Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 953 - 982: The Dreaded Lin Zifeng

Chapter 953: Chapter 982: The Dreaded Lin Zifeng

Before Lin Zifeng could completely regain consciousness, Nangong Bing had already run towards the bathroom with her small face flushed.

Watching her leave in good spirits, Lin Zifeng smiled in that moment.

That kind of long-concealed and sincere smile inadvertently revealed itself.

However, his figure gradually disappeared within the room.

...

Until Nangong Bing walked out from the bathroom, she found the entire room had become empty.

Moreover, on her desk was a ring—the Star Ring!

Nangong Bing stepped forward, holding the ring in her palm, with a note pressed underneath the Star Ring.

The note had a line of small words, written with emotion.

Yet, tears involuntarily streamed down from the corners of her eyes.

Holding the Star Ring, she suddenly rushed out of the room.

"Lin Zifeng! Lin Zifeng!"

Nangong Bing’s pretty eyes were red, as she ran to Lin Zifeng’s room and turned on the light, the entire room was nothing but empty and silent.

Then, Nangong Bing turned and left, searching every room in the villa. Each room she opened, her eyes turned red.

Scenes from the past flashed before her eyes; if a song worth recalling were played at this moment, it could even make one cry.

By the time she chased out of the villa, Lin Zifeng had already disappeared, already left the villa.

The note he left clearly wrote a line of concerned words; though there was nothing prophetic in the writing, she faintly felt a sense of sadness.

Perhaps after experiencing so much together, their understanding of each other had become very close.

"Lin Zifeng, you must remember to come back, I will wait for you, I, Nangong Bing, will wait!"

Breezing through the night, Nangong Bing’s eyes were red, staring into the distance, silently reciting Lin Zifeng’s name in her heart—

For quite a while...

Until Nangong Bing returned to the villa, did Lin Zifeng gradually emerge from a corner of the villa.

He did not want to leave in front of everyone tomorrow; rather than that, he preferred to quietly leave alone. If he could return alive, then they could still see him; if he died.

From then on, he would just be a memory in their lives...

Taking out a cigarette, slowly lighting it, Lin Zifeng deeply inhaled two puffs.

The solitary silhouette gradually vanished under the night...

The day after...

According to the prior arrangements of the Martial Arts Alliance and the Ability Society, early morning saw a gathering of numerous masters in a certain desolate area.

Zhan Long, Chen Bubai, Yu, all of them were present.

The Ability Society martial artists along with masters from the Martial Arts Alliance, roughly over fifty, additionally the brothers from the Martial Arts Society that Lin Zifeng nurtured all assembled; this time Lin Zifeng really wished to eliminate the Heavenly Gate with one strike.

One hundred and eight masters, robust with blood and qi, inevitably surprised everyone in the Ability Society.

Especially among them, the Hidden Kill of the seventy-two Skies, leaving a particularly deep impression on everyone in the Ability Society; these guys stood cold and stern, like wooden stakes.

"Young Lin, you’ve been given this opportunity now, whether you can accomplish it depends on your own fate."

Under an F8 fighter jet, Long Zaitian stood side by side with the head of the Ability Society.

Every now and then paying attention to those aloof figures Lin Zifeng brought.

Lin Zifeng had just jumped down from another helicopter.

"This time, we’re taking quite a risk, whether we can accomplish this mission, I hope you won’t disappoint us."

The head of the Ability Society approached with a smile, ready to pat Lin Zifeng on the shoulder.

"Don’t worry, I definitely won’t disappoint you!"

Lin Zifeng shifted his body, the hand of the head of the Ability Society fell empty.

Immediately, his old face turned somewhat pale and embarrassed.

Once everyone boarded the helicopter one after another.

Long Zaitian stepped forward.

With a smile, he said: "Have you noticed that this young man’s cultivation power is becoming increasingly enigmatic?"

"What do you mean?"

The head of the Ability Society raised his sword-like brows, "Long Zaitian, since you’ve thought of something, why not just say it? Is there still anything we can’t share between us?"

"Haha... Old Meng, haven’t you noticed that when he avoided your hand, he showed no effort? Moreover, compared to his speed when dodging, it’s hardly inferior to ours."

Whoosh—

The head of the Ability Society took a sharp breath.

With wide eyes, he asked: "Are you saying he has stepped into the Early Stage of the Condensation Realm!"

"Quite possibly." Long Zaitian’s deep gaze stared at the helicopter disappearing into the sky, murmuring: "The two of us have been stuck in the Peak Stage of the Condensation Realm for nearly ten years. Unexpectedly, this young boy returned, starting from zero, in merely six months, now possessing the cultivation of the Early Stage of the Condensation Realm, indeed a heavenly-defying level genius."

"So what should we do? Don’t say I didn’t warn you. You understand the principle of ’raising a tiger to cause trouble,’ right? In just half a year, this young lad has reached the Condensation Realm. If he can manifest the Artifact Totem and Beast Totem, his future achievements might be even higher, aren’t you afraid he’ll betray us?"

The head of the Ability Society squinted his eyes while explaining, his heart indeed shaken by Long Zaitian’s words.

Lin Zifeng, so young, had already reached this level, and only within half a year’s time, evolving from an Inner Strength hired master to such a level master, he faintly harbored killing intent.

"Betray? Do you think he dares?"

They walked together towards the cabin.

Long Zaitian personally took a bottle of high-purity brandy from the cabin wine rack and personally poured a glass for the head of the Ability Society.

"Come, this is the good wine I’ve recently collected, always troubled with no one to drink with me, since you’ve come today, accompany me for a few drinks."

"Drinking? You still have the mood for drinking? I just asked you, you haven’t answered me yet, aren’t you afraid this young lad will betray us? If his cultivation power becomes something even we can’t subdue, then he might become the next Dark Angel, and it’ll be quite tricky to handle by then."

"Rest assured, he definitely won’t betray us."

Long Zaitian smiled easily, took up the wine glass, and drank heartily, the intense alcohol turning his face red.

"Are you so sure?"

The head of the Ability Society was a hot-tempered person; he utterly disliked Long Zaitian, the old bastard, circling him.

"Because he still has emotional ties; as long as he has ties, he’ll never be able to betray."

Long Zaitian’s eyes emitted a dark light, flatly stating.

"You mean that young girl?" The head of the Ability Society licked his lips and said with wide eyes: "You want to use that girl to threaten him in the future?"

"You’ve only guessed half of it."