Killing, Fierce Notoriety

Chapter 45: Killing, Fierce Reputation

Chapter Forty-Five: Killing, Fierce Reputation

Someone's coming!

Not the refugees from around here...

Lin Mo listened to the commotion above. There was a lot of sewage around, and it was clear the person upstairs was being careful where they stepped, their movements light.

Ordinary refugees wouldn't be this...

"Seems like there are two of them?"

Lin Mo simply hid in a dark corner, ready to ambush the two if they jumped into the cellar. What he heard instead were hurried footsteps.

"Still trying to run?"

Since they weren't coming in, Lin Mo would go find them himself!

With a low shout, he took a step and leaped like a monkey out of the pit, which was three to five meters deep. A quick glance was all it took to see two gaunt men in sweat-soaked shirts.

The two figures quickly stepped into the slum area, disappearing into the depths of the alley. But how could Lin Mo let them escape under his nose? He immediately gave chase.

Lin Mo had only run a dozen meters into the alley when his eyes suddenly narrowed. He turned to look and saw two figures standing behind him, their faces grim.

"One person dares to come after us? Truly doesn't know when to quit..."

"Finish this quickly, don't let this kid get away."

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the makeshift roofs, slicing the alley into a cage of light and shadow. Zhao Gang and Li Lei blocked the alley entrance from left and right, their figures stretched long like specters.

Lin Mo's eyes narrowed slightly as he adopted the starting stance of the White Ape Eight Section Fist, his gaze fixed as he assessed the two men's abilities.

They both seemed to only be at Second Level Entry. They'd be good for practice...

"Not running? Perfect, kid, this slum will be your burial ground!" Malice flickered in Li Lei's eyes. Zhao Gang, who was about to make a move, saw Lin Mo's face and a smile actually appeared on his.

"Old Li, look who this is?" Zhao Gang asked in surprise.

"Who..." Li Lei frowned, then relaxed, "Who did you think it was? Lin Mo, right? I heard this kid ruined our plans. If we capture him alive, maybe we can even find an opportunity with the White Lotus Sect!"

As soon as this was mentioned, greed flickered in Li Lei's eyes. His body moved, his right leg whipping towards Lin Mo's knee pit, kicking up splashing sewage.

Almost simultaneously, Zhao Gang lunged forward, his fists like heavy hammers smashing towards Lin Mo's face. The force tore through the air, forcing Lin Mo to retreat half a step.

The two cooperated seamlessly, their fists attacking the upper body while their legs targeted the lower. It was clearly a killing formation!

"Good one!"

Golden light flashed in Lin Mo's eyes, as if he had expected this. The 'Agile Ape Turns Over' from the White Ape Eight Section Fist was executed instantly, his body arching backward as if boneless.

He narrowly dodged the combined fist and leg attack.

Lin Mo twisted his waist and flipped back up. Having previously practiced the Cloud Ascending Ladder, he was already highly proficient in using leverage.

Using the momentum from his flip, he somersaulted backward. While in the air, his right fist shot out like lightning towards Zhao Gang's chest. Zhao Gang grunted and stumbled back several steps.

Seeing his companion injured, Li Lei let out a fierce shout and unleashed a series of kicks, swirling like a whirlwind towards Lin Mo's back.

Lin Mo neither dodged nor blocked, instead using his left arm to take a kick head-on. The sound of bone and flesh colliding was a muffled drumbeat! He turned with the momentum, his right fist clenched tightly, his knuckles cracking—the essence of 'Concentrated Strength' from the White Ape Eight Section Fist erupted!

"First Form, White Ape Cannon Fist!" The fist's power pierced through the leg wind and struck directly at Li Lei's sole. Li Lei felt a searing pain shoot up his spine, causing him to stumble backward.

Zhao Gang seized the opportunity to attack again, his fists raining down like a torrential downpour.

Lin Mo's body suddenly lowered, sliding along the ground like a white ape climbing a branch. He stacked his fists—"Second Form, White Ape City Crusher!"

