long spear quickly, instantly skewering and killing those three barbarians, as flesh and blood flew in all directions.

"Amazingly strong!"

Li Zimu and the others all showed shocked expressions.

"This guy might be arrogant, but his strength is formidable."

Yang Min said.

Lin Feng shook his head slightly: "Indeed, his strength is not bad, but his defeat is just a matter of time."

As expected, after killing a full fifteen barbarians, Zhang Yi was already showing signs of fatigue. Although he could kill a barbarian with a single spear thrust, he still couldn’t withstand the barbarians’ attacks, and thus had to remain highly vigilant at all times.

The most important factor was the Priest from the Black Ghost Tribe, whose Star powers kept providing various ability enhancements, resulting in a terrifying increase in strength.

"Dammit, if I had known, I would have killed that Priest first!"

Zhang Yi regretted in his heart, initially believing that his own strength was enough to wipe out this group, but the outcome was vastly different.

"What are you useless fools standing there for? If you don’t want to become slaves, get your asses over here!"

Zhang Yi, seeing Li Zimu and his gang still dumbstruck, roared at them immediately.

At this moment, even though Li Zimu and his group were extremely reluctant, they had no choice but to join the fray, their skins thickening with determination. Although they were a notch below Zhang Yi, they were definitely not useless. On the contrary, their Cultivation levels were all at the peak of Great Martial Master Third Layer.

For a moment, they managed to pin down several barbarians, allowing Zhang Yi a breather.

"What are you, a piece of trash, standing around for?"

Zhang Yi, seeing Lin Feng and Yang Min unmoved, immediately bellowed at them.

Lin Feng responded with a faint smile: "Aren’t you a disciple of Star Palace? Aren’t you quite formidable? How come you’re already out of strength after killing just over ten? Seems like your physical and strength endurance isn’t up to par."

"You..."

Zhang Yi’s face turned red then pale, indeed, power and endurance were not his strong suits. His specialty was attack speed, able to deliver three strikes in the time it took others to make one.

In single combat, he was exceptionally powerful, but in this kind of melee, he was at a significant disadvantage. Moreover, his strength was only 4,600 jin, and although the barbarians were stronger by nature, even those who were only at Great Martial Master Second Layer possessed 4,000 jin of strength. With the Priest’s enhancement, their strength reached 4,500 jin. Although there was still a gap compared to his, the difference was no longer so stark.

Fortunately, aside from the Seven Great Tribes, other barbarians could not harness the power of the stars.

"Kid, don’t just talk big, do you dare to step up? I bet you couldn’t last a single round before you’re defeated! Do you think charging into battle is the same as sparring in the ring? Naive, laughable!!"

Zhang Yi scoffed.

"If I say I will, then I will, but afterwards, you better shut your filthy mouth."

Lin Feng glanced at him coldly and immediately started moving without giving Zhang Yi a chance to retort, instructing Yang Min to stay alert and guard the spot, while he himself charged forward explosively.

Zhang Yi gnashed his teeth in anger, a disciple of Star Palace and an Eighth Grade Star existence being so disdainfully looked down upon by a youngster? A murderous intent burst forth in his eyes.

However, in the next instant, his expression became one of astonishment because he saw Lin Feng’s Star.

"Great Martial Master Fourth Layer? Ninth Grade Star? War Giant Elephant?"

Lin Feng instantly executed Star Body, combined with the Demon Dragon Enhancement and Bone Palm. These barbarians were not kind men and women but a pack of jackals and tigers. Although Zhang Yi’s mouth was foul, he said one thing right: this was not a sports arena, but a battlefield of flashing blades and swords. Lin Feng did not dare to be arrogant, lest he capsized in a gutter.

"Die, kid!!"

A barbarian roared with anger, swinging a massive iron hammer towards Lin Feng’s head. The hammer, as large as a barrel and over a hundred pounds heavy, was light as a feather in the barbarian’s hand. It came smashing down like a meteor falling to earth.

Lin Feng didn’t even need to look; it was as if he had eyes on the back of his head as he turned around and threw a punch.

"What an idiot. Although he has a Ninth Grade Star, his cultivation is a pitiful Martial Master Fourth Layer. Does he really think he can stand up to a grown barbarian warrior?"

Zhang Yi quickly regained his composure. Ninth Grade Star was nothing special, after all, he had seen plenty and even defeated several when he joined the Star Palace. He was not surprised, and seeing Lin Feng daring to confront a barbarian head-on with only Fourth Layer cultivation, he couldn’t help but sneer in his heart. Even as a Sixth Layer, he had not fared well in a test of strength—this kid was likely courting death.

Bang!

However, the next moment, a low sound was heard, and Zhang Yi’s expression turned to one of astonishment. In his view, the barbarian’s iron hammer was actually shattered by a punch, and the punch, still full of momentum like an exploding dragon, went straight for the barbarian’s head and smashed it to pieces.

"How is this possible?"

Zhang Yi’s face showed utter astonishment, deeply shocked.

"Could the power boost from the War Giant Elephant really be so impressive? No, that’s not right. The War Giant Elephant isn’t that rare among Demon Beasts, and within Ninth Grade Beast Stars, it’s not even an advanced species. Could this be a mutated one?"

Zhang Yi, as a disciple of the Star Palace, had far more knowledge and insight than the average person, and his mind was quick to explore possibilities.

However, Lin Feng didn’t care about all that. He had killed a barbarian who ambushed him and headed straight for the Priest himself. Once this Priest was dead, the rest of the barbarians would be insignificant.

"Kill him! Kill him for me!!"

Si Bangde, seeing Lin Feng charging straight at him, shouted furiously.

"Kill!"

The Priest held a very high status, and the five protecting barbarians all rushed over. Lin Feng fearlessly struck out with several punches, and after a few punches, the five barbarians burst apart. Zhang Yi, Li Zimu, and the others watched, stunned. This guy was too ferocious; he actually fought the barbarians head-on, and even blew them up—how formidable was that strength?

"Damn it!!"

Seeing this, Si Bangde’s face went pale, and he immediately turned and fled. The Black Horned Beast was very fast, and the surviving seven or eight barbarians also promptly covered his retreat. How could Lin Feng let him escape? He burst forth in pursuit, but someone was even quicker than he was—Zhang Yi, who had been waiting for an opportunity.

"Haha, the head of this Priest is mine!!"

Zhang Yi laughed madly and charged forward.

Lin Feng chased after him a few steps then stopped, not because he couldn’t catch up, but because he noticed that the fleeing barbarians didn’t seem desperate at all. They didn’t look like they were running away in a panic but rather like they were luring them into a trap.

Lin Feng’s expression changed and he immediately shouted: "Watch out for an ambush!"

He wasn’t trying to help Zhang Yi; let that guy rush to his death if he wanted. He was worried that Qing Yi, being hot-headed, might rush over and trigger an ambush, attracting more barbarians. If that happened, Lin Feng would be caught in the crossfire.

"Pfft, if you can’t catch up, just admit it. Feeding me such BS to fool a child, do you think I, Zhang Yi, would fall for it?"

Zhang Yi said disdainfully.

"Idiot!"

Seeing this, Lin Feng immediately turned to flee, grabbing Yang Min without a second word and escaped from the place.