Dong Wenfeng sucked in a breath of cold air. What a fast speed!

He knew how powerful he was. Back in the days when he was under fire, he had been through a lot. He had made China a place where mercenaries were terrified. It could be said that he was a true weapons specialist.

Due to his inborn speed and strength that was far beyond ordinary people, coupled with his intense training since childhood, not to mention the average bodyguard, even among the international [S] class mercenaries, there were very few people who could control him. In fact, his teacher had even threatened that no two people in the world would be able to stand up to him.

But who would have thought that today, he would encounter one that was as fast as him.

Sensing the other party's thunderous momentum, Dong Wenfeng immediately punched out. His fist fiercely collided with the other party's fist, and for a moment, the surrounding air began to emit thumping sounds.

It was also at this moment that Dong Wenfeng's expression changed again.

The way he operated his power was completely different from an ordinary person's.

He was not at the same level as her, but had been nurtured in a strange way the day after tomorrow!

This meant that the opponent already had a certain amount of skills, as if they were using hacking techniques. If that was the case, Dong Wenfeng wanting to finish him off in a short period of time would not be easy.

On the other hand, Dong Wenfeng was using the limits of his body, while his opponent was using the limits of his techniques. With Dong Wenfeng's injured arm and abdomen, the other party's existence was clearly a threat.

Now that he was in the He Clan's territory, Dong Wenfeng would not be able to stay here for long. Seeing that the opponent had retreated two steps, quickly stabilizing his body, exerting the strength in both his legs, as if he was prepared to attack him twice, Dong Wenfeng did not care about anything else, immediately turning around and dashing to the side of the hill, concealing himself.

On one side of the road was an endless stretch of mountain peaks. The trees inside were lush and verdant. The moment Dong Wenfeng entered, he disappeared into the sea like a fish disappearing into the sea.

The expert who had accepted the high-priced mission and came to take Dong Wenfeng's head was called Duan Tongzhou. He had a lot of confidence, but when he saw Dong Wenfeng running away, he immediately took two steps forward. However, he did not give chase and instead sneered.

"Everyone says that this Dong Wenfeng is a soldier, and his speed and movements are first-rate. I really thought he was a Yellow Rank expert. I didn't expect him to be just a slightly stronger ordinary person."

Understanding this point, Duan Tongzhou no longer had any thoughts of chasing after them. In his eyes, such a person was nothing more than a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. No matter when he attacked, he would be able to give his opponent a fatal blow.

Just as Dong Wenfeng thought, Duan Tongzhou was no ordinary person. He wasn't a talented genius, but a cultivator.

Cultivators could not be compared to ordinary people. No matter how capable Dong Wenfeng was, he was far from being capable. As long as he dared to appear, he would kill him to silence him!

At this moment, Dong Wenfeng was walking on top of the mountain peak in a roundabout way for almost half an hour. After making sure that the other party wouldn't follow him, he stopped for a moment and started to recall what had happened.

Through the opponent's delicate control over his muscles and strength, Dong Wenfeng was sure that the opponent was definitely different from ordinary people.

Even if he went back now, he might not be able to block this kind of attack.

Thinking this way, Dong Wenfeng suddenly heard a burst of singing coming from the mountain.

He listened carefully for a while and actually heard the lyrics clearly.

"One touch, on Beauty, on your jade feet; second touch, smooth as brocade, smooth as silk; third touch, on the hem of her skirt, with the hem obscured; fourth touch, on the waist, on the waist, on the dance; fifth touch, between the ravines …"

In broad daylight, there was actually someone singing the song 'Ten, Eight, Touch' between the verdant and lush Concepts? Hearing this voice, Dong Wenfeng's expression darkened. He suddenly realized that the voice seemed to be drifting about in the distant mountain. It was clearly echoing in the mountains, but in a blink of an eye, it had already arrived in his vicinity.

Dong Wenfeng immediately became vigilant. He stood up and took out the throwing knives he prepared earlier and stared straight ahead. He saw a faint old man walking towards him.

The old man looked to be 1.6 meters tall, and he appeared to be abnormally short in front of the 1.8 meters tall Dong Wenfeng. He had a braid on his head, a white beard, and a walking stick in his hand.

Dong Wenfeng had seen thousands of people on the battlefield, but he had never seen such a person. However, from the looks of the other party, he knew that he was not in the same group as the He family.

Therefore, he kept his scimitar and made a path for his opponent to pass.

Unexpectedly, although he wasn't willing to say much, the other side took the initiative to speak up.

"Kid, your injuries aren't light. How can you not change your expression at this point? Not bad."

These words were like a clap of thunder that resounded in Dong Wenfeng's mind.

Although he was injured, the blood had already stopped. Plus, although his body was dirty, there wasn't much blood on him. He was wearing the black leather He family bodyguard uniform, so it was hard to tell where his wound was.

However, he didn't expect that this extremely dishonest looking old man would be able to see through him with a single glance.

He was bewildered, but before he could say anything, the other party spoke up once again, "Kid, I can see that your bones are in shock. You are a rare martial arts genius. The mission of maintaining world peace is none other than you …"

Dong Wenfeng: "…"

He looked at the other party, and after a long silence, he opened his mouth, "Old man, if you have nothing else to say, I will take my leave first."

When the old man heard this, his expression didn't have that exaggerated expression from before. He walked to a rock and squatted, then looked at Dong Wenfeng with an equal gaze, "Old man, I've walked the mountains for so many years and have never met anyone. Don't you think it's strange that I've encountered you in this kind of situation?"

Dong Wenfeng: "Maybe it's my bad luck today?"

The old man slapped his thigh. "What luck? This is clearly fate!" For a martial arts genius to meet a master with no descendants, this is fate.

Dong Wenfeng said: "Don't tell me you want me to sing together with you in the mountains?"

He didn't have any intention of teasing the old man, and felt that the old man might be an expert, but there were still many things he needed to face. The outside world was currently in chaos, and he was worried about Ke Er's safety, so he naturally wouldn't stay in the mountain with the old man to learn anything.

The old man did not answer directly, but said, "Your body's strength and speed, as well as the potential of your physique, are things that I have never seen before. Although you are just an ordinary person, your abilities are almost comparable to a middle stage Yellow Rank martial artist, and you have long surpassed the standards of an ordinary person who has undergone rigorous training. Just now, someone was able to force you into the mountains, and you can see that he has already surpassed the standard of an ordinary person. Are you not curious about why he was able to unleash such a powerful force? "