Chapter 117: If I Had Known This Would Happen, Why Did I Bother in the First Place!
Peng Shi was sent flying by a single palm strike from Lin Mu? He even spat out blood? Is this... could this be an act?
Everyone watched, lost in a state of profound shock. The smiles on the faces of Fang Ziming and Fang Yongnian froze instantly. Peng Shi, defeated in a single move?
"Peng Shi!"
The pair of twin sisters rushed out of their private room to support him. "Peng Shi, are you alright?" one asked in shock.
"COUGH, COUGH." Peng Shi coughed twice, rubbing his chest. "I’m fine."
He struggled to his feet, his eyes fixed icily on Lin Mu. "Kid, you’re courting death!" he snarled, deeply provoked by Lin Mu’s earlier words. "It seems I underestimated you, but I guarantee you will die here today!"
As soon as Peng Shi finished speaking, his Internal Energy erupted. The force of the blast threw the twin sisters aside as he instantly appeared before Lin Mu, his palms striking out rapidly.
Splitting Palm!
Compared to his previous attempt, Peng Shi’s palms now pulsed with a dense concentration of Internal Energy, so thick it seemed tangible and capable of tearing through the air itself. This time, Peng Shi was fueled by a furious, murderous intent.
"You clueless old fool, do you really think I don’t dare to kill you?"
A sharp glint flashed in Lin Mu’s eyes. He raised his hands as if embracing heaven and earth, and a terrifying power erupted from his body.
"Emperor’s Divine Fist—Breaking the Heavens Technique!"
The entire club shook violently, and all the onlookers stared at Lin Mu in utter amazement. Wisps of energy gathered and interwove between his hands, coalescing into a sphere of energy the size of a basketball.
The Emperor’s Divine Fist was a technique Lin Mu had created after achieving the title of Emperor Zun, synthesizing countless fist techniques from the Immortal Realm. The fist style had only nine forms, but each one was imbued with immense power. At his peak, unleashing all nine could shatter an entire world. With his current Cultivation Level, however, Lin Mu could barely manage to execute the first three.
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As Lin Mu’s incantation ended, the sphere of energy in his hands suddenly transformed into a fist and smashed toward Peng Shi.
When Peng Shi saw the fist materialize in mid-air, his face went white with terror. "A manifestation of the Heavenly Dao... You... you’re a Grandmaster!" he shrieked.
CRACK!
But before he could finish, the fist crashed down, striking him hard.
PFFT!
Peng Shi’s body shot backward like a kite with its string cut, smashing through the walls of several private rooms on the third floor as he coughed up mouthfuls of blood. Before he could even hit the ground, a figure closed in like a bolt of lightning and grabbed his head.
THUD!
Lin Mu forced Peng Shi heavily to his knees. Peng Shi’s face was ashen, his expression one of pure terror. "You... you’re a Grandmaster? Impossible, you can’t be a Grandmaster!" Even with his head in Lin Mu’s grip, his voice was filled with horrified disbelief.
Lin Mu isn’t even thirty years old. A Grandmaster under thirty... that’s impossible in the Martial Arts World!
"Master Lin, spare my life," Peng Shi pleaded fearfully. "It was my fault; I was blind to your eminence. Had I known you were a Grandmaster, I wouldn’t have dared to oppose you, not even if you gave me ten times the courage."
Peng Shi was on the verge of tears, his fear of death compelling him to grovel for mercy. Dignity? What’s dignity worth compared to my life?
Everyone stared, mouths agape, dumbfounded by the scene. Peng Shi is actually begging for mercy?
Lin Mu’s expression was glacial. "You talk too much." With a surge of Internal Energy, he prepared to crush Peng Shi’s head.
"Let go of Peng Shi!" Seeing this, the twin sisters’ faces changed drastically, and they charged toward Lin Mu.
"Get lost!"
Lin Mu whirled around. His aura was as menacing as a pouncing tiger, freezing the two women in their tracks. Their faces turned pale; the pressure from Lin Mu was simply terrifying.
"Hurry up and release Peng Shi, or you’re signing your own death warrant!" one of the women said coldly. Despite Lin Mu’s terrifying power, their own prestigious backgrounds gave them confidence.
"A death warrant?" Lin Mu scoffed. "I’d like to see how you plan on killing me."
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand tightened.
CRUNCH!
With a sickening crack, Peng Shi’s head burst. The spray of blood and brain matter horrified everyone present. They all stared in stunned silence. Nobody in the club could believe Lin Mu would be so ruthless, killing at a moment’s notice and with such brutality. The shock they felt was now replaced by pure terror.
The two women were pale with fright. "You killed Peng Shi? You actually killed Peng Shi?" one of them stammered, her voice icy. "You’re dead, you are so dead!"
SLAP!
Before she could finish her threat, a figure blurred before her eyes, and a palm struck her face. The woman was sent flying, landing in a heap several meters away, her cheek swelling instantly.
The already shocked onlookers could only gape in disbelief. How ruthless! He even hits women!
"Sister!" The other woman’s expression twisted as she rushed to help her sibling up, glaring at Lin Mu with murderous intent. "You dare hit my sister? I’ll kill you!"
With his hands behind his back, Lin Mu walked past the two. He paused briefly and said with utter indifference, "Don’t think I won’t kill you just because you’re women."
Hearing his words, both women shivered, a deep-seated fear rising within them.
Ignoring them, Lin Mu walked toward Fang Ziming. "Now," he asked calmly, "is there anyone else coming to save you?"
Fang Ziming was speechless. Lin Mu killed Peng Shi? He even dared to strike women—what wouldn’t he do? A profound sense of fear and regret flooded his heart. If only I hadn’t provoked him...
His lips trembling, Fang Ziming stammered, "Master... Master Lin... please... please don’t kill me. I beg you, don’t kill me."
Lin Mu said coolly, "I already gave you a chance. You’re the one who didn’t cherish it."
As he spoke, his palm flashed across Fang Ziming’s neck.
SPLAT!
A head tumbled onto the fighting ring on the second floor. On it were Fang Ziming’s wide-open eyes, staring in eternal disbelief.
"AHH!"
The two women screamed, clinging to each other in terror. Born into wealthy families, they considered themselves elites who had witnessed their fair share of fights between Martial Artists. But they had never seen anyone as vicious and brutal as Lin Mu. With Peng Shi dead, the sisters were thoroughly terrified.
Lin Mu paid them no mind, instead turning to Fang Yongnian, who looked as if he had lost his mind. The man was already chilled to the bone, his face ghastly pale as he mumbled over and over, "Don’t kill me... please don’t kill me..."
"You should have known this day would come," Lin Mu said flatly.
With another wave of his hand, a second head rolled across the floor.