Killing Them, a Fierce and Formidable Reputation

Killing Them, a Fierce and Formidable Reputation

Someone was coming!

Not refugees from around here...

Listening to the commotion above, Lin Mo noticed plenty of sewage around him. Clearly, whoever was up there was careful about where they stepped, and their footsteps were light.

Ordinary refugees would never be so cautious...

"Sounds like there are two of them?"

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

"Still trying to run?"

Since they would not come in, Lin Mo would go find them himself!

With a low shout, he pushed off the ground and sprang up the three-to-five-meter-deep pit like a monkey. At a glance, he spotted two gaunt men wrapped in sweat-stained shirts.

The two quickly entered the slum and vanished into the depths of its alleys. But how could Lin Mo let them escape beneath his very nose? He immediately gave chase.

Lin Mo had only dashed a dozen or so meters into the alley when his gaze suddenly sharpened. Turning around, he saw two figures standing behind him, their faces sinister.

"One man and you still dare come after us? You really don't know whether you're dead or alive..."

"Make it quick. Don't let this kid get away."

Sunlight streamed through the gaps between the shacks, slicing the alley into a prison of interwoven light and shadow. Zhao Gang and Li Lei blocked the alley from either side, their shadows stretched long like specters.

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes and assumed the opening stance of the White Ape Eight Section Fist, carefully sizing the two up.

They both seemed to be at Second Level Entry. They should make decent practice partners...

"Not running? Good. This slum will be your burial ground, kid!" Murderous intent seeped from Li Lei's eyes. Zhao Gang was also about to strike, but when he caught sight of Lin Mo's face, a few traces of amusement appeared on his own.

"Old Li, take a look at who this kid is," Zhao Gang said in surprise.

"Who..." Li Lei frowned, then his expression relaxed. "Well, if it isn't Lin Mo. I heard this brat ruined our plans. If we capture him alive, maybe we can even seek out an opportunity with the White Lotus Sect!"

At that, greed intensified in Li Lei's eyes. His body shot forward, and his right leg swept like a whip at the back of Lin Mo's knee, sending filthy water splashing.

Almost at the same time, Zhao Gang stepped forward and charged in, his fists crashing toward Lin Mo's face like heavy hammers. His fist winds tore through the air, forcing Lin Mo back half a step.

The two worked in perfect coordination: fists sealed off the upper path while legs locked down the lower stance. It was plainly a killing formation!

"Good timing!"

Golden light flashed in Lin Mo's eyes, as though he had anticipated this all along. He suddenly unleashed the White Ape Eight Section Fist's "Spirit Ape Turns Over," bending backward as if his body had no bones.

By the narrowest of margins, he evaded the combined strike of fist and leg.

Lin Mo twisted at the waist and flipped upright again. Having cultivated the Cloud Ascending Ladder before, he was already extremely skilled at borrowing force.

In the instant he turned over, he borrowed the momentum to flip backward. While airborne, his right fist shot toward Zhao Gang's chest like lightning. Zhao Gang let out a muffled groan and staggered back several steps.

Seeing his companion injured, Li Lei gave a fierce shout and launched a chain of kicks, whipping toward Lin Mo's back like a whirlwind.

Lin Mo neither dodged nor evaded. He actually took one kick head-on with his left arm, the dull sound of bone and flesh colliding booming like a war drum! Using the force to turn, he clenched his right fist tightly, his knuckles cracking—then the core essence of the White Ape Eight Section Fist, "Gathering Strength," erupted!

"First Form, White Ape Cannon Fist!" His fist force pierced through the leg wind and struck directly at the sole of Li Lei's foot. Li Lei felt a piercing agony shoot up his spine, and he staggered backward.

Zhao Gang seized the chance to attack again, his Fist Momentum pouring down like a torrential downpour.

Lin Mo's body suddenly lowered. Like a White Ape Climbing Branch, he slid close to the ground, both fists layering their force. "Second Form, White Ape City Crusher!"

His fist aura collided head-on with Zhao Gang's Mountain Breaking Fist. Force exploded outward, shaking the shack's wooden boards until they rattled.

