This scar-faced man must be wearing some kind of armor, otherwise even with the strength of his body, he would have taken some damage under my twelve consecutive strikes. But what kind of armor could withstand an attack from the Dark Iron?" Chen Feng pulled out the Dark Iron that had morphed from his armor, held it in his palm, and with a thought, reshaped it into a half-gauntlet and a two-inch-long claw attachment.

The scarred man, Gino, having punched Chen Feng away, didn't immediately press the attack, but walked slowly forward, a smile playing across his face, as if Chen Feng were already a plaything in his grasp. It was like a cat toying with a mouse; once the mouse can no longer escape, the cat savors the torture rather than immediately delivering the killing blow.

"The gap in power between a Battle Master and a Battle Warrior is just too vast. Resistance is futile. No matter what, you die today. You should pray you at least keep your body whole!"

Gino’s sinister words gradually emerged, the scars on his face turning crimson with excitement.

Chen Feng stood up, brushing the dust from his clothes. His black suit had ripped open in the front from the impact of the punch, revealing the slightly pale skin beneath.

"The attack of a Battle Master is nothing more than this!" Chen Feng adjusted his clothing, his voice cool and light, as if the previous attack had only amounted to an itch.

"You..." Gino’s rage surged, but he was a man of resolute mind, understanding that the opponent was deliberately trying to provoke him. A terrifyingly grim expression settled on his face, and his low voice continued, "Trying to anger me? Heh, let me tell you clearly, if I get angry, you’ll die even faster. Why don't you use this time, before my temper flares, to come to terms with your impending death!"

"Is that so!" Chen Feng’s head of red hair fluttered in the wind. His slender frame leaned back slightly, and a ball of pale blue flame churned restlessly in his palm. The gauntlet and claw attachment on his arm emitted a pitch-black, heart-thumping luster: "Then how about you taste my Dark Hook Hand again!"

"Vortex Energy at 43%, Style 108: Dark Hook Hand!"

With a shout, his right hand flickered, unleashing eight successive Dark Hook Hands.

The stacked assault of the Dark Hook Hand—Chen Feng was in the zone.

Not everyone in the Leff family bore the surname Leff; many were bought or recruited as servants or retainers. It was merely an employment relationship, and they had no intrinsic reason to die for the Leff family.

As the kneeling man finished speaking, fear instantly spread like a contagion. Boom, boom, boom, boom—another six or seven people immediately collapsed to their knees.

"We were just minor underlings, Elder! We weren't aware of your intentions!"

Now only five people remained standing in the front, their eyes filled with contempt for those who had knelt. Indeed, betraying the family in a time of crisis was utterly despicable.

"You are also a disgrace to the family, I'll kill you first!" The bearded man roared, striking his magic staff repeatedly. A dozen small earth-elemental magic orbs shot toward the first person who had knelt.

The first man to kneel was clearly no weakling. He spun around to evade the magical attack, a savage look crossing his face: "Trying to kill me? Then you die!" Without magic or a battle technique, he lunged, tackling the bearded man to the ground and clamping his hands around his throat...

Once these two clashed, it erupted into a contest between the betrayers and the loyalists. Those begging Chen Feng for their lives and those defending the Leff family began to fight and tear at each other...

Chen Feng hadn't expected such a turn of events; a single sentence from him had incited a massacre among them, causing a pang of reflection in his heart. This was the contradictory nature of humanity: some people found surging courage when fighting for survival, while others found it defending their honor. Regardless, given his current condition, killing all of them in one go wouldn't be easy. Their mutual slaughter conveniently saved him considerable trouble.

After a while, the screams and tearing sounds began to fade. Only three remained alive in the front section, and surprisingly, the bearded man was among them.

Chen Feng looked at the corpses littering the ground, those who had died fighting for survival, and his eyes held no trace of pity, only disdain.

After half a day of recuperation, a small amount of Vortex Energy had returned to his Dantian. Chen Feng walked toward the three survivors. Just as he was about to speak, the bearded man suddenly shouted, "We won't let you insult us!" With that, he slammed a palm strike into his own crown and committed suicide!

Seeing the bearded man's drastic action, the remaining two followed suit and killed themselves.

"This..." Chen Feng froze momentarily. He hadn't expected the Leff family to harbor some truly loyal and steadfast members. For a moment, his resolve for revenge wavered. His original plan had been to wait until he reached the Battle Master realm to slaughter every family that had wronged him, including his own Kaint family. Now, for some inexplicable reason, a strange feeling arose, as if doing so might be wrong.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Feng steeled himself. Revenge was necessary, but the method of exacting it needed careful consideration.

Turning around, Chen Feng faced the members of the Fate Mercenary Group.

"What do you want?" The mercenaries, having witnessed the Battle Master-level scarred man Gino being killed by this young man, felt a profound sense of powerlessness. Seeing Chen Feng turn his gaze upon them, they shouted in unison and retreated rapidly.

Chen Feng knew his recent brutality had placed immense psychological pressure on them, so he stopped his advance. Instead, he spoke coldly, "I have a mercenary mission for you. I wonder if you're interested!"

As he finished speaking, he flipped his wrist, and a bag of gold coins materialized out of thin air! (To be continued. For more details, please visit www**com for more chapters, support the author, and enjoy genuine reading!)