Clearing Away Grudges

On the wilderness, over a dozen people were fleeing for their lives, as if some monster was chasing them.

But upon closer inspection, it was a half-grown youth wielding a long spear in pursuit, with a man with a ferocious expression chasing behind him, swinging a large saber.

He chased until they were almost within sight of the city gates, and only then did Lin Le give up on killing the gang members, turning his attention to dealing with Zhao Lang.

His body twisted abruptly, and Lin Le thrust his spear backward. The spearhead tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek, and shot straight for Zhao Lang's throat, cloaked in a cold glint.

Facing this sudden counter-attack, Zhao Lang's shoulder and back muscles bulged, and he slashed his saber from top to bottom, forcefully deflecting the spear shaft by three inches, attempting to dodge the blow.

But Lin Le's reaction was incredibly swift. Taking advantage of the spear's momentum, he transformed the thrust into a sweep, and the blood-red spear tassel became a red streak.

Although Zhao Lang dodged with all his might, his clothes were still torn. However, no wound was visible; instead, a dark brown inner armor was revealed.

As someone involved in shady dealings, how could he not care about his own safety? This Mighty Bull Inner Armor was something he had bought at great expense; ordinary people couldn't even cut through it with a knife.

"You truly are a Martial Master!" Zhao Lang glanced at the obvious cut on the inner armor, his eyes showing seriousness and a deeper layer of greed as he looked at Lin Le.

He had naturally investigated all the information he could about Lin Le, even knowing who his parents were.

He was merely the child of a school teacher from Bai Lian County. Although his father had some renown, his death rendered that fame useless.

With such a family background and mediocre Bone Structure, how could he have cultivated Blood Qi in less than a month?

Therefore, he must have a secret or a treasure that would give him the opportunity to become a Cultivator.

Lin Le didn't reply. He could feel the greed in Zhao Lang's eyes, which was why he was unwilling to reveal his martial arts realm too clearly.

A few people might think he had exceptional talent, but most would likely believe he had some fortuitous encounter, thus becoming covetous and probing.

"Die!"

Driven by greed, Zhao Lang attacked first this time. He raised his saber fiercely, the blade cutting through the air with a whistling sound, cleaving down at Lin Le.

Lin Le's gaze was indifferent. His body moved like a nimble ape, flashing to the side. Then, his spear followed suit, thrusting like a viper's flicking tongue straight for Zhao Lang's throat.

Zhao Lang hastily retracted his saber, changing its angle and sweeping it out, attempting to force Lin Le back.

However, Lin Le had anticipated this move. With a light step, his body moved like an ape, his spear drawing an arc in the air. The spearhead abruptly pressed down, aiming directly for the opponent's lower body.

Zhao Lang was greatly alarmed. With all his speed, he slashed downward, parrying the spear.

But Lin Le's assault did not cease. His spear trembled, and the spearhead rained down, stabbing at Zhao Lang from all directions.

Having lost the initiative, Zhao Lang was naturally forced to retreat repeatedly.

Knowing that he would lose if this continued, Zhao Lang roared and slashed his saber down fiercely, the blade covered in a layer of blood-red energy.

He intended to regain the advantage!

Lin Le circulated the Blood Qi within his body, then held his spear horizontally. The spear body moved like a dragon, thrusting up forcefully, the spearhead aimed directly at the opponent's chest.

Zhao Lang quickly dodged to the side, changing his blade's angle to counter-attack. But Lin Le had already predicted his move. His spear spun violently, the shaft sweeping across and striking Zhao Lang's wrist heavily.

The saber flew out of his hand, and Zhao Lang staggered backward. Before he could steady himself, Lin Le appeared before him like a shadow.

Dead for sure!

Looking at Lin Le, who was right in front of him, Zhao Lang couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret. He hadn't expected Lin Le's skills to be so outstanding.

He was just a kid who had started practicing martial arts less than half a month ago, yet his spear technique had already reached Great Accomplishment, completely on par with Martial Masters who had practiced for over a decade.

Pfft!

The spear was like lightning, its tip piercing Zhao Lang's throat.

