A Terrifying Killing Blow
Han Shantong fell to the ground, his heart aching as if being stabbed, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose.
For the first time, a look of horror and fear appeared in his eyes.
"What kind of martial art is this?" he exclaimed inwardly.
This finger strike not only pierced through his protective Force Net, but also seemed to have plunged a dagger into his heart, its force penetrating deeply.
Previously, no matter how disadvantaged he was in a battle, he never felt the slightest bit panicked.
Because as long as his protective Force Net remains intact, he will never be in mortal danger; at most, he will only suffer minor injuries.
But now, everything is different. He never expected that Lin Qing would be able to break through his Force Net.
He had heard that in the Prefectural City, a place where masters gathered and where outstanding people gathered, there were people who possessed superb martial arts skills that could break through the strength of others.
But that's the Prefectural City! He'd never seen anything like it in Jiangyin County, a small county town, and he had no idea how Lin Qing could possess such a level of martial arts.
For a moment, he felt that Lin Qing's identity was not as simple as it seemed.
"Who exactly are you?" Han Shantong rolled over and got up from the ground, his eyes fixed on Lin Qing, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"Old Devil Han, who I am doesn't matter. No matter what, you're going to die today!"
Lin Qing dashed forward again, arriving in front of Han Shantong in an instant. Han Shantong's face was ferocious. He knew that his Lightness Skill was inferior to Lin Qing's and that there was no hope of escape. He also sensed Lin Qing's resolute killing intent, which was as unshakable as a rock. He understood that today it was either victory or death; there was no third way.
Bang bang bang!
The two dodged and weaved, changing their footwork as they fiercely fought in the pouring rain, exchanging blows more than ten times in the blink of an eye.
However, Lin Qing was superior in both footwork and fist techniques, as well as in strength and speed. Han Shantong was no match for him and was suddenly hit in the chest with a punch, sending him flying.
This time, Lin Qing no longer sensed the presence of the Force Net, nor did he feel that counterforce.
His fist landed squarely on Han Shantong's chest, unleashing its full force. It sent Han Shantong flying and shattered his sternum. He could even clearly hear the cracking sound of bones breaking.
This punch is Tathagata Fist Manual Sutra, the Lotus Throne Emerges.
This punch was domineering and fierce, with powerful force and destructive power.
After Han Shantong fell to the ground again, his chest caved in, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which was bright red and mixed with many fragments of internal organs.
At this moment, Han Shantong's fear of death reached its peak. He never imagined that he would be defeated by an eighteen-year-old boy.
"If we continue fighting, I will surely die!"
Seeing Lin Qing charging at him again, Han Shantong suddenly shouted, "Lin Qing, don't kill me! I have a Hidden Chamber containing the treasures accumulated by my Han Family over hundreds of years. No one else in the world knows the location of this Hidden Chamber except me. Don't kill me, and everything in the Hidden Chamber is yours!"
Lin Qing ignored him and threw a punch straight at his chest. Han Shantong crossed his arms to defend, but lost his balance and was knocked back again. During the retreat, Lin Qing delivered a whip kick that struck him squarely in the ribs, sending him flying again. Several of his ribs were broken, and his injuries were further aggravated.
At this moment, Han Shantong was in an extremely disheveled state, and there was not a trace of the prestige that the head of the Han Family should have.
He was disheveled, bleeding from his seven orifices, his breathing was unsteady, and he could barely stand.
Lin Qing gave him no time to catch his breath, rushing towards him again, raising his leg to stomp down on his right leg, intending to break it.
In that instant, Han Shantong's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and he let out a long howl, not the deep voice of an old man, but rather the high-pitched voice of a child.
The sound waves, like a storm, suddenly flooded Lin Qing's ears, making him dizzy for a moment. Then, Han Shantong opened his mouth and inhaled at Lin Qing. From a perspective invisible to the naked eye, a wisp of white smoke flew out of Lin Qing's body and fell into Han Shantong's mouth.
In that instant, Lin Qing felt a tearing pain in his brain, his five senses weakened rapidly, and he became dizzy and unsteady on his feet.
"Is this sorcery?"
Lin Qing remained conscious, and immediately recalled Han Shantong's earlier preparations for a ritual to Bai'e Cult.
He had heard that if the ritual was successful, he would obtain some kind of evil magic related to an evil god.
At this moment, Han Shantong's move was clearly not within the scope of martial arts. That loud shout was like a mental attack, directly affecting a person's soul and desensitizing their five senses.
At this moment, Han Shantong's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He reached into his robes and pulled out a dagger, about the length of a child's arm, its serrated blade gleaming coldly in the lightning.
"Die!!"
With a ferocious expression, Han Shantong mustered all his strength and stabbed Lin Qing in the heart.
He understood that this was his last chance. He had obtained this dagger from Yin Muhua, and it was highly poisonous. Once it pierced someone's heart, it would immediately paralyze them and cause them to die suddenly. No matter whether the Martial Artist was Bright Force, Hidden Strength, or Transforming Force, they would not be able to stop it.
At this critical moment, a flying stone suddenly shot from a distance at great speed, and even the torrential rain could not cause it the slightest disturbance.
Snap!
The flying stone struck Han Shantong's wrist squarely with a cracking sound. Han Shantong was horrified to discover that his hand bones were broken, and the dagger in his hand also fell to the ground.
"Who?"
In that instant, Han Shantong's face turned ashen; his only chance to turn the tide had slipped through his fingers.
At this moment, Lin Qing also awoke from his chaotic state, raised his hand and pointed a finger, accurately hitting Han Shantong in the chest.
A surge of energy emanated from his fingertips, traversing his entire body and shattering his heart.
Han Shantong spat out a large mouthful of blood, collapsed to the ground, and did not move again.
Lin Qing was still uneasy, so he suddenly drew his sword, rushed forward, and beheaded Han Shantong.
Only then did he realize that Han Shantong was dead.
To deal with such a cunning old ghost, one must not be careless in the slightest. Even if he lies there motionless, one must still be on guard to prevent him from coming back to life.
However, at this moment, Lin Qing still dared not relax even slightly.
Because, at the moment Han Shantong died, a figure suddenly leaped down from the roof of a nearby Pavilion.
He was dressed in white, holding a bamboo umbrella, and moved with utmost grace and quietness.
Lin Qing was shocked. The three Pavilion were each two zhang tall, totaling six zhang in height.
To jump from such a height and land without making a sound indicates that the person's Lightness Skill was exceptionally high.
The first words this person uttered sent a jolt through Lin Qing's body.
"What a brilliant move to Heart-Lamp Ignites Wisdom! It seems there really is an Eight-Armed Buddha Wooden Idol scattered throughout Jiangyin County. What's your name? To have mastered the Fourth Form Tathagata Fist Manual in such a short time, you are truly a prodigy."
Lin Qing tensed up, ready to pounce. He hadn't expected that someone could see right through his Tathagata Fist Manual, his greatest secret in life.
In that instant, a murderous intent surged within him. He couldn't imagine what kind of terrifying enemies this would attract once the news got out.