The boy Lin Yi had beaten walked toward the two of them. One of them immediately said to the young man, "Here comes that useless brother of yours. Go with him and test that man's strength. See just how tough his body is and what kind of Treasure Herb my great-uncle could refine from him."
"All right. I'll go now." The young man headed toward Lin Yi.
The boy was delighted to see him coming. "Brother, teach him a brutal lesson for me!"
"Yeah! Break their legs and make each of them kowtow to us a hundred times!"
The boys Lin Yi had driven off grew arrogant again now that their backer had arrived.
"You dared hit my brother? You're dead, brat!" The young man chopped at Lin Yi's neck with his hand. Though it was only a hand strike, it carried enough force to sever a neck.
Lin Yi caught his hand at once, neutralizing the strike, then held on tight.
The young man tried to wrench free, but surprise flashed across his face. He could not shake Lin Yi off.
Lin Yi's grip was like a vise. When the young man still could not break free, Lin Yi kicked him away.
Only then did the young man realize how formidable Lin Yi's physique was. His own shallow cultivation was no match for him.
"Hiss!"
The disciples nearby drew a collective breath. The sight was shocking. The young man was a veteran disciple who had cultivated for ten years. His talent might have been ordinary, but a newcomer should not have stood a chance against him. Yet he had been helpless before this newly admitted disciple.
The boy who had been watching from a distance shook his head and approached with his hands behind his back. "Let them go!"