Bang! Zhao Lang's corpse fell to the ground. Lin Le nodded slightly as he looked at the merit and killing karma he had gained, a satisfied expression on his face. It was a great harvest.

"However, he was so weak, it was a waste of the Blood Essence Treasure Liquid I saved," Lin Le said, shaking his head slightly as he looked at Zhao Lang on the ground.

He had expected it to be a tough fight, so he had specifically consumed a Blood Ginseng to cultivate Blood Essence Treasure Liquid, allowing him to recover stamina and heal injuries at any time.

Now, this drop of Blood Essence Treasure Liquid could only be kept to improve his Bone Structure.

After searching the body, Lin Le took the valuable items and leisurely walked towards the city gate.

Under the aura of killing intent, even the usually arrogant city guards unconsciously restrained their arrogance, even seeing Lin Le off at the city gate with a hint of subservience.

Finding the Evil Wolf Gang's stronghold, which was a gambling den, Lin Le swaggered towards the entrance.

Two gang members tried to stop him, but Lin Le kicked them both inside, even channeling Blood Qi into the kicks.

With two loud thuds, he startled everyone inside. All eyes turned to the two men who had been kicked flying, and they couldn't help but gasp.

Their chest bones were already broken, with clear indentations. Such injuries meant that for ordinary people, death was certain.

They then looked at the person walking in, only to see him carrying a package.

Lin Le glanced at everyone present. "If you're not from the Evil Wolf Gang, get out. I have something to discuss with the Evil Wolf Gang."

Ordinary people naturally didn't dare to linger. They didn't want to be caught in the middle of a gang fight and hacked to death.

After glancing at the gamblers leaving, Lin Le tightened his grip on his spear. Although he really wanted to kill these gamblers, he had to restrain himself.

Too many casualties would not be conducive to his departure.

"Young hero, what is it you need?" a man in a mandarin jacket approached and asked Lin Le, his tone somewhat impolite.

"See for yourself." Lin Le threw the package to the man.

The man caught it and opened it. The moment it was opened, his face froze in shock, because inside was Zhao Lang's head.

"Your boss wanted to kill me, so I killed him," Lin Le said, grabbing a chair and sitting down. "Today, send two people over for me, and by the way, give me Zhao Lang's inheritance. I'll let you all go today."

The man was also very sensible. "As you command."

Zhao Lang was dead. Why would he, a leader who wasn't even a Martial Master, resist? Was he looking to die?

"Hu Zigui from Wo Hu Martial Arts School, and He Chen from the Yamen," Lin Le said. "Use Zhao Lang's name. If necessary, use some money."

"Yes," the man nodded and immediately turned to instruct his subordinates.

The first thing handled was Zhao Lang's inheritance. There was about a thousand taels in cash, along with several land deeds and some books.

Lin Le glanced at the man, realizing this guy was probably ready to usurp Zhao Lang's position at any moment, otherwise, how could he have found Zhao Lang's inheritance so quickly?

But what did that have to do with him? Lin Le picked up the books, taking three of them and leaving the rest.

Next to arrive was Hu Zigui.

Hu Zigui walked into the Evil Wolf Gang's stronghold with some confusion.

He had naturally heard of the Evil Wolf Gang; they were just a small gang. But he was puzzled as to why this gang would approach him for no reason.

Hu Zigui was soon invited into a room to sit.

But as he sat there, he suddenly fainted.

Creak, the door opened, and Lin Le walked in, covering his nose and mouth. The room had been filled with mesmerizing incense.

Looking at the unconscious Hu Zigui, without any hesitation, Lin Le thrust his spear at him.

However, the fainted Hu Zigui suddenly sprang up, his hands like claws, reaching for Lin Le.

But Lin Le had the advantage of surprise. How could Hu Zigui, with his limbs weakened by the mesmerizing incense, be Lin Le's match?

In less than three moves, Hu Zigui was directly killed by Lin Le's spear.

Finally, there was the minor official from the household registration office.

Lin Le didn't need any tricks for this one. He simply brought down a club directly on his head, smashing him to death.