67: A sharp blade in chaos

Boom—!

The soaring flames tore through the dark night, illuminating the entire indigenous village as if it were day!

At the very moment that orange-red fire dragon shot into the sky, at the very moment all the indigenous people were distracted by the shocking turn of events at the warehouse in the rear!

In the shadows at the edge of the sacrificial square, Lin Feng moved!

He no longer hid; he no longer sneaked.

The muscles across his entire body tightened and exploded in an instant; the ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble slightly as he kicked off!

Whoosh!

He shot out from the darkness like a cannonball fired from its barrel!

Fifty meters!

This distance, which would normally take over a minute of strolling, became a racetrack where life was counted down under his feet!

The wind howled in his ears, and the chaotic screams and the crackling of flames seemed to be stretched into a blurry background noise.

In Lin Feng's entire world, only that towering totem pole ahead, with Juan and Carlos tied to it, remained!

Four seconds!

Less than four seconds, even!

While the vast majority of the indigenous people were still turning their heads, mouths agape, staring in horror at the sea of fire behind the village, a dark shadow had already crossed the entire square, trailing a fierce wind!

Like a phantom, Lin Feng appeared beneath the totem pole!

"Pfft!"

Without the slightest pause, his wrist flicked, and the sharp machete drew a cold light of death in the firelight, grazing Juan's ankle with incomparable precision!

The tough vines snapped at the sound!

His feet suddenly regained freedom, and a sense of weightlessness hit him. Juan jolted awake from his stupor. He opened his bloodshot eyes, and in those eyes that had been completely filled with despair, an unbelievable ecstasy instantly erupted!

He saw it!

He saw Lin Feng!

That face, flickering in the leaping firelight, was so calm it made one's heart skip a beat—terrifyingly calm!

"Feng... Brother Feng!" Juan's voice was so hoarse it was almost out of tune.

Lin Feng didn't even bother to respond with a single word.

Time was life!

He kicked off the rough totem pole, his body soaring into the air in defiance of physical common sense. The machete in his hand swung upward, tracing another lethal arc, aiming straight for the vines binding Juan's wrists!

"@#￥%!" (Enemy!)

Finally!

An indigenous warrior closest to the totem pole snapped out of his shock.

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and a beast-like sharp roar escaped his throat. He didn't even have time to think about how this person had appeared; his bodily instinct already drove him to raise the spear in his hand and thrust it fiercely at Lin Feng in mid-air with all his strength!

The tip of the spear shimmered with the eerie light of poison, pointing straight at Lin Feng's heart!

At this moment, Lin Feng was in mid-air with nowhere to gain leverage, like a sitting duck!

"Watch out!" Juan's heart, which had just gained a glimmer of hope, instantly leaped into his throat again. His eyes nearly split as he let out a desperate cry.

However, Lin Feng's expression didn't change in the slightest.

Just an instant before the spear tip was about to pierce his body, he twisted his waist violently!

An inconceivable mid-air rotation!

His body, at an angle impossible for a human, forcefully avoided the lethal spear tip!

The spear almost brushed past his ribs!

At the same time, his downward-slashing machete changed direction with the momentum. With a crisp "clang", it struck the wooden shaft of the spear squarely!

Crack!

The hard wooden shaft was chopped into two on the spot!

Using the force of the recoil, Lin Feng's body gained a small buffer in the air. He landed steadily, not even looking at the indigenous warrior who stood frozen in place because his weapon was destroyed.

With a backhand stroke, he struck again, fast as lightning. With a "pfft" sound, he also severed the vines binding Carlos's ankles!

"Quick! Untie the ropes on your hands yourself!"

Lin Feng growled low. Without looking, he shoved the machete into Juan's hand.

Juan snapped out of it as if from a dream. He gripped the machete—the symbol of survival—tightly and began frantically cutting the vines binding Carlos's wrists.

"Catch him!"

"Kill him!"

More indigenous warriors finally reacted!

They gave up on going to the rear to fight the fire. Their faces, twisted and hideous in the firelight, were filled with the rage of being toyed with and of their gods being desecrated!

They howled, closing in from all directions like a tide!

Shhh! Shhh! Shhh!

Poisoned blowdarts whistled through the air!

Heavy stone axes carried a howl that tore through the air!

Sharp spears formed a forest of death!

In an instant, all of Lin Feng's paths of retreat were completely blocked!

"Roar—!"

On the high altar, the scrawny Old Priest also completely regained his senses. His wrinkled face was distorted by extreme anger, looking like a malevolent ghost crawled out of hell. He extended a withered finger, pointing straight at Lin Feng, and hissed frantically in a language so sharp it was ear-piercing, commanding his warriors to tear this intruder—who dared to provoke the gods during the sacrificial ceremony—into the smallest pieces of meat!

Lin Feng's pupils contracted sharply.

