Lu Lin knew that at this moment, he had to choose a direction.
Young Master Ma seemed determined to eliminate him, this obstacle in his way.
If that was the case, then Lu Lin would show Young Master Ma just how formidable he was.
That burly figure had blocked the entire road by himself. Naturally, he was much stronger than those four young men.
So...
The opening was with those four young men.
Golden Bell Shield, I hope you can come through for me.
Lu Lin gave a silent shout in his heart, then spun around and was already beside the Tiger-Tattooed Youth. He punched toward the other man's eye.
With 2,500 kilograms of force behind it, if the punch landed cleanly, the guy would definitely be dazed for a moment.
But the Tiger-Tattooed Youth wasn't a pushover.
Though startled that Lu Lin had dared to turn and fight, he still changed his move quickly to meet the punch.
He switched from offense to defense.
Lu Lin's fist struck the F-grade Battle Saber's blade with a dull thud.
"I'm fine!"
Lu Lin was overjoyed.
"Fine?"
The Tiger-Tattooed Youth couldn't believe it.
In that brief moment of shock, Lu Lin threw another punch, landing it directly on the Tiger-Tattooed Youth's Adam's apple.
Back when they were in school, their martial arts teacher had taught them which places they must never strike when sparring with classmates.
The eyes.
The ears.
The temples.
The Adam's apple.
The area beneath the ribs.
The back of the neck.
The groin.
These were all extremely vulnerable parts of the body. A heavy blow could leave someone unable to fight, cripple them, or even kill them.
Now, Lu Lin was putting what his teacher had taught him into practice.
"Ugh... cough, cough."
The Tiger-Tattooed Youth hadn't expected Lu Lin's punch to be so fast. This time, he truly hadn't had a chance to dodge.
He coughed incessantly, and the F-grade Battle Saber slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground.
Clutching his throat with both hands, his face twisted in pain.
He thought he was going to die.
"Big Brother!"
"Big Brother!"
"You brat, you're asking to die!"
The Tiger-Tattooed Youth collapsed in agony, enraging his three junior brothers.
Their faces full of fury, all three slashed at Lu Lin at once.
At that moment, Lu Lin had no time to dodge. He turned slightly and took their attacks on his back.
"Clang, clang, clang."
Three crisp sounds rang out in succession.
The blades in the three young men's hands were knocked upward.
A powerful force rebounded through them, nearly making them lose their grip on their sabers.
Shock showed in their eyes.
At noon, they had felt a fierce rebound when they punched Lu Lin. That was one thing—but why was it happening even now, when they attacked with sabers?
They froze.
For Lu Lin, though, this was a perfect opportunity.
He darted forward, closing the distance. One punch struck a young man in the temple, and another hit a second man in the right eye.
Both cried out and crouched on the ground.
Just as Lu Lin was about to attack the third young man, a furious roar rang out behind him.
"Brat, don't you dare!"
A terrifying aura rose behind him.
Lu Lin hesitated for a split second, but still slammed his fist into the third young man's Adam's apple.
At the same time, a powerful blow struck him in the back.
It was like being hit by a speeding truck. Lu Lin went flying.
"Eldest, second, third, fourth, are you all right?"
Lu Lin hit the ground hard, but the imposing, burly man didn't pursue him. Instead, he checked on his disciples.
Lu Lin assessed his condition. Other than some pain where he'd been struck in the back, nothing else seemed wrong.
Now the four young men were injured and on the ground, while the man was busy tending to his disciples.
If he didn't run now, when would he?
Having made up his mind, Lu Lin scrambled to his feet and sprinted toward home.
"Hm?"
Scarface glanced at Lu Lin in confusion.
Impossible!
The force behind that palm of his could have left even a Beginner Martial Artist hurting for a while, let alone an Advanced Martial Disciple. How could Lu Lin look completely unharmed?
He couldn't let that brat get away.
Scarface set his disciples down and got up to chase Lu Lin.
He was only a Mid-level Martial Artist, but he'd spent years honing himself at that level. Once he started running, his speed was beyond anything Lu Lin could imagine.
Scarface moved with astonishing speed. It looked as if he took only three strides before appearing right behind Lu Lin.
"Brat, you still think you can run?"
Scarface grabbed Lu Lin by the collar. But to his surprise, Lu Lin wasn't the least bit afraid. He spun around and punched him right in the face.
"Hmph."
Scarface caught Lu Lin's fist in one hand. Feeling the force behind it, he was secretly astonished.
Hadn't they said this kid was only an Advanced Martial Disciple? How was the power behind that punch almost on par with a Beginner Martial Artist's?
Scarface had Lu Lin's fist firmly in his grasp. Lu Lin struggled with all his might, but couldn't break free.
A Beginner Martial Artist had 3,000 kilograms of strength.
A Mid-level Martial Artist had 6,000 kilograms of strength.
Lu Lin was still some distance from becoming a Beginner Martial Artist. How could he possibly be a match for Scarface?
Holding Lu Lin, Scarface quickly returned to his four disciples.
He checked their condition. Their vulnerable spots had taken hits, but Lu Lin hadn't used his Vitality Power, so the four had only suffered temporary pain. Their lives weren't in danger.
At that moment, the four young men stood there with ashamed faces, waiting for Scarface to return.
When they saw Scarface casually holding Lu Lin, their faces lit up with anger and spiteful satisfaction.
This brat had made all four of them lose face in front of their master. They'd make sure to give him a good beating later.
"You lot, be more careful next time."
Scarface said this, then tossed Lu Lin to the ground.
Lu Lin stumbled. As he watched the four young men approach, Battle Sabers in hand, his heart sank.
This time, there was truly no hope of escape.
He could only hope that the commotion would draw attention, and that they would think of the Wu'an Bureau. Perhaps they'd teach him a lesson and leave it at that.
"Damn you, trying to run!"
The Tiger-Tattooed Youth brought his saber down. Lu Lin raised an arm to block it.
By now, he knew that at the fourth level of Golden Bell Shield, he was already impervious to blows from an F-grade Battle Saber.
It looked dangerous, but in reality, these four were just helping him increase his Golden Bell Shield proficiency.
The four took turns hacking at Lu Lin with their Battle Sabers. Their weapons kept falling to the ground with a clang, as if mocking them for being useless.
The proficiency of Golden Bell Shield continued to rise, but Lu Lin's thoughts were elsewhere.
He was waiting for an opportunity.
An opportunity to get his hands on a Battle Saber.
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