Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 164 The Criminal Investigation Division

Lin Fan was dozing off when he was unexpectedly kicked away, flying several steps before crashing into a tree in the distance.

Instead of pressing his advantage, the man slowly walked out of the dilapidated temple with a knife slung over his back. "I am Zhan Peng from the Capital City Criminal Investigation Division. Liu Feng, today I will arrest you and bring you to justice."

As Lin Fan stood up, he swallowed the three strength pills and one spider egg that he had hidden beside him, and casually pulled down his pants.

hum!

The killing intent from the person opposite him was like an impenetrable wall, making Lin Fan's ears ache.

The killing intent didn't seem strong, yet it gave people the illusion that there was no way to avoid it or escape it.

"What is the Criminal Investigation Division?" Lin Fan had no illusions and raised his black knife in response.

"You don't need to pay attention to it, just surrender... no, you should try to resist arrest, otherwise all my hard work will have been for nothing."

To be fair, the imperial court did not underestimate Lin Fan's wanted status. On the contrary, after discussion, they devised the safest and least damaging plan. That was to use the absolute strength of the Criminal Investigation Division and the unstoppable pursuit methods to swiftly and decisively eliminate Liu Feng, this major threat, like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

This man only drew his sword after seeing Lin Fan draw it. The blade of his long sword was as black as ink, seemingly absorbing all the surrounding light.

Swish swish.

Zhan Peng unleashed a series of slashes, his blade surging forth like a raging flood. Lin Fan could only barely parry them, relying on subtle shifts in his opponent's killing intent.

Two knives made of similar materials collided, and the black, translucent blades remained completely undamaged.

"The reaction is not bad, but this kind of defense alone is not enough, Brother Liu."

It was not yet midnight, so Lin Fan could only rely on the black knife in his hand.

Having witnessed this person's strength, they also knew that mechanical beasts were a trivial matter, or perhaps only to be used as a surprise weapon in crucial moments.

All I can say is that he's incredibly strong. In Lin Fan's opinion, if he were a pure martial artist, he would definitely be at least at the third rank.

His skills were beyond question, and even in a contest of strength, he was no less than Lin Fan. Moreover, the dim light had no effect on him whatsoever.

His knife seemed to have eyes; it followed Lin Fan wherever he went.

Lin Fan wasn't too surprised. This person knew he was Liu Feng and came straight at him, so he must be a master sent by the imperial court. It would be strange if he wasn't of that level.

But he couldn't prepare anything for the predicament he was facing. His first option was to stall for time and see if things would turn around by midnight.

With this thought in mind, Lin Fan slashed out fiercely. Zhan Peng seemed to hesitate for a moment, deliberately catching Lin Fan's knife, and was pushed a few steps away.

Lin Fan reached out and grabbed at something in the distance, and his figure vanished instantly.

Lin Fan forced down the rising feeling of nausea and ran away as fast as he could.

Lin Fan intended to miss with his last strike, then take the blow himself to create an opportunity to escape.

He deliberately took the blow himself. What was he after? To make himself escape?

No, this person always seemed completely at ease, as if he were sparring with himself.

Lin Fan felt that he hadn't been looked down upon like this in a long time. His anger was extinguished by the Soul-Suppressing Pearl, and he began to think calmly.

How did this person find me? Was it that hunter, Hou?

Lin Fan disagreed. If he were in that hunter's shoes, why would he go through all this trouble? Even if he was being cautious and didn't want to use his numerical advantage to capture Liu Feng, he didn't think so.

Alternatively, they could have the knights surround Liu Feng in the village during the day, and then have this powerful figure intervene. Wouldn't Liu Feng then have nowhere to escape? That would be far less likely than him escaping through the forest at night.

Thinking about these things is pointless; the immediate priority is dealing with this person. After a brief exchange, Lin Fan realized it was actually quite simple: escape if possible. He was alone, and he had already lost himself. The Great Qian was so vast; they might not be able to catch him again.

