A Life-or-Death Method

There was a flicker of excitement in Lin Mu's eyes.

After fighting others for so long, he had never gone all out.

Now, he wanted to see just how far he could reach at full strength.

A furious roar burst from his mouth as he activated his Breathing Technique.

Lin Mu entered a mysterious state, and the blood qi within his body steadily surged.

Fine scales began to grow across his skin as he activated the Flood Dragon Secret Art as well.

His overall combat strength rose noticeably compared with before.

Strands of lightning flickered around him, and a surging aura spread outward.

Duan Wenchang's pupils contracted slightly at the sight.

He could sense the changes in Lin Mu.

"Interesting!" he sneered, as gusts of fierce wind rose around him.

The Long Sword in his hand danced without pause.

Whoosh!

The sound of air tearing rang out as he charged at Lin Mu with astonishing speed.

Dragon roars rang out from Lin Mu's body. His saber swept out, and Thunder Power crashed down in rapid succession.

Their figures crossed, and wave after wave of overwhelmingly powerful attacks struck out.

Deep marks appeared across the ground.

The surrounding trees snapped one after another.

At that moment, Duan Wenchang's Long Sword lunged toward one of Lin Mu's vital points.

Lin Mu neither dodged nor blocked, allowing the Long Sword to fall upon him.

Sshk!

Blood flowed!

A cold gleam filled Lin Mu's eyes as his saber swung.

Thunder-Slaying Three Blades!

A terrifying slash landed upon Duan Wenchang.

Terror appeared in Duan Wenchang's eyes. He had not expected Lin Mu to be so decisive.

Sshk!

The saber carved an extremely deep wound into his left arm.

He staggered back repeatedly, and the way he looked at Lin Mu carried several more degrees of wariness.

"You did that on purpose!"

Lin Mu's face was indifferent. "Those little combat techniques of yours amount to nothing before me!"

"If your Blood Qi Value weren't higher than mine, you wouldn't be my opponent at all!"

"What vicious methods!" A savage expression appeared on Duan Wenchang's face.

His Blood Qi Value was higher than Lin Mu's, yet his injuries were more severe.

He was beginning to feel afraid as well!

Because the Man before him was far more ruthless than he had imagined.

So long as he could make his opponent's injuries worse than his own, he did not mind being injured himself.

Such a person was extremely hard to deal with!

He exhaled softly, took out several pills, and swallowed them. The bleeding stopped, and some of the blood qi within his body recovered.

Yet he had developed a trace of fear toward Lin Mu.

He had no idea what underhanded move Lin Mu would use next.

Lin Mu also used an A-grade Potion.

The injuries on his body recovered rapidly.

Whoosh!

The sound of air tearing rang out once more as Lin Mu's saber cleaved toward him.

Lin Mu's attacks were incomparably fierce.

His methods were quite vicious.

This time, he had almost unleashed all of his strength.

Duan Wenchang retreated continuously, the wariness in his eyes exceptionally obvious.

Qian Mu wielded his Long Staff and knocked Zhao Shun and the others to the ground.

Their Blood Qi Values were no higher than 6.8; they were no match for him at all.

Moreover, Qian Mu had cleverly knocked them unconscious, leaving them unable to come to anyone's aid.

His gaze shifted toward Lin Mu and Duan Wenchang, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He knew that Lin Mu's slash had left a shadow over Duan Wenchang, making his attacks far less aggressive than before.

If this keeps up, he'll probably lose! Qian Mu thought to himself.

He was a Martial Artist too, and he knew perfectly well that once fear took root in one's heart during battle, it became difficult to face the fight with a calm mind.

And Lin Mu's methods were exceedingly clever.

His moves were a blend of feints and substance.

It was easy for Duan Wenchang to be forced into a disadvantage.

Under his watchful gaze, Qian Mu could clearly see Duan Wenchang being driven back step by step, looking utterly wretched.

Lin Mu's offensive was fierce, his moves endlessly varied.

Under such circumstances, Duan Wenchang simply did not dare switch from defense to offense!

He could only retreat without pause.

After Duan Wenchang had retreated dozens of steps in succession, the long blade in Lin Mu's hand came crashing down.

Blood spurted wildly from Duan Wenchang's mouth, and a deep wound opened across his chest.

His combat experience had already been inferior to Lin Mu's.

Now that a shadow had formed in his heart, he was naturally constrained at every turn, and his combat strength dropped once more.

Under these circumstances, as one side waned and the other waxed, he could hardly be Lin Mu's match.

There was a trace of cold indifference in Lin Mu's eyes.

He knew very well that Duan Wenchang had been struck again, further weakening his strength.

There was no way he could still be a match for him.

"Fuck you!" Duan Wenchang couldn't help but curse.

"A dignified son of the Duan Family, and that's all the grace you have?" Lin Mu retorted.

"I don't need grace for someone like you!" Duan Wenchang said coldly.

"Is that so? Since your parents never taught you how to behave, I'll teach you!" Lin Mu said.

"If you've got the skill, then try it!" Duan Wenchang clenched his fists tight.

The long blade in Lin Mu's hand danced, and his figure suddenly flashed before Duan Wenchang.

At the sight of this, Duan Wenchang raised his blade to block.

But he never expected it to be a feint.

Lin Mu's long blade changed direction and savagely slashed him from another angle.

Sshk!

Blood sprayed from Duan Wenchang's mouth, his eyes blazing with fury.

He had never imagined that he would stumble at Lin Mu's hands.

"Bastard! Just you wait!"

He abruptly crushed the distress button in his hand.

At that moment, dragon roars rang out from Lin Mu's body as his long blade swung again and again.

A violent barrage of slashes erupted.

A bracelet appeared in Duan Wenchang's hand.

The bracelet shattered, and an energy barrier surged forth, enveloping him within it.

Lin Mu's long blade struck the energy barrier, producing a series of resounding impacts.

Duan Wenchang's eyes were filled with savage malice.

"Trash like you could never break this defense. Just wait—you hear me? I'll fucking kill you!"

"Cowardly rat, come out if you've got the guts!" Lin Mu said.

"I'm not an idiot! I've got the Duan Family behind me—what do you have behind you? Once I get out, I'll report this to the Duan Family. I'll make sure your entire family pays!" Duan Wenchang's eyes were wild with madness.

Lin Mu's eyes, too, brimmed with icy indifference.

What he hated most was people using his family to threaten him, even though he only had a father.

"Duan Wenchang! You really have a death wish!" Lin Mu clenched his fists.

The Blood Qi Value on his body continued to rise.

The long blade in his hand suddenly cleaved down.

Thunder-Slaying Three Blades!

Screech!

The sound of tearing air rang out.

The terrifying assault made even the protective barrier tremble slightly.

A trace of fear appeared on Duan Wenchang's face.

Even he had not expected Lin Mu to possess such strength.

Qian Mu's voice carried over.

"Kill them first!"

Lin Mu drew a deep breath and looked at Duan Wenchang as though he were already dead.

He walked toward the others. They were all unconscious on the ground, incapable of resisting.

The long blade danced, and one figure after another became corpses.

Lin Mu stripped them of their belongings and turned to leave.

Before leaving, he glanced at Duan Wenchang once more, the killing intent in his eyes plain for all to see.