As soon as Lin Ze finished speaking, Ainsley's pupils shrank suddenly.
She rubbed the raised runes on the side of the metal stick vigorously, and the surface of the metal stick lit up as if it was burned.
Lin Ze's expression remained unchanged, and he even sneered with disdain.
Maybe I would feel panicked without magic power when dealing with those ancient races with abnormal strength.
To deal with you?
Hey...
Let me give you a hand!
The smile on Ainsley's face suddenly froze.
The men behind her looked at each other.
The short and sturdy man at the head was the first to react. He touched the back of his waist with his right hand and pulled out a short-handled axe. The blade of the axe was coated with a dark green substance. You could tell just by looking at it that it was very strong.
This man looked stocky, but when he moved, he was like an iron ball rolling out against the ground. His shoulders sank and he hit Lin Ze's waist.
Lin Ze stepped aside half a step, and the opponent's ax passed under his ribs with a sound of wind, and hit the wooden frame pillar behind him. The thick pillar was split in half with a "click" sound.
The other two are not slow either.
The one on the left unhooked a chain from his belt, with an iron ball connected to both ends of the chain. He swung his right hand and the iron ball spun twice above his head, and then pulled it up straight to Lin Ze's face.
Lin Ze tilted his head in time, and the iron bump flew past his ears and hit the rammed earth wall, causing the wall skin to fall down.
The two of them looked like twins when they were born. Before Lin Ze could stand firm, two wooden sticks from the left and right came at the same time, one hitting the knees and the other hitting the lower back.
Lin Ze raised his left leg and hit the stick on the bend of his knee. The stick broke into two pieces. He didn't even bend his knees. He used his backhand and elbow to knock the one on the left two steps away.
The man on the right saw that the stick was broken, so he simply threw away half of the stick, pulled out a short dagger from his boot, and made a slash against Lin Ze's arm. The blade cut open the cuff and scraped out a streak of sparks on the dragon's scales, which made the man's mouth numb.
"What..." the man cursed for a while, Lin Ze had already turned around, grabbed his dagger-holding wrist with his left hand and twisted it outward, and slapped him in the shoulder socket with his right palm.
The man flew away as if he had been kicked by a horse, knocking over a pile of haystacks and sending straw flying all over the room.
The short and stocky man took advantage of this opportunity to rush up from the side, and struck with his hand ax horizontally at a tricky angle, straight into Lin Ze's forearm.
Lin Ze took a step sideways.
The ax blade grazed his sleeve.
Without any sense of hindrance, the short and stocky man flipped his wrist, reversed the handle of the axe, and struck Lin Ze on the chin with the iron knob at the end.
This change of moves is extremely fast, and it would be impossible to do it without more than ten years of fighting experience.
Lin Ze turned his head to avoid it, and grabbed the short and sturdy man's wrist with his left hand.
The opponent retracted his hand faster, jumped back half a step, and the ax was once again placed in front of him.
"Tsk." Lin Ze was a little surprised.
This man's skills were completely different from the group of witch hunters he fought at the inn. His advance and retreat were all the tricks of those who had experienced fighting on the battlefield.
The hammer ball came again from the right.
The iron ball swept towards the ground, aiming at the ankle, and the chain made a low "wow" sound in the air.
Lin Ze jumped up, and the iron ball grazed the bottom of his feet. Before he could hit the ground, a stick came from the front and pierced his face.
Attacked from three sides.
The other person was in mid-air, pressing down with his left hand, and the dragon scales emerged from the palm of his hand and slapped on the nail stick.
There was a crisp "click" sound, and the stick broke into two pieces from the middle.
The man wielding the stick was stunned for a moment. Lin Ze had landed on his side and kicked him on the waist. The man flew sideways and hit the barn wall. The rammed earth shattered into pieces. When he slid down, he could no longer stand up.
The hammer was thrown for the second time, this time horizontally, and the iron ball went towards his temple.
Lin Ze stretched out his hand and grabbed it. The iron chain was wrapped around his forearm. He pulled it back, causing the man holding the chain to stumble forward two steps. Lin Ze extended his right fist and hit him in the face.
The nosebleed drew an arc in the air, and the man fell on his back, letting go of the chain in his hand.
The short and stocky man took advantage of this gap and struck again with the axe, this time at an angle, aimed at the shoulder.
Lin Ze didn't hide. He took a step forward, grabbed the opponent's axe-holding wrist with his left hand, and twisted it outward.
The joints made a "click" sound, the short and sturdy man grunted, and the ax fell to the ground.
Lin Ze hit his chest with her right elbow, and then kneeled him on his stomach.
The short, stocky man knelt down, clutching his chest and retching, his face turning pale.
Ainsley stood at the door, the metal short stick in his hand still glowing, but the blood on the slender face had almost faded.
"You..."
"What are you doing?" Lin Ze picked up the hand ax on the ground and weighed it in his hand. It felt okay.
Ainsley's lips trembled twice, and he raised the short stick. The red light was shining brightly, and his face was cruel but also looked a little ridiculous.
Lin Ze took a step forward.
Suddenly there was a rapid sound of horse hooves outside the barn.
Ainsley's eyes suddenly lit up.
The sound of horse hooves stopped outside the barn, followed by the clang of iron armor.
The wooden door was kicked open from the outside, sunlight poured in, and dust swirled crazily in the beam of light.
A woman came in.
She is half a head taller than Ainsley. She wears a neatly cut black leather armor. The shoulder armor and wrist guards are inlaid with copper edges. A scimitar hangs on her waist, and the scabbard is wrapped with a dark red leather rope.
Her hair was cut very short, revealing a small green tattoo behind her ear.
Behind her were eight soldiers, each of them wearing standard leather armor with the same copper badge on their chest. They carried spears and bucklers in their hands, the tips of the spears glowing cold white in the light.
The first two soldiers each held a metal short stick in their hands, exactly the same as the one in Ainsley's hand.
The woman stopped at the door and glanced at the scene in the barn.
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
"It seems I came late and missed a good show."
Ainsley moved her lips. "Sister..."
"Shut up." The woman didn't even look at her.
She looked towards Lin Ze, her gaze resting on his eyes for a moment, and the golden vertical pupils had not completely faded away.
The woman's gaze swept across Lin Ze's vertical pupils, and the curve of the corners of her mouth barely changed.
"Everyone get out."
The eight soldiers behind her did not hesitate and exited the barn in unison, with clean and neat movements, like eight puppets held by the same string.
Ainsley was still stuck in place, holding up the short stick in his hand, his fingertips turning white.
"Sister, he--"
"I said get out."
Ainsley swallowed, pursed his lips into a straight line, clutched the short stick and squeezed out from the door frame sideways.
There were only two people left in the barn.
The woman took off the scimitar from her waist and put the scabbard into the straw, as casually as if she had entered her own woodshed.
"My name is Inspector Saira·Morrison, the North." She moved her wrist and her knuckles made a few crisp sounds.
"Are you the Dragonborn that Whitewater Valley people say?"
"The news is quite good." Lin Ze smiled.