As for Katsumura Yota's humiliating words, Lu Feng wrote them all down for him.
Now, as much fun as he is scolding, it will be as miserable as his death later.
"Sick pig! Fight back! Sick pig!"
Yota Katsumura's eyes widened in anger, and he pulled out two daggers, aiming at Lu Feng's upper and lower vital parts, and suddenly launched a surprise attack.
However, even at his peak speed, Lu Feng could avoid him.
At this time, Katsumura Yota's physical strength was almost exhausted, and his speed became extremely slow.
Lu Feng, can you still avoid it?
Katsumura Yota's strength is getting smaller and smaller, and his speed is getting slower and slower.
Lu Feng, on the other hand, was evading more and more easily.
The more Yota Katsumura beat him, the more anxious he became, and the more he beat him, the angrier he became.
At this moment, if he hadn't been holding back the anger in his heart, he might have collapsed long ago.
It is precisely because he is unwilling to give up that he is still supporting it forcefully.
However, at this moment, even his eyelids felt extremely heavy, and he could close his eyes and pass out at any time.
Even if he could hold on, he would never be able to hold on for long.
"Give me, die!"
Katsumura Yota suddenly raised his dagger and stabbed Lu Feng hard in the face.
Just when Katsumura Yota thought that Lu Feng was going to dodge again, Lu Feng suddenly raised the Ryūyuan Sword to block.
"Ding Dong! Clang!"
The dagger collided with the sword and was instantly bounced away the next second.
And Katsumura Yota's body was also shaken back by this counter-shock force.
“Ding-deng-deng!”
He took five or six steps back before he could stand upright.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
Katsumura Yota gasped for air.
On the other hand, Lu Feng, during the collision just now, he stood motionless on the spot.
It is conceivable that the gap between Lu Feng and Katsumura Yota is no longer even a little bit.
"You! You!"
Yota Katsumura also felt this gap.
"Now, what are you going to fight with me for?"
Lu Feng slowly raised his head, his eyes full of teasing.
What Yota Katsumura is most proud of is his speed.
But now, his speed seemed to be in slow motion in front of Lu Feng.
Every attack by Yota Katsumura will be seen clearly by Lu Feng.
Even as soon as Yota Katsumura raised his hand, Lu Feng could predict from which direction he was going to attack.
In this case, Yota Katsumura had no chance of winning at all.
He can't even touch Lu Feng's clothes now.
Yota Katsumura narrowed his eyes slightly, and he felt that his head was feeling dizzy.
At any time, he may fall to the ground.
And in his current state, once he falls to the ground, he may never stand up again.
Therefore, Katsumura Yota just wanted to do something before falling to the ground.
"I'm standing here, can you kill me?"
Katsumura Yota stood there, pointed at Lu Feng and shouted.
"Isn't it easy to kill you?"
"But, now, are you worthy?"
Lu Feng glanced at Yota Katsumura, his eyes full of disdain.
"Of course you are not worthy of killing me!"
"You are just a sick man of the Dragon Kingdom, and all of you Dragon Kingdom warriors are also sick warriors!"
"Before, you were just a bunch of sick pigs in our Japanese eyes, and you are still the same now! You will always be the same in the future!"
Yota Katsumura pointed the tip of his dagger at Lu Feng, humiliating him with an arrogant expression.
Countless spectators were filled with indignation and their hearts were filled with rage.
Lu Feng's eyes were also cold.
He originally thought about letting Katsumura Yota's blood drain out and he would collapse.
But now he discovered that Katsumura Yota wanted to die early.
"I told you, so what?"
"Sick pigs! Sick pigs! The whole Dragon Kingdom is a bunch of sick pigs!!"
Yota Katsumura glared at Lu Feng and roared loudly.
"court death!"
The anger in Lu Feng's heart could no longer be suppressed and exploded at this moment.
"Kill him! Kill him!!"
"Kill this bitch!!"
In an instant, hundreds of thousands of spectators stood up, raised their arms and shouted.
At this moment, the anger in the hearts of thousands of people was ignited, and their blood was really burning.
Lu Feng was also staring intently at Katsumura Yota, with the Ryū Yuan Sword in his hand already raised high in the air.
The originally gleaming Long Yuan Sword, coupled with the setting sun, seemed to have a blood-red edge.
It looks even more bloodthirsty and fierce.
"Ha ha!"
At this moment, Katsumura Yota suddenly laughed, and an extremely cold smile burst out from his eyes.
"You have no idea what a real assassin is!"
When Yota Katsumura said these words, a bad premonition suddenly arose in Lu Feng's heart.
The speed of his feet immediately dropped.
"Whoa!"
The next second, Katsumura Yota suddenly threw out the dagger in his right hand.
The direction pointed was exactly where Lu Feng was.
For an assassin, the assassination dagger in his hand is their last resort.
Once they lose their weapons, it will be difficult for them to accomplish anything with their bare hands.
But now, Katsumura Yota has given up on his own initiative, and his last resort is to fight Lu Feng for his life!