Thunderous hoofbeats rolled closer as the Six Directions Alliance riders encircled Lin Feng, Yun Feiyang, and Lei Bao. The leader, A towering figure wearing a ferocious iron mask that hid all but his icy, menacing eyes, brandished a black banner emblazoned with the Alliance's sigil, its fabric snapping sharply in the wind.
"Hmph, Yun Feiyang. Your end has come," the masked man hissed, voice dripping with disdain. "And you two fools who dare oppose the Six Directions Alliance—you've signed your own death warrants."
Yun Feiyang let out a cold sneer,stepping forward with his sword angled toward the ground,Its cold gleam reflects the resolve in his eyes. "You think a rabble like you can kill me? Dream on."
Lin Feng took a steadying breath. Though the odds were stacked, his anger at the Alliance's tyranny burned brighter than fear. Gripping his sword, he exchanged a determined glance with Lei Bao before aligning himself beside Yun Feiyang, ready to fight.
The masked leader's patience snapped. "Attack! Slay them all!"
The masked men surged forward, weapons drawn. Steel clashed, shouts echoing through the air.
Lin Feng darted toward the nearest attacker, executing the precise sword techniques Li Yichen had taught him. The men in black staggered, unprepared for the young man's skill. Lin Feng's blade sliced into his arm, and with a kick, sent him sprawling.
Meanwhile, Yun Feiyang moved like a tempest, his sword a blur as it cut down foe after foe. His calm focus stood in stark contrast to the chaos around him. Still, Wave after wave of men in black pressed forward.
Lei Bao's saber cleaved through the air with brutal force. Men fell before him, but exhaustion began to weigh on all three. Lin Feng's sleeve turned crimson from a gash, yet he wrapped it hastily and pressed on. Yun Feiyang's breath came in sharp gasps, but his strikes grew more relentless.
Watching from the sidelines, the masked leader scowled. His initial confidence crumbled as the trio defied his forces. Drawing his own massive blade—a broad, Cold light - tinted weapon—he charged toward Yun Feiyang.
Yun Feiyang sensed the danger and spun to meet him. The masked man's blows were thunderous, each swing threatening to split bone. Yun Feiyang ducked and weaved, seeking an opening.
Lin Feng, seeing Yun Feiyang engaged, redoubled his efforts. He cut down his remaining foes with renewed vigor, Lei Bao covering his flank. Together, They broke through the encirclement and rushed to Yun Feiyang's aid.
"Master Yun, I'll help!" Lin Feng shouted, thrusting at the masked man's back.
The leader whirled, blocking the strike with a metallic clang. "Impressive, boy. But today, you all die!"
Seizing the opening, Yun Feiyang's sword darted toward the man's chest. The blade tore through his armor, leaving a bloody gash. Roaring in fury, the leader attacked wildly.
Lin Feng noticed a flaw in the man's defense—a split - second gap between swings. As the leader swung at Yun Feiyang, Lin Feng lunged, driving his sword into the exposed spot.
The masked man froze, eyes wide with disbelief. His blade clattered to the ground, and he collapsed.
The surviving men in black scattered in panic. The trio stood victorious but battered.
Yun Feiyang clapped Lin Feng's shoulder. "That was a crucial strike, brother. We'd be in deeper trouble without it."
Lin Feng shook his head modestly. "We did it together."
Lei Bao approached, grinning. "We're brothers now, forged in battle. But the Alliance won't stop here. What's our next move?"
Before they could answer, distant voices echoed toward them. A crowd emerged—some armed, others terrified—led by a robed middle - aged man. Lin Feng tensed, unsure if they were friend or foe.
The air grew heavy with uncertainty. What new challenges awaited them?