Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1312 The Strongest Samurai

He could easily take on five opponents at once.

Lin Feng didn't recognize the names of the other three fighters, nor was he interested in learning them.

Looking at the pirate commanders in the banquet hall, each one was flushed with excitement, and Hojo Nobunari was especially smug.

Lin Feng felt as if they had really stepped into a trap, but he didn't know where the problem lay.

However, Lin Feng was confident that even if there were problems, they wouldn't affect his and Qiao Jushan's lives.

Someone stepped forward and moved the two rows of low tables back by ten feet, creating a larger open space in the middle to prevent innocent people from being injured during the competition.

The surrounding lamps and candles were replaced with larger ones, increasing the brightness in the hall.

Lin Feng sensed from their actions that the pirates took the martial arts competition very seriously, even to the point of being devout.

From another perspective, Tokugawa Iehira's attitude toward peace talks was extremely urgent. He was eager to finalize all the conditions, then cease hostilities with Taisho and turn his attention to the Chūsai Army.

Tokugawa Iehira desperately needed to break the deadlock; he had been stuck here for too long, and the local emperor was probably losing patience with him.

It was already late Hai hour (9-11 PM).

After a flurry of activity, the pirates finally finished all the martial arts competition arrangements.

The arena was cordoned off with brown rope.

According to the rules, if a participant in the competition wishes to concede defeat, they may withdraw from the enclosure.

If you don't want to admit defeat, you can re-enter even if you're knocked out of the fence.

There are only two outcomes: either you voluntarily admit defeat, or you are unable to fight anymore or die.

Judging from the rules, it seems somewhat lenient; contestants can concede defeat and thus save their lives.

In fact, if you think about it deeply, in such an atmosphere, which martial arts competitor would dare to admit defeat voluntarily?

Fighting for the nation's destiny is far more valuable than your personal life.

If someone hadn't been beaten so badly they couldn't move, they probably wouldn't have survived the rest of the day.

Lin Feng's original plan was to enter the city, find out the situation of the pirate army, and then take the opportunity to disrupt the peace talks between the two sides.

But it seems the pirates gave him no time at all, and pushed the negotiations to a dead end that very night.

The first one to jump out and fight was still that burly man who played sumo. He stood in the middle of the arena, glaring fiercely at Lin Feng.

Clearly, his target was Lin Feng.

Of course, the first target that Tokugawa Iehira and Hojo Nobunari wanted to eliminate was also Lin Feng.

Judging from the burly man's expression, he and Lin Feng seemed like mortal enemies.

Lin Feng deduced that among the pirate warriors he had killed, there must be a close relative of this guy.

Although both sides selected five fighters each, the competition was a challenge match, where each fighter could freely challenge anyone from the other side as their opponent.

The rules were all set by others, and Dazheng had no chance to refuse.

This is the consequence of unequal negotiation.

Without even consulting Lin Feng, Hojo Nobunari, the chief referee for the entire event, shouted with a cheerful expression.

"General Mu, please accept the challenge and enter the arena."

Lin Feng put down his chopsticks and slowly stood up.

"Can I use a knife?"

Hojo Nobunari shook his head: "For the safety of both sides, no one is allowed to use weapons."

Lin Feng killed Heng Wuche and four pirate warriors with swords, and the speed at which he wielded the swords was terrifying.

Therefore, this rule appeared in the competition rules: neither side is allowed to use weapons during the competition.

Of all the members of the Taisho Peace Talks, only Lin Feng was a variable; the others, including Prime Minister Miao Changfeng, all seemed harmless.

Tokugawa Iehira and Hojo Nobunari planned this duel; if they could get Kimawa into the circle of the other fighters, they would win.

Using five top-notch soldiers handpicked from the military to deal with Mu Chuan shouldn't be a problem.

Once this troublemaker is taken down, the other problems will be easily solved.

Lin Feng stood up under Miao Changfeng's expectant and encouraging gaze, and took a few steps forward around the low table.

Two pirate warriors immediately stepped forward, blocking Lin Feng's path and indicating that they wanted to check whether he was carrying any weapons.

Hojo Nobunari laughed and said, "There's no other way. In order to ensure the fairness of the competition, everyone has to be confirmed before they go on stage."

The broken sword at Lin Feng's waist was taken off and placed on the low table where he was sitting.

Because it was covered by a cloth cover, no one knew what kind of weapon it was; they just thought it was a short knife or something similar.

Lin Feng also cared; as long as the broken sword was within his consciousness, he wouldn't lose it.

Moreover, given the demonic nature of the broken sword, it would be a blessing in his hands, but a calamity, a great calamity, if it were in someone else's possession.

Once they confirmed that Lin Feng had no more weapons, the two pirate warriors stepped aside and nodded to indicate that Lin Feng could enter the arena.

The burly man in the arena, though much shorter than Qiao Jushan, was no less robust. His bare upper body resembled that of a bull, and one could sense the immense power contained within him.

Lin Feng stepped into the arena, his tall and slender figure creating a stark contrast in strength with his opponent.

The two sides stood five or six steps apart, waiting for the command to begin.

Lin Feng put one hand behind his back and quietly watched the burly man.

In the eyes of the crowd, the disparity in strength was so great that they had already decided who would win.

Miao Changfeng was a little better off. He knew Lin Feng, and although he didn't have a knife, he was fast, so the outcome against the burly pirate warriors wouldn't be too bad.

Even if you are outmatched, you can still escape unscathed.

Feng Lizhe was on tenterhooks, hoping that Lin Feng could withstand the blow, escape the arena, and simply admit defeat.

As long as he can save his life, it's better than 20,000 taels of silver, since it's not like he's the one paying out of his own pocket.

Unconsciously, Feng Li also regarded Lin Feng as his backbone. Only when Lin Feng was around could he feel at ease when facing the ferocious pirates.

Regardless of what everyone thought, a loud shout kicked off the martial arts competition.

The burly man grinned at Lin Feng, then bent down, gathering all his strength, and with a powerful push from his legs, slammed forward.

Just by observing, I could feel the force of his impact; now, facing the burly man head-on, the feeling was even more direct.

Lin Feng felt as if a fully grown bull was charging wildly towards him.

However, in Lin Feng's eyes, the opponent's speed was too slow.

So slowly that he had to stand and wait for a while, without even taking his hands back behind his back. He only used one hand hanging down on his right side, clenching his fist and channeling his inner energy into his fist.

Then, he rotated his body to the left to avoid the strong man's charge, and with a right uppercut, struck the strong man's throat.

The burly man's thick body grazed past Lin Feng's chest. Due to the force, he couldn't stop in time, broke the cable, and rushed forward four or five steps before falling to the ground, almost crashing into the seats.

He struggled to get up.

The pirate warriors outside the arena quickly stepped forward to tidy up the ropes, then turned around and beckoned the burly man back into the arena to continue the duel.

To everyone's surprise, as they watched the burly man struggle to his feet, then kneel on the ground and remained motionless, head bowed, seemingly lost in thought.

Lin Feng exhaled, bent down and crawled out of the rope-enclosed arena, returned to his seat, sat cross-legged, picked up his wine cup, and took a sip.

Everyone in the hall focused their attention on the burly man, waiting for him to react as he knelt with his head bowed.