Trouble.

He had calculated that a large fire would bring great chaos to the village, but he had still underestimated the reaction speed of these indigenous warriors, and even more so, their fearless fighting spirit and religious fanaticism!

Without any hesitation, he pulled out another spare machete from his waist.

Holding a blade in each hand, he took a deep breath. Facing the enemies surging like a black tide, he advanced instead of retreating!

"Combat Mastery!"

The moment the skill activated in his mind, countless combat techniques, evasion paths, attack angles, human weaknesses... everything turned into the purest stream of data, flashing frantically through his mind!

The battle begins!

A burly indigenous warrior led the charge. He roared, raising a massive stone axe with both hands, and brought it down with all his might!

This axe strike carried the force of ten thousand catties, intending to split Lin Feng in half!

Lin Feng's body jerked to the left!

The heavy axe blade almost brushed past the tip of his nose, the resulting wind stinging his cheek!

Now!

Lin Feng flipped his wrist. With the back of the left machete facing up, he struck the opponent's axe-wielding wrist with incomparable precision at a tricky angle!

"Ow!"

The indigenous man let out a howl of pain. A surge of intense pain came from his wrist, and he could no longer hold the massive stone axe, which flew out of his hand.

Lin Feng stepped forward, his right shoulder leading, and delivered a vicious elbow strike that slammed solidly into the opponent's defenseless chest!

"Crack!"

The clear, sickening sound of bones shattering echoed!

The expression on the burly indigenous warrior's face froze instantly. His body slumped like a pile of mud, his chest caving in at a bizarre angle. It was clear he wouldn't survive.

A killing blow in one strike!

Lin Feng's movements didn't stop for a second!

He parried a spear thrust from the side with a backhand stroke, and the blade slid up the shaft, leaving a terrifying, bone-deep wound on the arm of another indigenous man holding the spear!

Blood gushed out!

The smell of blood completely triggered the most primitive and wild ferocity in the bones of these indigenous people!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

They howled, their eyes becoming even redder. They no longer had any order, simply lunging at Lin Feng recklessly, regardless of life or death!

Lin Feng was like a reef in a raging sea, tenaciously resisting wave after wave of impact.

Every time he struck with his blade, every time he dodged, it was precise to the extreme, without wasting a single bit of strength.

His twin blades turned into two silver whirlwinds, constantly drawing bursts of blood from the crowd.

But there were simply too many enemies!

Two fists are no match for four hands; a hero cannot withstand a crowd!

Soon, Lin Feng began to take hits.

A spear swiped from an extremely tricky angle. Although he avoided his vitals, the sharp tip still sliced a long gash on his left arm!

Immediately after, a stone dart flying from nowhere hit his right shoulder with a "thud"!

A searing pain shot through him instantly, causing the movements of his right arm to stall!

This brief pause became a fatal flaw!

"Pfft!"

In the chaos, a thick wooden club from his visual blind spot, carrying a foul wind, slammed heavily into his lower back!

"Ugh!"

An indescribable agony radiated from his waist, instantly spreading throughout his entire body!

Lin Feng felt his vision go dark. His body stumbled, and he almost knelt on the spot!

It's over!

This was the flaw!

The eyes of four or five indigenous warriors, who had been circling and waiting for an opportunity, simultaneously erupted with bloodthirsty light!

Like hungry wolves smelling blood, they howled and lunged simultaneously from different directions!

The stone axes, wooden clubs, and spears in their hands smashed down mercilessly toward his unbalanced body, especially his head!

The shadow of death completely enveloped him in this instant!

"Brother Feng—!"

On the totem pole, Carlos, who had just had the vines on his wrists cut by Juan, was about to jump down to help when he saw this horrifying scene. He let out a heart-wrenching scream.

It's over.

In Lin Feng's mind, only these two words remained.

He could dodge the stone axe aimed at his head from the front, but he absolutely could not dodge all the attacks coming from every direction!

He would be beaten into a pulp!

The system mission... is going to fail.

He... is going to die here.

No!

Why should I!

A surge of extreme, unwilling rage erupted from the deepest part of his heart!

He had paid so much. Wang Dalong, Zhao Xiaoya, Professor Li... so many people had died in this damn Rainforest! He couldn't let it end like this! He absolutely couldn't!

At the critical moment when those stone axes and spears were about to reach his body!

In the instant everyone thought he was certain to die!

Lin Feng used the last of his remaining strength, jerked his head up, and let out a world-shaking roar toward the sky!

That voice pierced through all the shouting, drowned out the crackling of the raging fire behind him, and echoed through the entire night sky!

"You people hiding nearby! You've followed us the whole way. If you don't save me now, the secret of El Dorado will be buried here forever!"

He used perfectly enunciated, standard English!

The voice echoed through the valley, clearly reaching everyone's ears.