Urban All-Round Master

Chapter 1262: Chapter 1296: Return to Zhonghai

“Then today I certainly won’t disappoint you!”

After fusing with the Totem, Lin Zifeng’s power value almost multiplied exponentially. Whether in strength or speed, it was nearly comparable to his peak period. However, such frantic overuse caused a significant drain on him.

The dragon’s body could only last for about ten minutes at most. If within those ten minutes he hadn’t taken down Jipu Qingshou to release Meng Chanji, if he wanted to fuse with the Totem again, it would be very difficult. After all, the internal consumption was too fierce, and the Primordial Energy provided by the Magic Bracelet couldn’t be absorbed in such a short time.

“Howl howl…”

The massive and ferocious dragon head revealed two rows of cold, terrifying fangs, opening its mouth to fiercely devour Jipu Qingshou.

The dragon’s body surged along, sweeping up layer upon layer of sand and stone waves.

“Hold!”

Jipu Qingshou’s white robe swirled, and he opened his hands, bracing them against the dragon’s upper and lower jaws, and then an enormous force surged from his arms.

With a shout, astonishingly, he held onto the dragon’s head with his hands alone and began to spin on the ground with his legs, tightly grasping the dragon’s head and swinging it around.

“Whoosh whoosh…”

The gigantic dragon body was swung around like a whip, and the feeling was quite unpleasant.

“Whoosh~”

Lin Zifeng was alarmed, but his reaction was extremely quick. The dragon’s tail swiftly wrapped around Jipu Qingshou’s body.

The gigantic strangulation force was like thousands of wild horses stampeding, tightly enclosing Jipu Qingshou’s body.

The terrifying strangulation force tightened constantly, squeezing Jipu Qingshou’s body into the shape of a twisted doughnut.

Especially his head, which was squeezed to resemble a pretzel.

“Howl howl…”

The Dragon Roar echoed in the sky, with black Scale Armor glistening brightly. This time, Jipu Qingshou was truly at a loss, his entire body encased by the dragon’s body. Even though he had the Sub-Saint Realm strength, his physical body wasn’t much stronger than Lin Zifeng’s. Under such strangulation force, let alone being human, even an elephant would be mashed into pulp.

“Ah…”

Jipu Qingshou finally couldn’t withstand the feeling of his body being strangulated. He tried his best to resist, but how could a mere human compare to a dragon’s body?

Inside the Yellow Talisman, Meng Chanji’s mind was anxious like a blazing fire. The old undying from the Iga Family was about to descend. If stuck any longer, it was questionable if that kid would survive, let alone himself.

“I can’t hold on! The Vital Energy depletion is too rapid, the Totem is about to disperse. If this old guy doesn’t die, then it will be me who dies today!”

Lin Zifeng was shocked internally. As time ticked away by the second, he realized that under such strangulation force, even if his strength was immense, he couldn’t withstand such consumption.

“Damn kid, kill me if you have the guts, don’t let me survive!”

Jipu Qingshou’s body was deformed by the dragon’s strangulation, his head swelled like a steamed bun, his chest and lower body twisted thin as twigs.

He gritted his teeth and held on resolutely. If Lin Zifeng squeezed for another half minute, Jipu Qingshou would definitely be dead without a doubt!

However, the dissipation of Vital Energy was even faster than Lin Zifeng imagined.

“Get off me!”

Jipu Qingshou also felt the strangulation force weakening, immediately clenching his fists with a cracking sound. Veins bulged ferociously on his arms, and then he unleashed a supreme force, breaking through the dragon’s strangulation force in an instant.

“Pop!”

The Totem dispersed, and Lin Zifeng returned to his original form, his body being forcefully thrown away.

“Pop!”

At that moment, Meng Chanji also erupted, tearing apart the large Yellow Talisman.

“Quickly escape!”

Meng Chanji moved rapidly, transforming into an arrow step, leaping forward. A dominant Fist Light struck down ferociously in front of Jipu Qingshou, who raised his arms to block, but with a crash, was sent flying.

“Let me assist you!”

The old undying from the Iga Family finally arrived, and a vast net of Hidden Weapons woven across the sky descended.

“Pop!”

In haste, Meng Chanji swung his head repeatedly, then covered Lin Zifeng’s retreat.

“Leave Fusang! Today!”

Lin Zifeng had no choice. Now those old monsters of Fusang had all emerged. If they didn’t run, they’d surely die.

“I hope to see you again in Zhonghai!”

Lin Zifeng left these words and quickly ran down from the desolate mountain.

“Trying to escape! Stay here!”

The Iga Sub-Saint Realm expert’s Samurai Sword rose into the sky, slashing straight for Lin Zifeng’s head.

“Old bastard, after so many years, do you only have the skill to beat juniors now? Have the guts to battle me!”

Meng Chanji used a Totem to protect the direction Lin Zifeng was attacked from, then drew in the Ninja King, fighting two Sub-Saint Realm powerhouses alone.

“Boom rumble~”

After fleeing the scene, a terrifying cloud of dust suddenly erupted behind him.

Every single timber on the ground was lifted layer by layer by the powerful air wave, like a massive tsunami wave.

As the final showdown erupted, the battle at the mountaintop gradually returned to tranquility.

After finding the people from the Talent Pavilion, Lin Zifeng quickly boarded the plane with the Hidden Kill and Ming Zhan members, then returned to the Martial Arts world.

He lost this time!

Completely lost.

All the plans collapsed into bubbles within just a few hours.

The meticulously arranged grand scheme suddenly changed. The Heavenly Martial Society wasn’t eliminated, and instead, nearly cost his brothers’ lives.

Inside the cabin, Hidden Kill, Ming Zhan, and all the members were particularly silent.

The atmosphere was also very low. Obviously, this encounter already somewhat disheartening the team, an unavoidable outcome.

In everyone’s mind, Lin Zifeng was like a god, whose actions and decisions were beyond understanding.

However, every time Lin Zifeng brought them thrilling experiences.

But at this moment, the god’s image was shattered.

Under absolute power, even with the highest wisdom, one could still be easily erased by others.

Lin Zifeng leaned against the cabin door, smoking a cigarette. The mission failed, and his mood was extremely poor. This failure was bound to create greater conflicts with the Heavenly Martial Society, Jipu, and Iga, causing more trouble in the future.

…

The entire afternoon, the mood in the cabin was extremely low, and no one spoke. It wasn’t until the helicopter returned to Zhonghai that the people from the Talent Pavilion confirmed Meng Chanji had escaped safely from Fusang, allowing everyone to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Lin Zifeng jumped off in the suburbs, letting Black Hawk and the others take their brothers to rest. He needed time to calm down and face the future.

This failure was the result of his overconfidence, though there were no casualties, and Meng Chanji safely left Fusang, Lin Zifeng still felt uneasy inside.

Beaten like a dog back to the Martial Arts world, if word got out, he’d surely be a laughingstock.

He stayed in the suburbs until evening before he regained some composure.