Hearing the commotion here, some townspeople who had been out and about in the city gathered around.
"What's with this handsome young man? He smashed up someone's funeral."
"Exactly. That's just too cruel. No matter what happened, he shouldn't have wrecked someone's mourning hall."
Hearing their comments, Lin Xuan found them rather amusing, but he did not take them to heart.
The man still had enough strength left to fight back. Even after his teeth had been smashed out, he remained conscious and drew his blade, swinging it at Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan received it barehanded, directly grabbing the flat of the blade in an attempt to seize it. But he had underestimated the other man's strength. Though the man was weaker than him, the gap was not an insurmountable chasm.
His attempt to take the weapon failed. The other man braced the blade and yanked it back, forcing Lin Xuan to withdraw his hand lest he truly be cut by it.
The young man continued his assault on Lin Xuan, but Lin Xuan blocked every strike with the Hidden Joint Staff.
Though the young man attacked swiftly, he did not inflict the slightest injury upon Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan parried all the way with effortless ease.
The man's attacks might have been fast, but they lacked any real form or pattern. It was more like he had been beaten into a frenzy.
Lin Xuan quickly found an opening and brought his staff down hard on the young man's calf. Under that tremendous force, there was a sharp crack as the bone split. The man immediately dropped to his knees, having lost any chance of winning this fight.
Seeing this scene, the hook-nosed young man's followers silently rejoiced that they had backed away earlier instead of further making an enemy