Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1035 New Feelings with a Knife

As they drew closer, the two estimated that the ship ahead was more than ten times the size of their own wooden boat.

The wooden boats in Rongrong Lane are vessels that travel on inland waterways, while the large ship in the distance is a proper ocean-going vessel.

Rong Rong's wooden boat was a fishing boat used for fishing, while the large ship rushing towards them was a behemoth capable of fighting naval battles.

As the two sides approached, the large ship did not slow down.

Lin Feng and the other two had already figured it out: this big guy was coming to ram and sink their wooden boat.

As the nearly two-zhang-high bow of the ship loomed imposingly before the wooden boat, its speed undiminished, Rong Rong tried his best to adjust the rudder, but could not avoid the large ship that was deliberately ramming into him.

Ye Haishan packed up his fishing rod and gear, not even having time to pack them up, and with a sudden leap, he shot straight up to the bow of the boat, which was more than two zhang high.

Rong Rong gestured to Lin Feng, then stepped forward from the stern and jumped, stepping onto the cabin roof with one foot, soaring into the air. He then reached out and grabbed the ship's side, flipping himself onto the ship.

Lin Feng watched as the two boats collided. Their wooden boat was crushed by the larger boat, with half of it sinking into the water and the other end sticking up high.

Without him having to jump, the upturned wooden boat tossed Lin Feng into the air toward the bow of the large ship.

In less than two breaths, the three of them were standing on the bow of the large ship, looking down at their wooden boat, which was smashed into pieces with a loud crash and scattered in the sea, drifting with the waves.

The three men then turned their heads and saw a dozen or so pirates standing on the deck of the large ship, each carrying a straight knife, and some with bows drawn and arrows nocked, staring at them warily.

"This sea area is off-limits to everyone. Who are you?"

One of the pirate leaders stared at Lin Feng and shouted a question.

He judged Lin Feng's appearance to be of a high rank within his team, which is why he asked.

According to general rules, any ship that appears in this sea area without first displaying a flag to identify itself will be killed without mercy.

Lin Feng could understand his question, but he couldn't speak the pirates' language, so he could only turn to look at Rong Rong.

Rong Rong has always had smoother communication with the pirates.

Rong Rong then pointed at Lin Feng: "He is General Puliuchuan, who led us to Quzhou Prefecture. He didn't know that this place was a sea ban area."

The pirate leader looked at Lin Feng with a puzzled expression.

"General Takaryuukawa? From the Takaryu family, do you have any token?"

Lin Feng looked confused. Rong Rong noticed that he couldn't understand the pirates' language, so she moved closer to him and whispered some hints.

“Your knife has our family crest on it, show it to him.”

Lin Feng frowned: "Why waste time arguing with them? If you're not happy, then fight."

Rong Rong frowned: "Isn't this a rule of the sect? We can't hurt people at will. Quickly show him your tattoos. Master is glaring at us."

Lin Feng picked up the straight sword hanging at his waist. Just a finger's width from the hilt, there was a circular pattern carved on it. Upon closer inspection, it was a pair of birds with outstretched wings.

Rong Rong suggested, "It's also on the short sword; throw it to him so he can see it."

Lin Feng impatiently drew his short knife from his waist and tossed it to the pirate leader.

"This is the crest of the Tsuruta family. How can you say you're from the Waterfall family?"

The leader recognized the design's owner at a glance.

Before Rong Rong could explain, the pirate leader waved his hand, and seven or eight of the dozen or so pirates had already drawn their bows and arrows, ready to release them and shoot them at him as soon as the order was given.

Lin Feng and his two companions were standing scattered at the bow of the boat, less than three or five steps apart, when seven or eight feathered arrows came whistling towards them.

Of course, it was impossible to hurt them, so they each dodged to the side.

Rong Rong was still shouting and explaining when Lin Feng drew his sword and charged forward.

Originally, they were less than ten zhang apart. Lin Feng was very fast and took a few steps to reach the pirate leader. He swung his straight sword and slashed out.

The pirate leader was quite skilled; he drew his sword and, instead of retreating, advanced to meet Lin Feng.

Originally, the two swords were supposed to clash in mid-air, but Lin Feng's straight sword suddenly changed direction midway, dodging the pirate's straight sword and slashing diagonally across the right side of the pirate leader's face.

With a single slash, he severed half of the pirate leader's face, and amidst the splattering blood, the leader collapsed onto the deck.

Lin Feng did not stop, not even glancing at the pirate leader, and moved forward swiftly, slashing straight down at the next pirate.

His idea was that since the defensive counterattack mechanism had already been activated, there was no point in talking nonsense; it would be more efficient to just wipe them out completely.

The dozen or so pirates on the foredeck, seeing someone rushing over, and with their bows and arrows no longer within range, immediately threw down their bows, drew their swords, and charged at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng hadn't used his Wind-Splitting Saber Technique in a long time, and now that he was using it, it felt completely different.

I felt that there wasn't much difference from before, except that my thinking was clearer. After one cut, I had a target for the next cut. I no longer relied entirely on my body's natural reaction, blindly seeking speed, ruthlessness, and power.

Now, there's a comprehensive plan: how many opponents are in front of you, their positions, their attack patterns, which will be in front and which behind, and how many effective attacks are possible...

All this information was reflected in his consciousness. After being identified one by one, he used the weapons in his hands and the movements of his body to dodge several straight swords and then launch various counterattacks.

It sounds complicated, but in reality, in the blink of an eye, Lin Feng's straight sword had already been divided into layers and moves, and in one fell swoop, he slit the throats of the five or six pirates who surrounded him.

They seemed to rush in together, then tumbled out together, blood splattering from their necks, rolling twice on the deck before falling still.

The pirates fought fiercely, and in a short time, they didn't care how brave and sharp their opponents were; they only attacked and slashed.

Five or six men were cut down, and then another five or six pirates rushed up from behind.

Similarly, they didn't last two breaths before they stumbled and fell, their blood staining the deck beneath their feet and making every step slippery.

Seeing that more than a dozen pirates were still glaring fiercely at them, the next moment, only one pirate was left, standing alone a little distance away, staring blankly, at a loss.

Rong Rong quickly caught up and found a spot without bloodstains to step on.

"Kikawa, Master wants you to pause for a moment... Never mind, your sword is way too fast..."

He could clearly see the trajectory of Lin Feng's sword strikes, and he wasn't too surprised by Lin Feng's sword speed.

However, I found Lin Feng's knife-wielding technique to be quite ingenious.

Because if you're aiming for speed, you can't aim for a reasonable trajectory. Often, you'll make one cut and then another, involving two actions: pulling back the blade and extending it.

However, Lin Feng's knife, once it strikes, can use the momentum to change its trajectory halfway through, severing the necks of three or four people, or even more, in the most efficient and quickest way.

The thought of that swift, instantaneous strike is terrifying.

Without extraordinary talent and exceptional computational acumen, how could one possibly wield a knife like that?