Li Erkang's Sweep, Leiji Panics

"I have to say, Old Ma, this little disciple of yours looks pretty interesting."

Leiji couldn't help exclaiming.

Watching the video, he saw Lu Lin cut through the Martial Artists like a melon, knocking down, injuring, and crippling the ones who had tried to put him in his place. He couldn't help making that remark.

"He's all right. The kid's probably still confused, wondering what's going on."

"If—if he realizes just how dangerous this is, I'm afraid quite a few of your disciples will end up dead or injured."

Xueye chuckled, speaking as if he couldn't care less.

"Dead or injured? Quite a few?"

Leiji stared in disbelief. He turned to Xueye, who sat there perfectly at ease. "Old Ma, what do you mean?"

"Don't tell me those three Peak Martial Artists at the Origin Level were just a decoy, and this kid is your real trump card."

"Just keep watching. You'll see."

Xueye was perfectly relaxed.

Over the years, he and Leiji had developed an unspoken understanding about this.

After the Martial Artists from both sides met, they didn't tell them what was about to happen.

But one side would always take the initiative and attack the other, which was unprepared.

Usually, everyone showed some restraint.

They did their best to avoid any deaths.

But that wasn't guaranteed.

During one previous "event," Feng Se had faced this kind of situation for the first time. Just like Lu Lin now, she'd thought the opposing faction had launched a surprise attack, and fought back with all her might.

Feng Se had killed without mercy. By the time Xueye and Leiji arrived to clean up the mess, more than a hundred Chifeng Martial Arts Hall disciples had been killed or injured.

Most had suffered serious injuries, but the death toll had still