Mad Slaughter

The two thugs charging at the front had yet to react when Lin Yun smashed their noses flat with a punch, sending them flying backward with screams.

He then sidestepped a slashing machete and drove his elbow hard into the man's ribs. With a crisp crack, the man clutched his chest and curled up on the ground, twitching in agony.

But there were simply too many of them, and every one of them carried a weapon.

Lin Yun was no weaker than an ordinary thug, but two fists could not fend off four hands, much less against opponents who had no technique at all and only knew how to swarm forward, hacking and smashing wildly.

In mere moments, a steel pipe smashed hard into his arm, sending piercing pain through his bones. A machete also carved a long gash across his back. Blood instantly soaked through his clothes and streamed down his spine.

"Aah! I'll kill you all!"

The heartrending roar was so loud it nearly ruptured everyone's eardrums.

When Su Nianhe saw the wound on Lin Yun's back, flesh and blood exposed, her eyes instantly turned crimson.

Like a provoked beast, she lunged at the weapon rack, pulled out a sword, and charged into the crowd.

She struck viciously and without mercy. Amid the chaotic flashes of her blade, horrifying lines of blood bloomed across the thugs' bodies. In just a few breaths, she scattered the thugs surrounding Lin Yun.

The thugs did not even understand what had happened.

One man only felt a chill at his wrist before the steel pipe in his hand fell to the floor with a clang. Looking down, he saw that the tendons in his wrist had been severed clean through, blood gushing out; another had just raised his leg to kick Lin Yun when a sharp pain exploded from his ankle. His entire leg instantly went limp, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, only then discovering that his Achilles tendon had been cut.

Screams rose one after another.

Two particularly unlucky men at the very front had thin lines of blood appear across their necks.

They first touched their necks in confusion, then blood suddenly sprayed out.

Clutching their continuously bleeding throats, they made hoarse, leaking sounds. Their eyes bulged as they stretched their hands toward Scarface and Zhao Ritian, futilely crying for help. Yet their bodies slowly crumpled to the ground, twitched a few times, and fell still.

"Su Nianhe! Y-you-you've gone crazy! Is a piece of trash really worth this?!"

Zhao Ritian was scared out of his wits. He staggered back repeatedly, all color drained from his face.

He had never imagined that Su Nianhe would go this insane for Lin Yun, so recklessly throwing caution to the wind.

She had even gone so far as to kill people!

"Call him trash one more time, and you'll be the next to die!"

Su Nianhe stood before Lin Yun with her sword raised at Scarface. Her white training uniform was splattered with bright red blood, her long hair clung messily to her face, and her eyes were as fierce as a beast ready to devour its prey.

Looking at his wailing men sprawled across the floor and the two corpses, Scarface's expression finally darkened.

He had not expected these two high school students, who looked barely old enough to be weaned, to be so capable.

"Girl, you've got guts."

Scarface stared fixedly at Su Nianhe as the blood qi around him slowly rose. The faint red mist grew thicker and thicker until it formed a visible crimson arc that flowed around his body.

"I, Scarface, have been around for so many years, and this is the first time I've admired a junior. I'll give you some face. I'll only cripple one of this kid's arms, and we'll call this matter settled. How about it?"

Without hesitation, Su Nianhe pointed her sword at Scarface. "If you dare touch a single hair on him today, then even if you're a Martial Artist, I'll make sure you leave through that door lying down!"

Lin Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, endured the searing pain in his back, and stood straight. His icy gaze fixed on Zhao Ritian.

"Zhao Ritian, if I, Lin Yun, survive today, I swear I'll pound you into pulp!"

Lin Yun's gaze made Zhao Ritian shudder. He shouted at Scarface, "Brother Scarface! Stop wasting words with them! People are already dead anyway, so we might as well finish the job and kill them both! Once it's done, I'll give you an extra five million!"

Five million!

Scarface's eyes instantly lit up, and his greed was undisguised.

He licked his cracked lips and sneered. "Good! Young Master Zhao really is generous! In that case, let this young couple go on their way together!"

Before he finished speaking, Scarface stomped hard on the ground. A fine crack instantly spread across the hard wooden floor.

He shot forward like a cannonball, blood qi surging around him like a rainbow. Carrying a terrifying pressure, he drove a fist straight at Lin Yun's head.

If that punch landed, Lin Yun's head would definitely burst like a watermelon.

Su Nianhe's expression changed drastically. It was already too late to block it, and she could only close her eyes in despair.

Lin Yun clenched his teeth as well, preparing to use every last bit of strength to withstand this fatal blow.

At that critical moment, an aged yet vigorous voice drifted leisurely from the doorway.

"Where did these stray cats and dogs come from, daring to make trouble on Su family territory?"

Everyone turned toward the voice and saw Uncle Fu carrying an insulated bag.

He was still wearing that Tang suit, with a kindly smile on his face. He looked like nothing more than an ordinary old man returning home after buying groceries.

"Old bastard, this has nothing to do with you! Get lost, or I'll kill you too!" Scarface withdrew his fist and barked impatiently.

In his eyes, an elderly gatekeeper in his seventies or eighties could be blown over with a breath and was not worth mentioning.

Uncle Fu gently set down the insulated bag, sighed, and shook his head. "Young people these days really have less and less respect for the rules."

The instant his words fell, an incomparably terrifying aura erupted from Uncle Fu.

The faint red blood qi around him condensed into a layer of true qi armor, flowing ceaselessly as though it were tangible.

The air throughout the martial arts hall seemed to freeze in an instant. The crushing pressure made everyone struggle to breathe.

The thugs who had been wailing instantly fell silent. Their faces turned ashen as they lay trembling on the ground, not daring to move even a finger.

"B-blood qi forming true qi armor! A Grandmaster!!"

The savage grin on Scarface's face instantly froze, replaced by absolute terror.

He had never imagined that this inconspicuous old gatekeeper was actually a Grandmaster!

Above Martial Artists were Great Martial Artists, and only above them stood martial arts Grandmasters!

"P-please spare me, Senior! I failed to recognize your greatness! Zhao Ritian was the one who incited me! Please spare this dog's life!"

Scarface dropped to his knees with a thud and began kowtowing frantically. His forehead quickly bled from the impacts, and even his voice trembled.

Uncle Fu ignored him and merely took one slow step forward.

It looked like a casual step, yet it seemed to cross space itself. In an instant, he appeared before Scarface.

He raised his wrinkled right hand and gave a light slap.

Slap!

With that single slap, Scarface—the Martial Artist who had been so vicious moments ago, his blood qi surging like a rainbow—flew backward as if struck by a speeding train. He crashed heavily into the wall of the martial arts hall before slowly sliding to the floor.

A clear handprint had sunk into his face. His eyes were wide open, but he had already stopped breathing.

One slap!

Just one slap!

A notorious underground enforcer, a Martial Artist above the level of Martial Disciple, had been instantly killed just like that!