Zhao Yan had no time for pleasantries; he glanced at him and disdainfully sheathed his knife.
The Supreme Lottery Ticket only drew an ordinary person, and he didn't kill Lin Yu on the spot because he felt it was a waste.
Just as I was about to curse the system again, I heard a flurry of footsteps and shouts coming from outside the factory, approaching rapidly.
"Quick! He's inside, don't let that kid get away again!"
"Damn it, you dared to kill our men? You'll be caught red-handed today!"
"They're from the Golden Bull Martial Arts School!" A cold glint flashed in Zhao Yan's eyes as his Grandmaster Realm perception swept over them, revealing that there were quite a few people there.
"Damn! They got here so fast! Those bastards from the Golden Bull Martial Arts School, they're like a persistent ghost!"
"Kid, you're out of luck."
Zhao Yan's figure drifted backward like a ghost, disappearing into the abandoned factory in the blink of an eye, without taking Lin Yu with him.
Before leaving, he uttered a cold remark. "Whether you live or not depends on your own abilities, kid. I'm off!"
The dilapidated gate was kicked open violently, and seven or eight fierce-looking martial artists wielding various weapons rushed into the factory.
The leader was a burly man with a face full of menacing features.
The burly leader's gaze swept across the scene, first landing on the several corpses on the ground, and his expression darkened further.
His gaze then fell on Lin Yu, the only one standing in the arena.
Lin Yu's clean and simple clothes stood in stark contrast to the bloody and filthy environment.
"That eunuch Zhao Yan ran away?" the leader asked in a hoarse voice.
"Who is this kid?" He didn't sense any threat from Lin Yu, not even the slightest fluctuation of the Body Tempering Realm.
A henchman with triangular eyes stepped forward, licking his lips. "Boss, who cares who he is? Anyone who hangs out with that bastard Zhao Yan is definitely no good."
The leader frowned. He was ruthless, but not entirely brainless.
The fact that an ordinary person with no cultivation level would appear in such a place is strange in itself.
However, capturing Zhao Yan was the priority at the moment, and he didn't have time to interrogate him in detail.
"Kill them, make it clean." The leader waved his hand, as if he were merely ordering the swatting of a fly.
"Understood!" The man with the triangular eyes grinned maliciously, picked up a ghost-head knife, and strode towards Lin Yu.
In his view, killing an ordinary person who has no power to resist is simpler than killing a chicken.
As Lin Yu watched the triangular-eyed man approach, the undisguised killing intent and contempt in his eyes did not frighten him in the slightest.
No matter what, his true form is someone who has weathered many storms, so he wouldn't even feel pressured by such a minor character.
His body was indeed just that of a mortal; his strength and speed were far inferior to those of these martial artists.
But you should know...
This body was, after all, sculpted from celestial soil and jade imbued with the power of creation, and also contained a wisp of the original being's divine consciousness.
The man with the triangular eyes had already approached, and his ghost-headed dagger, accompanied by a fierce wind, slashed diagonally down towards Lin Yu's neck without any fancy moves.
This strike was swift and ruthless, clearly intended to decapitate the target.
At that moment, Lin Yu moved.
"Laugh--"
The blade grazed his clothes, tearing up a small piece of fabric.
The man with the triangular eyes was taken aback, not expecting that this kid could actually dodge it.
While he was still in a daze, Lin Yu's fingers swiftly and accurately stabbed at the wrist of the man with the triangular eyes.
In pain, the man with the triangular eyes let go of the machete in his hand and it fell to the ground.
The machete was still in mid-air when Lin Yu caught it with his hand. With a flick of his wrist, a flash of cold light appeared, and blood spurted from A San's neck. He fell straight to the ground, lifeless on the spot.
From the moment the man with the triangular eyes drew his sword to the moment he was counter-attacked and had his sword taken from him, only three or four breaths had passed.
An eerie silence fell over the room.
Everyone was stunned, including the leader who was Grandmaster Realm.
They stared in disbelief at the ordinary man who still stood ramrod straight, now wielding a blood-dripping demon's head blade.
A guy with no cultivation level whatsoever actually managed to kill a body-refining martial artist.
