Duan Wenchang clutched his wound, his face full of pain and his eyes filled with disbelief.
He could not believe that Lin Mu had still needed to go all out just to fight him not long ago.
Yet in such a short time, even after taking drugs, he could not withstand a single slash from him.
How could the gap between him and Lin Mu have grown this vast?
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could you be this strong?!"
Duan Wenchang stared at Lin Mu and demanded.
"You're too weak! You've spent your whole life living as the Young Master of the Duan Family, yet you don't know that beyond mountains are higher mountains, and beyond people are greater people!" Lin Mu said.
"No! You're just an ordinary person. Without enough backing, there's no way you could improve this quickly! There has to be something wrong—there has to be!" There was a hint of madness in Duan Wenchang's eyes.
But just as his words fell, Lin Mu was already standing before him.
The long blade in his hand swung.
A bloody line appeared across Duan Wenchang's neck, and his body collapsed to the ground.
Quite a few people who saw this scene had obvious terror in their eyes.
That was Duan Wenchang, the Young Master of the Duan Family. Calling him a spoiled rich heir would not have been an exaggeration!
Yet someone like him had not even lasted one move against Lin Mu—and had been killed!
"Too terrifying! How did he do it?"
"His rate of improvement is horrifying. I never imagined someone from an ordinary family could reach this level!"
"His Blade Technique just now was incredibly exquisite, without a single unnecessary movement. I really don't know how he trained it!"
"..."
People murmured among themselves.
They were all