Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 562: Lingering Ghostly Presence

Chapter 562: Chapter 562: Lingering Ghostly Presence

Li Feng looked calm when the front hooves of Black Tornado touched the ground, clearly annoyed by the rider on its back, then instantly darted out with gathered strides.

"Li, my brother."

Zhang Chang also exclaimed in astonishment, asking if it was necessary to be so fierce—the moment he mentioned Black Tornado had a fiery temperament, Li Feng had mounted it. Was he joking?

Li Feng didn’t hear Zhang Chang’s inner thoughts as Black Tornado’s speed was rapid, and gusts of wind roared past his ears. Li Feng had ridden horses before, and had once stayed in Afghanistan for three months to complete a deal.

Afghanistan has many mountains and barren landscapes, and transportation there could be described by one word: terrible. Hence, riding horses and camels there was an important means of travel, and Li Feng had learned horse riding there.

Compared to the dilapidated roads of Afghanistan, the horse tracks at the ranch were flat and smooth, causing Li Feng no stress at all. He let Black Tornado gallop freely and wild, while he sat on it as steady as Mount Tai, savoring the thrill of the speed.

Zhang Chang sighed with relief; it seemed like everything was okay.

However, from where did Li Feng learn to ride horses? The document he held about Li Feng felt almost worthless because it summarized the life of an ordinary man with some added melodrama.

But from both encounters, it was evident that Li Feng was no ordinary man.

An ordinary man would not have the heart of the Wang Family’s young mistress from Sea City. Zhang Chang understood political marriages well; they were alliances formed merely for benefits, and emotions were non-existent in them—respecting each other was already fortunate.

Most involved parties live separate lives, without interfering with one another.

Just like how Li Feng could ride a horse; in Yan Country, horse riding had become a sport for nobility. Without some capabilities, one simply couldn’t afford the leisure, considering a horse sometimes cost even more than a sports car.

Add to that the expenses for a tamer, a veterinarian, and daily costs, it wasn’t a small sum.

"Jin’er, come on!"

After three laps, Black Tornado began to tame down. Horses sense when someone strong commands them, becoming best companions if tamed, and a ride full of bruises if not.

Jin’er hummed in approval, gracefully mounted her horse, which was much more docile than Black Tornado, and quickly caught up to Li Feng.

"Li Feng, where did you learn to ride so well?"

Jin’er was quite surprised.

"I used to work overseas. Once I went to Afghanistan and learned it from the locals there."

"Ah!"

Jin’er looked surprised. "You’ve worked overseas? What all did you do?"

"There was a lot; basically, anything that made money." Li Feng was not entirely lying.

"It must have been tough for you."

Jin’er looked at Li Feng, imagining a disregarded illegitimate son struggling abroad to make ends meet because she also took odd jobs to support herself while studying in the Northern Federation.

"It was okay. Though tough, it was fulfilling."

Just then, a fleeting flash of light came from the forest beside the Mountain Villa.

Though it was fleeting, Li Feng instinctively caught the light—someone was watching from afar.

"Jin’er, let’s race."

"Okay."

"I’ll count to three, then we start."

"One, two, three."

"Go."

Wang Jin’er immediately clamped her legs around her horse, leaned forward, and cracked her whip, and Princess, the horse beneath her, shot out like an arrow.

Li Feng followed close behind, but at the end of the charge, Li Feng didn’t turn; instead, he let Black Cyclone leap forth, charging straight out of the race track and onto a set of steps, sprinting up the not-so-steep mountain.

Midway up the mountain, a pavilion.

Li Feng, riding Black Cyclone, blocked the entrance of the pavilion at the mountainside and coldly eyed the man inside.

"State your name."

Li Feng sized up the man, noting from his stance that he had professional training, and even from several meters away, Li Feng could feel the aura of a killer emanating from him.

"People in the world call me Eight Master."

"Huh."

Li Feng scoffed, "Eight Master? Are you alone?"

Eight Master stood in the pavilion, raising his eyes to meet Li Feng’s, "I alone am enough."

"I had hoped to find a suitable time and place to kill you. Since you’re here, you might as well stay."

With that, Eight Master pulled out two wide-blade short knives from behind him.

"Eight-cutting Saber."

"You belong to the Wing Chun sect."

Li Feng noticed the weapons in the man’s hands, instantly recognizing them as the unique cold weapons of the Wing Chun sect, the Eight-cutting Saber.

"When did the successor of the Eight-cutting Saber start acting like a dog for others?"

Eight Master’s expression turned icy at Li Feng’s words, "Cut the crap, and prepare to die." With a tap of his toe, Eight Master leapt into the air, and his Eight-cutting Saber sliced through the air, leaving a long arc.

Li Feng, still on the horse, sneered and flicked his finger. A Finger Knife shot out, and Eight Master hurriedly blocked it with his saber, the Finger Knife grazing past him as he spun mid-air and landed.

Li Feng pulled on the reins, and Black Cyclone reared up, its front hooves aiming for Eight Master.

Eight Master rolled away awkwardly. Li Feng, seated firmly on his horse, looked down at Eight Master scornfully, then flipped off the horse.

"Is this all the might of the Wing Chun Eight-cutting Saber? Is it my lack of knowledge or your lack of skill? You wouldn’t happen to be a reject kicked out by Wing Chun, wielding the Eight-cutting Saber just to show off?"

"You’re asking for death!"

Eight Master stepped forward, both sabers in hand.

Li Feng eyes turned cold, and he whipped out his horsewhip, striking Eight Master’s hand, the Eight-cutting Saber nearly falling from his grasp.

Li Feng swung again with the whip, hitting the other saber. The blade quivered, and Eight Master’s hands started to feel numb.

"Your swordsplay is shallow, with too many openings."

After saying that, Li Feng kicked Eight Master in the chest, sending him crashing into the pavilion, breaking at least three or four ribs.

"Though there’s a killer’s aura on you, sadly, it’s only enough to kill the weak. You’re also among the weak. Your blade has no intent to kill."

Li Feng gave a cold glance to Eight Master lying on the ground.

"Next time, if you come to kill me, either send a Grandmaster, or bring a hundred and eighty of your kind."

"Not even enough for a warm-up."

Li Feng then turned, pulling Black Cyclone down the steps.

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