The leader's face darkened, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent. "Good lad, playing dumb to fool others? You've got some skills. Let's all attack and chop him up!"
He realized this might be a tough opponent; although its aura was strange, it absolutely could not be allowed to live.
However, just as he gave the order and his men reacted, their attention was drawn to Lin Yu.
A black figure, moving so fast it was almost invisible, suddenly sprang up from behind.
A cold blade pierced precisely from behind the Grandmaster Realm leader's back, the tip protruding from his chest.
It was Zhao Yan who returned after leaving; one could say he had been hiding in the shadows all along.
He hadn't gone far at all, or rather, he originally planned to use Lin Yu as a pawn to draw attention while he escaped in another direction.
But Lin Yu's unexpected counterattack made him change his mind.
The leader's body stiffened abruptly, his fierce expression freezing on his face. He turned his head with difficulty and saw only Zhao Yan's pale face with a wicked smile.
"You bastard... you're having a good time chasing me, aren't you?" Zhao Yan twisted his wrist, and the cold blade churned in the other man's heart, completely severing his life force. He then kicked him away.
The remaining henchmen were immediately filled with a sense of loss and panic; with their leader dead, their greatest support was gone.
Run!
"Zhao Yan is here! Let's go!"
These bullies, who preyed on the weak and feared the strong, turned and ran towards the door.
How could Zhao Yan give them a chance? His figure was elusive, his cold blade flashed repeatedly, and screams rang out one after another. In the blink of an eye, several martial artists at the Body Refinement and Profound Understanding Realm became new corpses on the ground.
Zhao Yan flicked the blood off his knife, not even glancing at the corpses scattered on the ground.
His gaze fell on Lin Yu, and he looked Lin Yu up and down. For the first time, a look other than violence and madness appeared in his sinister eyes.
A tiny bit of interest?
"Kid, your name is Lin Yu, right? I didn't expect you to be somewhat useful." Zhao Yan spoke, his voice still hoarse, but now with a touch more formality.
Lin Yu released his grip, letting the blood-stained ghost-head knife clatter to the ground.
He clapped his hands, met Zhao Yan's gaze, and said calmly, "It seems your Supreme Lottery Ticket hasn't completely gone down the drain?"
Zhao Yan stared at him for a long time, then suddenly gave a twisted smile, which, combined with his effeminate face, looked particularly eerie.
"Interesting... really interesting. This time, the damn system seems to have pulled something extraordinary."
He walked up to Lin Yu, leaned in and sniffed carefully, then frowned. "Still no cultivation... Strange, how did you do that?"
Lin Yu calmly replied, "A little skill, and fairly good eyesight. Also, I'm physically quite muscular."
"Sturdy?" Zhao Yan chuckled, but didn't press the matter further.
In this dog-eat-dog world, who doesn't have secrets? As long as they're useful, they're fine.
"Okay, Lin Yu, right?"
"The Golden Bull Martial Arts School lost a leader, they won't let this go. We can't stay here, come with me."
He turned and walked towards another hidden exit of the factory. After taking a couple of steps, he glanced back at Lin Yu and said, "Don't hold me back, or I'll be the first to kill you."
Lin Yu (Number Twelve) silently followed behind Zhao Yan.
He has begun to establish himself in this world. To deal with someone like Zhao Yan, he needs to appear mysterious and pique his interest.
That way I can stay by his side.
Lin Yu (Number Twelve)'s plan is that Zhao Yan is definitely the chosen one of this world, and by following him, there's no need to worry about not finding treasures.
On the other side, here is Lin Yu himself.
[Huang Rong: @Lin Yu, reimburse me. Your clone ate a roast chicken, a pot of wine, and...]
Lin Yu (his true form) looked at Huang Rong who had tagged him in the group chat and smiled speechlessly.
[Lin Yu: I'm out of points, you should make him pay with his body.]
[Su Xiaoxiao: Xiao Yu, how many clones did you create? Even you're out of points?]
After asking the questions in the group, Su Xiaoxiao looked at Lin Yu (Number One) beside her in disbelief.
How many points did you use?
Lin Yu (Number One) shrugged. "You're asking the main body, I can't say."