Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 257: Star Blade Protects the Master

The two men landed steadily near Lin Feng. They raised their heads, their gazes fixed on Lin Feng, who was perched atop the icicle. The icicle was tall and thick, emitting a chilling chill. Lin Feng, trapped within the icicle, seemed frozen in time, motionless. Only the Star Blade beside him flickered faintly, like a ray of hope in the darkness.

Suddenly, as if awakened by a mysterious force, the Star Blade unleashed a dazzling light without warning. Like the blazing sun, it instantly illuminated the entire area, blinding anyone who could see. Immediately afterwards, an invisible field rapidly erupted from the Star Blade, spreading endlessly in all directions like a vast, transparent shield. Before the two could react, they were enveloped.

The moment they were enveloped, their expressions changed drastically. An unimaginably powerful gravity surged over them like a tidal wave, as if the weight of the entire world were bearing down on them. Simultaneously, an inexplicable suppression of their cultivation, like an invisible shackle, tightly locked their strength. Their legs buckled uncontrollably, as if being pulled by countless hands. With a thud, they fell heavily to their knees.

This power was so terrifying that even Jian Cang, once a Grandmaster, fled in fear. These two were so anxious to rescue Lin Feng that they were completely unprepared for such a sudden change.

At this moment, they knelt on the ground, struggling to hold on. The man's face flushed crimson, veins bulging on his forehead. He clenched his teeth, his teeth chattering, his heart filled with resentment and helplessness. "How could this happen? We haven't even had time to save General Lin Feng, are we going to be trapped here to death?" He struggled to stand, his hands firmly on the ground, the muscles in his arms bulging with the force, but the gravity and the suppression of his cultivation made him unable to move.

The woman wasn't much better. Her face had turned as pale as snow, and her lips trembled slightly. Her eyes revealed fear and helplessness, their once bright pupils now dimmed. Despair filled her heart: "Have all our efforts been in vain? This force is simply beyond our ability to resist."

As time went on, the pressure of that force grew stronger. The woman, after all, was weaker, and she reached her limit first. Her throat surged, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Like a blooming red lotus, the blood drew a tragic arc through the icy air. Then, as if losing all support, she fell backward, crushed to the ground.

The man's eyes widened as he saw the woman fall, his heart filled with anxiety and anger. He roared, trying to resist with his last remaining strength. However, the relentless force didn't weaken in the slightest despite his rage. After a while, he felt as if his strength had been drained away, and a mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably. Then, he was completely crushed to the ground, his body pressed tightly against the cold earth, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.

And in that white world, Lin Feng was caught in a strange confrontation with himself, unaware of what was happening in the outside world.

Lin Feng warily regarded the man before him, who looked exactly like him, filled with doubt and unease. His brow furrowed tightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze like a sharp blade, trying to find a flaw in the man. He was the first to break the silence, his voice low and questioning, "Who are you?" The voice echoed in the silent white world, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

The man who looked like Lin Feng stared at him warily. His eyes were cold and unfamiliar, like a mirror reflecting Lin Feng's vigilance. He answered without hesitation, "I am Lin Feng. Who are you?" His voice was exactly the same as Lin Feng's, making the whole scene even more eerie, like a chaotic dream.

Lin Feng's expression grew serious, a hint of anger etched across his features. He took a small step forward, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and raised his voice, "Don't talk nonsense! I am Lin Feng. I've fought countless battles, emerged from blood and fire. I know my identity perfectly well. You must be an illusion conjured up by this strange place, trying to confuse me." His eyes burned with rage; he would not tolerate anyone impersonating him.

Not to be outdone, the other party also took a step forward, instantly closing the distance between them and making the atmosphere even more tense. His eyes widened, filled with anger and grievance, and he loudly retorted, "I am Lin Feng. My memories are as clear as yours, and my experiences are exactly the same. You imposter, what is your purpose?" His chest heaved violently like an enraged bull.

The two began a heated argument. Lin Feng's face flushed crimson, and he waved his arms, trying to overpower the other with his aura. "I was born in a small town in the martial arts world. From a young age, I followed my great-grandfather and father in martial arts training. Later, I went on expeditions and fought in countless battles, both large and small. These memories are all true. How could you also be Lin Feng?" His eyes were filled with determination; he firmly believed that he was the real Lin Feng.

The other party also became excited, and his voice rose a few degrees: "Me too, I still remember every detail of my childhood in Muyang Town, and the scene of me killing enemies on the battlefield is also vivid in my mind. You must have been controlled by some evil force to impersonate me." His expression became ferocious, as if he had been greatly slandered.

The two argued until their faces turned red, but neither could convince the other. Their eyes were filled with anger and suspicion, and the air seemed to be heated by their quarrel.

Finally, they all lost their patience and decided to use force to solve the problem.

Because the Star Knife was emitting light and flickering, as if reminding them of something, but the two were overwhelmed by anger at this time, and their minds were full of the "enemy" in front of them who was exactly the same as themselves, and they had no time to pay attention to the Star Knife.

Without further ado, the two men engaged in a brawl. Lin Feng launched the first attack, punching the opponent in the face. This punch condensed his anger and strength, and the wind whistled past with a sound of breaking wind. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he thought to himself: "No matter who you are, if you dare to impersonate me, you must pay the price."