Four Wounded, Yet Unable to Escape

Lu Lin knew that at this moment, he had to choose a direction.

That Young Master Ma seemed determined to eliminate him, this stumbling block.

Since that was the case, Lu Lin also wanted to let Young Master Ma witness his own prowess.

That imposing figure, blocking the intersection alone, was naturally much stronger than those four youths.

Therefore.

The breakthrough lay with these four youths.

Golden Bell Shield, I hope you can give me some strength.

Lu Lin inwardly shouted, then turned and arrived beside the tiger-head tattooed youth, throwing a punch at his eyes.

With 2500 kilograms of force, if it landed squarely, this guy would definitely be dazed for a moment.

But the tiger-head tattooed youth was no pushover.

Although surprised that Lu Lin dared to turn and fight, he quickly changed his move in response to the punch.

He switched from offense to defense.

Lu Lin's punch landed on the body of the F-grade combat knife, emitting a dull thud.

"No problem!"

Lu Lin was overjoyed inwardly.

"No problem?"

The tiger-head tattooed youth couldn't believe it.

In this moment of stunned disbelief, Lu Lin attacked again with another punch, directly hitting the tiger-head tattooed youth's Adam's apple.

Back in school, the Martial Way middle school teachers had taught them the places that students must never attack when sparring with each other.

Eyes.

Ears.

Temples.

Adam's apple.

Ribs.

Back of the neck.

Groin.

These were all extremely vulnerable spots on the human body. A heavy blow to any of them could at best incapacitate the opponent, at worst lead to permanent injury or even death.

Now, Lu Lin was putting what his teachers had taught him in school to practical use.

"Uh... cough, cough."

The tiger-head tattooed youth hadn't expected Lu Lin's punch to be so fast. This time, he truly didn't have time to dodge.

He coughed continuously, and the F-grade combat knife in his hand clattered to the ground.

He clutched his throat with both hands, his face contorted in pain.

He felt like he was going to die.

"Senior disciple."

"Senior disciple."

"Kid, you're asking for death."

The tiger-head tattooed youth fell down in agony, but this enraged his three junior disciples.

The three, filled with fury, simultaneously slashed at Lu Lin.

At this moment, Lu Lin didn't have time to dodge. He shifted his body slightly, using his back to take the brunt of the three attacks.

"Clang, clang, clang."

Three crisp sounds rang out in succession.

The knives in the hands of the three youths were repelled.

A powerful counter-shock force almost made the three lose their grip on their combat knives.

Shock appeared in their eyes.

At noon, when they had attacked Lu Lin with their fists and received a strong rebound force, it was one thing, but how could they still be like this even when attacking with combat knives?

They were stunned.

This was an excellent opportunity for Lu Lin.

His body moved in a flash, and he closed the distance, throwing a punch to one youth's temple, and another punch to the right eye of another.

The two cried out in pain and crouched on the ground.

Just as Lu Lin was preparing to attack the third youth, a roar came from behind him.

"Kid, how dare you!"

A terrifying aura rose from behind him.

Lu Lin hesitated for a moment, but still punched the third youth's Adam's apple.

At the same time, his back also received a powerful attack.

As if hit by a speeding truck, Lu Lin was sent flying.

"Boss, second brother, third brother, fourth brother, are you guys alright?"

Lu Lin landed heavily on the ground. The imposing man didn't pursue him but instead checked on his disciples.

Lu Lin felt his body. Apart from a slight pain where his back was directly hit, there seemed to be no other abnormalities.

Now, with the four youths injured and lying on the ground, and the man fussing over his disciples.

If not now, then when?

Making up his mind, Lu Lin quickly got up and ran towards home.

"Huh?"

Scarface glanced at Lu Lin with confusion.

Impossible!

The power of that palm strike, let alone an Advanced Martial Disciple, even an initial-stage Martial Artist would be in pain for a while after taking such a hit. How could Lu Lin not be injured at all?

He couldn't let this kid get away.

Scarface placed his disciples on the ground and got up to chase Lu Lin.

He was only an intermediate-stage Martial Artist, but he had been immersed in this realm for many years. Once he started running, his speed was beyond Lu Lin's imagination.

With a quick leap, Scarface seemed to take only three steps before he was behind Lu Lin.

"Kid, you still dare to run?"

Scarface grabbed Lu Lin by the collar. To his surprise, Lu Lin showed no fear and turned to punch him in the face.

"Hmph."

Scarface grabbed Lu Lin's fist, felt the force behind it, and was inwardly shocked.

Didn't this kid say he was just an Advanced Martial Disciple? How could the power of this punch be close to that of an initial-stage Martial Artist?

Lu Lin's fist was caught by the other party. He struggled with all his might but couldn't break free no matter what.

The strength of an initial-stage Martial Artist is 3000 kilograms.

The strength of an intermediate-stage Martial Artist is 6000 kilograms.

Lu Lin was still some distance away from being an initial-stage Martial Artist, so how could he be Scarface's opponent?

Carrying Lu Lin, Scarface quickly returned to his four disciples.

He glanced at their condition. Although their vulnerable spots were injured, Lu Lin hadn't used Vitality Power, so the four only felt temporary pain and were not in mortal danger.

At this moment, the four youths stood with ashamed expressions, waiting for Scarface to return.

When they saw Scarface casually holding Lu Lin, their faces revealed hatred and schadenfreude.

This kid actually made them lose face in front of their master. They would definitely teach him a good lesson later.

"You guys, be more careful next time."

Scarface said, then threw Lu Lin to the ground.

Lu Lin stumbled and watched as the four youths slowly approached him, each holding a combat saber. Lu Lin inwardly lamented.

This time, there was truly no hope of escape.

He could only hope that the commotion would attract attention, and that the other party would be wary of the Wu'an Bureau and just teach him a lesson.

"Damn it, you thought you could run!"

The youth with the tiger head tattoo swung his saber. Lu Lin raised his arm to block.

He now knew that with the fourth level of the Golden Bell Shield, he no longer feared the slashing attacks of these F-grade combat sabers.

Although it looked dangerous, in reality, these four were just helpers for Lu Lin to increase his Golden Bell Shield proficiency.

The four took turns slashing at Lu Lin with their combat sabers, but the result was that their sabers were occasionally dropped to the ground with a clang, as if mocking their incompetence.

The proficiency of the Golden Bell Shield continued to increase, but Lu Lin's mind was not on this.

He was waiting for an opportunity.

An opportunity to hold a combat saber.

The attacks of Martial Disciples and ordinary people on Martial Artists were like tickles, causing no damage at all. To injure or even kill a Martial Artist, one needed Vitality Power.

Of course, besides Vitality Power, one could also use... F-grade combat sabers.

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