Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Its massive 500-kilogram body, like an out-of-control car, lowered its head, its sharp horns aimed at Lin Feng, and crashed into him with a deafening roar.

The cowboys on the sidelines were terrified and quickly threw out their lassos, trying to pull the bull back.

But the bull in its rage possessed incredible strength, dragging three cowboys on horseback as it charged forward. The ropes were taut, yet they couldn't stop it at all.

This beast's hatred for Lin Feng has reached its peak.

Faced with this scene, Lin Feng remained standing in place.

Only when the bull charged close, its terrifying horns less than a meter from his chest, did he slightly turn to the side, his movement as light as a leaf carried by the wind, just in time to avoid the fatal impact.

The bull swept past him.

At this moment, Lin Feng was even more composed than the most elegant Spanish bullfighter.

Wow!

The audience exclaimed in surprise again, not expecting an encore!

Having missed its target, the bull became even more enraged, panting heavily as it adjusted its course once more.

This time, Lin Feng didn't dodge; instead, he waved at the bull.

The bull kicked off with its hind legs, charging towards Lin Feng with even greater speed.

The sharp bull horn pierced straight into Lin Feng's chest.

The entire audience was on the edge of their seats, experiencing an unprecedented level of excitement.

At the critical moment.

Instead of retreating, Lin Feng advanced, slightly lowering his waist. Just as the bull's horns were about to reach his body, his hands shot out with lightning speed, grabbing the bull's two horns with perfect precision.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Feng executed a clean, swift, and violently aesthetically pleasing over-the-shoulder throw.

"boom"

A muffled thud.

That arrogant North African bull, weighing half a ton, was lifted up by him, traced in a brief arc, and slammed heavily onto the soft mud beside him, its four hooves pointing skyward.

The bull was thrown around and was completely disoriented. He lay on the ground, his limbs twitching unconsciously. He couldn't get up for a long time and could only make painful mooing sounds.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Silence reigned.

Everyone gaped, their eyes wide, as if they had witnessed aliens landing.

Grab a charging bull by the horn with your bare hands and then throw it over your shoulder?

This was completely beyond their comprehension.

It overturned all their common sense and understanding of physics!

The silence lasted a full three seconds before it was broken.

Oh my god!

"God, I must sleep with him tonight," a hot blonde woman murmured to herself, her eyes glazed over.

"He's my hero, my Superman!" another girl screamed.

The next second, even more intense screams, cheers, and applause completely engulfed the entire arena.

The sound waves almost materialized, assaulting everyone's eardrums.

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"Oh Mom, I saw God... This must be God descending to earth."

"Superman, absolutely Superman!"

"Chinese Kung Fu, this is the mysterious Chinese Kung Fu, Bruce Lee has been resurrected!"

"Please tell me this is a movie shoot!"

This must be special effects! It was rehearsed beforehand!

At this moment, the North African bull, having recovered and struggled to its feet, shook its dazed head.

Looking at Lin Feng, it mooed softly, but dared not go forward again. Instead, it retreated step by step, and finally turned around and ran back to the fence where it had started, looking rather disheveled.

This was the first time anyone had ever seen a bull return to its enclosure on its own.

In the past, several cowboys would drive them in.

Lin Feng dusted off non-existent dust from his clothes, calmly removed his brown cowboy hat, elegantly placed it in front of his chest, and gave a slight bow to the audience in the surrounding stands, a standard greeting full of old-fashioned Western style.

At this moment, he seemed less like a superhero who had just accomplished an amazing feat and more like a stage actor who had just finished a brilliant performance.

Sarah was the first to react. She rushed over the fence without hesitation and threw herself into Lin Feng's arms, hugging him tightly as if she wanted to meld herself into his body.

She tilted her exquisite face up, her eyes shimmering with tears, her breath quickening, and murmured in an excited, trembling voice with intense passion:

"Darling, kiss me."

She always knew that Lin Feng was very capable and special.

But only now did she truly realize that she had only seen the tip of the iceberg when it came to how awesome Lin Feng was.

Sarah was so excited and carried away, partly because she was completely captivated by Lin Feng's inhuman performance, her adrenaline and admiration surging uncontrollably.

Lin Feng's every move just now was full of the most primal and direct masculine power and sense of control, enough to shatter any romantic fantasies and reach straight to primal instincts.

Secondly, she was also asserting her sovereignty, that this man belonged to her.

A passionate kiss was also a clear signal to all the women in the room who were eyeing him with lustful intent.

The effect is immediate.

In the stands, from young and beautiful girls to charming and sophisticated women, everyone looked at Sarah with undisguised envy, and even a hint of jealousy.

Meanwhile, the attitudes of the real cowboys on the sidelines underwent a fundamental change.

Sincere admiration.

For these men who admire strength and respect courage, race and nationality are no longer important.

Although the rednecks looked down on the Chinese, they still had great respect for the soldiers of China, and the Chinese People's Volunteer Army defeated them.

Lin Feng won their approval with his extremely tough performance.

After a long while, Sarah's cheeks were as red as peach blossoms, completely different from the girl who had been excitedly screaming in the stands just now. At this moment, she was as docile as a cat, letting Lin Feng lead her away from the venue.

Wherever they went, the cowboys took off their cowboy hats and placed them on their chests, paying silent but solemn respect.

The others clapped and made way for him.

However, just as they were about to pass through the crowd, a tall figure blocked their way.

The newcomer was a typical Texas cowgirl, wearing a brown cowboy hat, with long, slightly wavy chestnut hair casually draped over her shoulders.

She wore a light green plaid denim shirt on top and perfectly tailored skinny jeans on the bottom, which accentuated her straight and slender legs. She completed the look with brown short-heeled cowboy boots.

Standing at nearly 1.8 meters tall, she exudes a powerful aura, and her incredibly long legs are a major eye-catching feature.

With delicate features and looks that rival Sarah's, she exudes a very cool and confident aura.

Sarah narrowed her eyes almost the instant the other person blocked her way, her hand on Lin Feng's arm tightened instinctively, and she looked at the other person warily.

The woman posed a very direct threat to her, unlike the two female prison guards who could threaten her.

Rather, they are both top-tier women, vying for supremacy in terms of charm and temperament.

The cowgirl blocking the way didn't seem to care much about Sarah's slightly hostile gaze; her expression was one of straightforward curiosity and undisguised admiration.

Her gaze was fixed on Lin Feng, and she extended her hand, her voice cheerful and pleasant, with a hint of Texas accent: "Hi! My name is McKenna, want to get to know each other?"

Lin Feng stopped, noticing Sarah's wary gaze. "What's wrong?"

McKenna didn't mind Lin Feng's slightly cold attitude.

She naturally withdrew her hand, her smile still bright, even carrying a hint of challenge: "Of course, today is my birthday, and there's a private party on the ranch west of town."

I would like to formally invite you, this incredible "Kung Fu Cowboy," to be my special guest.

So, do you dare to come?

Her invitation was direct and bold, her gaze intense as she awaited Lin Feng's reply.

(McKenna: Reference to cowgirl riding a cow)