Before Zhao Gang could catch his breath, Lin Mo's Fist Momentum changed again. The third and fourth forms of the White Ape Eight Section Fist burst forth in succession, each layer of force piling up like waves. Zhao Gang's fist bones shattered inch by inch, and he vomited blood as he flew backward!

Suppressing the pain in his leg, Li Lei leaped into the air. His legs scissored toward Lin Mo's neck—this was his killing move, King of Hell's Scissors.

A cold gleam flashed in Lin Mo's eyes. The Great Jade Ape Breathing Technique activated unconsciously, and he felt his entire body become incomparably clear and unrestrained.

His knees bent slightly, his shoulders and back drawing taut like a bow. White light glimmered along his fist, as though the phantom of an ape king were throwing back its head in a long howl. Facing the scissoring legs rushing at him, he advanced instead of retreating, driving one fist straight through the center!

"I'll kill you with one punch!"

The instant fist and legs met, Li Lei's leg bones shattered with a crack, his mangled limbs twisting like ruined cotton.

Lin Mo's fist had not lost its momentum. Its remaining force blasted into Li Lei's chest cavity, pulverizing his organs!

Li Lei's body smashed through the plank wall of a broken shack, spraying splinters and blood into the air.

Lin Mo withdrew his fist and stood still. Sewage mixed with blood soaked his trouser cuffs. He glanced at the two men sprawled on the ground, flicked the blood droplets from his fist, and said indifferently, "A combined fist-and-leg attack? It cannot compare to my one fist breaking ten thousand methods."

He raised his head and exhaled a long breath of foul air. That fierce battle had actually allowed him to unknowingly gain entry into the Breathing Technique and combine it with real combat. That was why his final punch had carried such power!

"Though these two had nothing on them... letting the Breathing Technique enter the gate ahead of time was still worthwhile!"

Lin Mo merely took one look and knew that their sweat-stained shirts could not possibly conceal anything. As for the cellar where they had lived before, he had already searched it.

Other than some food and daily necessities sufficient to barely sustain life, there was nothing else.

For them to have fallen to such a state showed just how badly the martial artists conducting the searches had driven them into a corner.

Before Lin Mo could decide how to deal with the scene, those he had previously instructed to seek support from the Personal Disciples finally hurried over after hearing the commotion.

Leading them were not only several Personal Disciples from the Li Faction, but also some from the Wang Faction. Naturally, most had merely come to fight for credit.

Yet when they saw the signs of battle at the scene, along with the two somewhat unusual corpses, a chill inexplicably rose in their hearts.

"Junior Brother Lin, did you handle this?" The Li Faction Personal Disciples were somewhat at a loss. They could only cup their hands and ask, their words full of shock.

"That's right. These two wanted to flee, and I happened to run into them..."

Lin Mo nodded, making no deliberate effort to deny it or explain otherwise. The matter of the inspector favoring him had already made many people dissatisfied, and he urgently needed something to establish his footing.

One against two—and against opponents of a higher realm!

Such a clean and decisive solution, even carrying a touch of brutal aesthetics, was enough to make many minor troubles crumble at a touch.

The Wang Faction Personal Disciples looked at one another, then raised their heads to look at Lin Mo's face, which bore a gentle smile. An inexplicable shudder ran through them.

After all, they were only at Second Level Entry themselves, with the strongest among them merely at Second Level Minor Accomplishment. Even if they joined forces, dealing with two Second Level Entry opponents would not have been easy...

The group hurriedly smiled and voiced their stance.

"Commander-in-Chief Lin truly lives up to his reputation. With this combat strength, even compared to Junior Brother Chen... no, he is even stronger than Junior Brother Chen!"

"I said there was no issue with Commander-in-Chief Lin taking that merit. There will always be some people who like to wag their tongues behind others' backs..."

"Junior Brother Lin, leave this place to us!"

They repeatedly expressed their support and even took full responsibility for handling the scene. This made Lin Mo relax considerably. Sure enough, sometimes one still had to show off one's skills.

He cupped his hands without ceremony. "In that case, many thanks to you senior brothers!"