If all else fails, we'll have to use the red scythe as a final, desperate attempt to curse and kill him. Although using it now will cause countless problems later, we can't afford to be petty when facing death.

After running a short distance, Zhan Peng caught up and, just like the first time, kicked Lin Fan in the face.

This time, Lin Fan sensed the killing intent behind him. He dodged to the side and saw a figure fly past him and block his way.

Zhan Peng chuckled and said, "Brother Liu is quite strong and fast, but his swordsmanship is a bit lacking. Would you like me to teach you a few moves?"

Lin Fan gritted his teeth, knowing he could only stall for time and try to use the same trick again later.

Bang, bang, bang, the two knives clashed repeatedly.

"This knife is too heavy; it's easy to lose your balance."

"After swinging the knife like that, you can follow up with a sweeping attack, which will be more threatening."

"No, I've noticed that your horse stance isn't working well."

Zhanpeng kept commenting as he played.

Even though Lin Fan didn't know martial arts, he could tell that the man seemed to be holding back. Did he really want to teach him? What was he after?

"Do you still want to arrest me?" Lin Fan asked, annoyed.

Zhanpeng scratched his head with the hilt of his knife. "Actually, I don't really want to, but that's how it is when you're on official business. You have to do it whether you want to or not."

Lin Fan stared at his young and composed face, still feeling that he couldn't be influenced by his words; perhaps this was also part of his plan.

They used spider eggs again to create distance.

Lin Fan felt increasingly dizzy as he ran. This wouldn't do. He needed to do it a few more times; the side effects of the spider eggs in escaping would outweigh their positive effects.

Zhan Peng picked up the gourd at his waist, took a small sip, and his face became noticeably rosier. He then leaped forward in a few steps, chasing after Lin Fan from a great distance.

Lin Fan knew he was coming without even turning around.

Actually, the two are about the same speed, but the one chasing just needs to chase, while the one running away has to think more.

This isn't a random formula; it's the truth. When faced with obstacles, do you avoid them? When faced with a fork in the road, do you choose a path? Those who run away always waste unnecessary energy, while those who chase only need to keep their eyes on the road ahead and charge forward.

So Lin Fan eventually knew he would be caught up again.

This opponent is an unprecedentedly formidable foe in terms of psychology, ability, and equipment.

If he insisted on fighting to the death, exchanging injury for injury, or even life for life, Lin Fan might have had an advantage. However, he always relied on his superior martial arts skills and maintained a friendly, sparring attitude towards him.

What about simply competing in terms of physical exertion? In fact, Lin Fan had already discovered that not only was this person's physical strength astonishing, but his wine gourd was definitely also strange.

In that sense, this person is like a stubborn, persistent plaster that you can't shake off.

Swish!

Lin Fan dodged the light, fleeting slash as if he had eyes in the back of his head, and kicked it back. Zhan Peng retreated, and Lin Fan's black blade sliced ​​through the air.

Lin Fan missed his chance after his attack failed, and the equally black longsword narrowly grazed his cheek, leaving a line of blood.

To retract my earlier statement, this isn't your average plaster; it's a plaster covered in thorns. One wrong move and you'll prick yourself right through.

It's not just about physical strength; only by maintaining a high level of mental concentration can one barely buy time.

Without hesitation, Lin Fan took a few blows and was grazed several times. Then he grabbed a treetop in the distance and was pulled up there in an instant.

Then he jumped down from the tree, using his height advantage to leap between several trees. As he descended, he sped quite a distance.

With a whoosh, Lin Fan narrowly dodged the flying object in mid-air. The object cut a gash on his thigh, nearly severing an artery.

It seems that flying in the sky has its downsides. Lin Fan didn't look back, but he could see clearly that the lackey of the damned Criminal Investigation Division behind him actually knew how to use hidden weapons!

Lin Fan risked landing on a narrow path, and his injured leg caused him to stumble before regaining his balance.

Before I could even look up, I sensed a wary expression coming from the side.

Lin Fan jumped right into the middle of a group of knights.