35, Hit Them Where It Hurts, Zhang Yu Spits Blood

Lu Lin's steps faltered. He turned back and stared darkly at this man, then walked two paces to stand before him. The burly man, assuming Lu Lin wouldn't dare linger here, met his gaze without fear.

Slap!

Lu Lin's palm struck the burly man's face.

The man was stunned.

He hadn't expected Lu Lin to actually throw a punch at a time like this. The group had come out for dinner and happened to spot Lu Lin walking alone with his head tilted up at the sky. Recognizing him as someone from Liu's Martial Arts School, they'd decided to pick a fight.

They never imagined Lu Lin would be this strong—not only did he beat them up, but he even dared to stay put. Could this kid, young as he was, actually be a martial artist?

The burly man sized up Lu Lin's appearance. He looked seventeen or eighteen, still like a student, and immediately relaxed.

"Fuck, you little bastard. If you've got guts, don't run. When Master Zhang gets here, I'll make you beg for mercy on your knees."

Slap!

In response came another crisp slap.

The burly man froze again. He couldn't believe Lu Lin was this reckless—he'd slapped him a second time.

"What the hell..."

Slap!

"Damn it..."

Slap!

Lu Lin said nothing. He just grabbed the burly man by the collar, and every time the man spoke, he slapped him across the face.

After a few rounds, the burly man's face swelled up like a pig's head, and he no longer dared to spout nonsense.

Just then, Lu Lin heard footsteps behind him. He released the burly man, stood up, and turned around.

A martial disciple in the uniform of Jishan Martial Arts School was leading the way, followed by a short, fierce-eyed martial artist.

A martial artist.

This one—Lu Lin was certain—was definitely a martial artist.

"Yo, kid, we meet again!"

The martial artist across from him said mockingly.

But Lu Lin had no memory of this person.

He knew only a few martial artists, and this face was new to him.

Still, even if he didn't know Zhang Yu, Zhang Yu would never forget Lu Lin.

Zhang Yu was one of the martial artists who had been with Li Chou at the Free Martial Artist Association that afternoon. He also had another identity: a coach at Jishan Martial Arts School.

Seeing Lu Lin's blank expression, Zhang Yu found it amusing.

That afternoon, Captain Li Chou had found a few Advanced Martial Disciples and told them to keep an eye on the Dragon Saber Squad's movements.

Because Wang Yan of the Dragon Saber Squad had been injured yesterday, many people wanted to join them. Yet in less than a day, Ren Tian had already found Lu Lin to fill the vacancy.

From this, Li Chou deduced that the Dragon Saber Squad had a mission and would leave Dongshan City soon.

Ren Tian was plotting against the Great Wind Squad, and Li Chou wasn't one to just take a beating.

Zhang Yu hadn't expected that right after the captain told him to watch the Dragon Saber Squad, he'd run into Lu Lin.

"I don't know you. But if you want to stand up for them, I won't just take a beating either."

Lu Lin said calmly.

After killing a martial artist, his mindset had changed.

Drawing blades or guns in Dongshan City was out of the question—the Wu'an Bureau would arrive immediately.

But as long as no weapons were involved, just a regular "spar," the Wu'an Bureau would at most give a lecture and let the martial artists off.

Both Lu Lin and Zhang Yu knew the Wu'an Bureau's rules, so neither carried swords or knives.

At this moment, they were thinking the same thing.

There were hardly any pedestrians on the street right now—perfect timing.

"Kid, you're asking for it!"

Zhang Yu suddenly lunged.

A fist shot forward.

The punch carried a fierce Wind Momentum.

In a single step, he was less than half a meter from Lu Lin.

"Heh."

Lu Lin let out a cold laugh and met him with a punch of his own.

His Punch Force was close to that of a High-level Martial Artist. Though his blood and qi were slightly lacking, he was no weaker than this man.

Their fists collided with a dull thud.

Because he was standing still, Lu Lin was slightly at a disadvantage, taking two steps back before steadying himself.

"Master Zhang is invincible."

"Master Zhang is freaking awesome!"

The Jishan Martial Trainees watching the fight all shouted excitedly.

In their eyes, Lu Lin couldn't even take one punch from Master Zhang, so he'd naturally be easily beaten later.

But Zhang Yu's heart sank.

This newcomer from the Dragon Saber Squad wasn't weak.

"Good kid, take another punch from me."

Zhang Yu shouted, closing in on Lu Lin again.

Lu Lin deliberately pretended he couldn't block in time, letting Zhang Yu's fist land on his chest.

[Dragon Roar Golden Bell Shield: 958/1000]

This one punch raised Lu Lin's proficiency by 10 points.

Lu Lin was secretly pleased, but put on a reluctant expression as he punched Zhang Yu in the abdomen.

Zhang Yu tried his best to tighten his core, but taking Lu Lin's punch wasn't easy for him.

He felt like his internal organs were all buzzing inside.

However, seeing Lu Lin's expression, Zhang Yu could only endure for now.

He didn't want to look pathetic in front of a young guy like Lu Lin.

So let's fight.

Let's see who gets hurt worse.

The Dragon Saber Squad was going out of the city on a mission in a few days, and they'd already lost Wang Yan. If they also crippled this new recruit they'd just brought in, the Dragon Saber Squad definitely wouldn't have time to recruit anyone new.

Once the Great Wind Squad picked their mission, it would be more convenient and easier to deal with the Dragon Saber Squad when they went out.

"Bam."

Thinking this, Zhang Yu threw another punch.

His strength had reached the High-level Martial Artist stage. While each punch increased Lu Lin's proficiency by a decent amount, Lu Lin really had to take the beating.

Lu Lin cried out in pain, then punched Zhang Yu back.

The two of them had no real fist techniques; they just traded blows, one after another, back and forth.

This scene got the surrounding Jishan Martial Trainees all riled up.

They'd seen Martial Arts School martial artists spar before, but that was just fooling around—nothing as intense as this.

One by one, they cheered loudly on the sidelines, rooting for Zhang Yu.

After taking a few more punches from Zhang Yu, Lu Lin's Dragon Roar Golden Bell Shield finally advanced.

[Dragon Roar Golden Bell Shield: 1/10000]

After advancing, the Golden Bell Shield's defense was stronger. When Zhang Yu's fist came, Lu Lin didn't feel much pain anymore.

And the force, to Lu Lin, felt like a comfortable massage for his muscles and joints.

Comfortable.

"Bam, bam bam."

Zhang Yu didn't know Lu Lin's Golden Bell Shield had advanced; he just felt his own punches growing weaker and weaker.

Not only was Lu Lin's Golden Bell Shield defense powerful, it also had a Counter Shock effect.

It was shaking his arms numb.

If not for a stubborn breath stuck in his chest, Zhang Yu felt he really couldn't swing his fists anymore.

He looked at Lu Lin again. The kid still looked utterly frail, as if he'd collapse from the next punch.

Zhang Yu gritted his teeth and kept going.

As time passed, Zhang Yu felt he really couldn't hold on anymore.

He wasn't particularly skilled in fist techniques to begin with.

Now, not only was he suffering from the Counter Shock of Lu Lin's Golden Bell Shield, he also had to endure Lu Lin's punches, which were comparable to a high-level martial artist's.

After all this time, even though he'd been hitting Lu Lin nonstop, he himself had taken who knows how many punches from Lu Lin.