The fist's aura clashed fiercely with Zhao Gang's Mountain Breaking Fist, the shockwaves exploding and making the wooden planks of the makeshift roof tremble.

Without waiting for Zhao Gang to recover, Lin Mo's fist technique changed again. The third and fourth forms of the White Ape Eight Section Fist were unleashed in rapid succession, each layer of force stacking like waves, smashing Zhao Gang's fist bones to pieces and sending him spitting blood as he flew backward!

Li Lei, enduring the pain in his leg, leaped into the air, his legs scissor-kicking towards Lin Mo's neck. This was his killing move, the King of Hell's Scissors.

A cold light flashed in Lin Mo's eyes. The Great Jade Ape Breathing Technique was used unconsciously, and he felt his entire body flow with invigorating energy.

He bent his knees slightly, his shoulders and back tensing like a drawn bow. His fist glowed with white light, as if a phantom ape king was roaring to the sky. Facing the scissor-like attack of the legs, he didn't retreat but advanced, punching straight towards the center!

"I'll kill you with one punch!"

The moment fist and leg met, Li Lei's leg bone shattered with a crack, his severed limb twisting like tattered cloth.

Lin Mo's punch didn't stop, its residual force blasting into Li Lei's chest cavity, shattering his internal organs!

Li Lei's body smashed through the wooden walls and roof of the makeshift house, sending splinters and blood rain flying everywhere.

Lin Mo retracted his fist and stood, sewage mixed with blood soaking his pant legs. He glanced at the two figures lying on the ground, flicked the blood droplets from his fist, and said indifferently, "Combined fist and leg attacks? Not as good as my one punch breaking all techniques."

He stretched his neck and let out a long breath of stale air. The battle just now had unknowingly allowed him to reach the entry level of the breathing technique, and combining it with actual combat had given his final punch such power!

"Although these two don't have anything on them... it's still good that the breathing technique entered the entry level early!"

Lin Mo only took a glance. Their sweat-soaked shirts had no possibility of hiding anything. As for the cellar where they had lived before, he had also checked it.

Besides some food and daily necessities to ensure the minimum requirements for survival, there was nothing else.

Being reduced to this state showed how desperate they were, being forced by the martial artists who were searching for them.

Before Lin Mo could decide how to deal with the scene, the personal disciples he had previously instructed to find reinforcements finally rushed over when they heard the commotion.

The leaders included several personal disciples from the Li Faction and the Wang Faction, though most were just there to claim credit.

However, when they saw the signs of battle at the scene and the two somewhat unusual corpses, a chill inexplicably spread through them.

"Junior Brother Lin, did you take care of this?" a personal disciple from the Li Faction asked, somewhat at a loss, cupping his hands in inquiry, his words full of shock.

"Indeed, these two tried to escape, and I happened to run into them..."

Lin Mo nodded, not deliberately denying or anything else. The Patrol Commissioner's previous favor had already displeased many, and he urgently needed something to establish his footing.

Fighting two opponents at once, and even across different realms!

Such a clean and swift resolution, even with a touch of violent aesthetics, was enough to solve many minor troubles with ease.

The personal disciples from the Wang Faction exchanged glances, looking up at Lin Mo's face, which wore a serene smile, and felt a sudden jolt of fear.

They knew that most of them were only at Second Level Entry, with the strongest barely reaching Second Level Minor Accomplishment. It was already difficult for them to deal with two opponents at Second Level Entry even when working together...

These individuals quickly smiled and expressed their stance.

"Commander-in-Chief Lin truly lives up to his reputation! This combat power, compared to Junior Brother Chen... no, it's even superior to Junior Brother Chen's!"

"I knew Commander-in-Chief Lin deserved that credit. There are always people who like to gossip behind others' backs..."

"Junior Brother Lin, you can leave this place to us to handle!"

They repeatedly pledged their support and took charge of handling the scene, which did relieve Lin Mo quite a bit. It seemed that sometimes, one had to show off their skills.

He cupped his hands and didn't stand on ceremony, "Since that's the case, thank you, senior brothers!"