Chapter 163: One Punch!
「Xin Yuan Club.」
Lin Mu strolled inside, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.
Some time had passed since he had last wiped out the club. Yet, dark red bloodstains still lingered on the ground, and the entire club exuded a chilling, terrifying aura.
His gaze fixed forward, Lin Mu came to a stop and looked up.
A man was sitting on the half-collapsed fighting ring in the center of the hall. Due to the dim lighting, his face was indiscernible. However, he had a tall, imposing figure, and his seated form emanated an oppressive, heavy presence. This wasn’t the aura of a powerful Martial Artist, but rather the air of authority and dignity that came with holding a high position for a long time.
"You’ve arrived," the man said, his voice steady and showing little fluctuation. It was impossible, however, to miss the thread of icy killing intent in his tone.
This was Fang Yonglong, Fang Ziming’s father. He was also the true owner of the Xin Yuan Club and the head of the Fang Corporation.
Fang Yonglong had made his fortune in real estate, but he wasn’t a household name in River City. Even so, no one dared to look down on him. It was said that the Fang Family maintained a close relationship with the Qiao Family. There were even rumors that the Qiao Family had only managed to secure its footing in the real estate industry thanks to the Fang Family’s help.
Considering that even River City’s wealthiest man, Qiao Tianhao, had been backed by the Fang Family, one could only imagine how powerful they truly were.
Fang Yonglong sat in place, his tiger-like eyes fixed on Lin Mu.
"Boy, you’ve got guts," he remarked, his voice devoid of any readable emotion. In just a few seconds, he had managed to conceal all of his killing intent.
Lin Mu tilted his head, studying Fang Yonglong. The darkness didn’t affect his vision in the slightest. He could see that Fang Yonglong was nothing more than an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.
"Hand over the person, and I might consider leaving you a complete corpse," Lin Mu said. His tone was as if negotiating, but it carried an undeniable resolve.
"Heh, you’re young, but you talk big," Fang Yonglong chuckled. "You killed my son and my brother. Do you think you can walk out of here today?"
"Try me," Lin Mu replied.
Fang Yonglong said nothing more, simply waving his hand.
SWOOSH.
From the shadows all around the club, countless figures suddenly emerged. They were densely packed, numbering at least several hundred. These people, all dressed in uniform, had expressionless faces. Their eyes held a coldness so chilling it could make one’s scalp tingle. Their gazes fell upon Lin Mu as if he were already a dead man.
This was a group of emotionless killers!
What was most shocking was that these hundreds of individuals were all Martial Artists. Although most of them were not very strong, with some not having even cultivated Internal Energy yet, the ability to summon so many Martial Artists at once was a testament to the Fang Family’s power.
Fang Yonglong’s voice drifted over ominously. "This is just an appetizer. Take your time. The real show is yet to come."
With that, Fang Yonglong stood up and left, apparently having lost all interest in watching.
"Remember, don’t hold back," Fang Yonglong suddenly paused and added. "Otherwise, you won’t see that woman again."
Then, he departed without a backward glance.
As for the men, they slowly began to approach Lin Mu, their eyes alight with excitement. It was as if, in their eyes, Lin Mu was a mountain of gold.
And in a sense, he was. Fang Yonglong had already laid out the bounties beforehand.
Five million for injuring Lin Mu. Ten million for an arm. Twenty million for a leg. And fifty million for his head.
In other words, Lin Mu’s life was worth, at minimum, one hundred million. Moreover, anyone who participated in taking him down would receive a generous reward.
These Martial Artists were mere novices in the Martial Way with barely two coins to rub together. Naturally, they swarmed at the promise of the Fang Family’s enormous reward.
Everyone remained silent as they slowly closed in on Lin Mu.
Lin Mu’s expression was unchanged; he didn’t even shift from his spot. To him, their numbers were meaningless.
BOOM!
It was unclear who attacked first. Three or four figures suddenly charged toward Lin Mu, putting their full force behind their speed and punches, aiming for a one-hit kill.
THUD!
One of them stomped on the ground, using the rebound to launch himself forward, his fist shooting toward Lin Mu’s face.
BANG!
Unfortunately, before his fist could land, it was caught by a large hand.
The Martial Artist froze for a moment, then sneered. From behind him, another figure emerged with unsettling speed, clutching a dagger that flickered with blue light. The dagger was coated in a potent poison!
The man gripping the dagger had a face twisted with murderous intent, his eyes brimming with ecstasy. If they killed Lin Mu, they would get a huge sum of money.
However, before the smile could fully form on his face, he felt a sharp pain in his throat. His body stopped abruptly, and he stared blankly at the man before him.
Lin Mu had his hand around the man’s throat and squeezed gently.
CRACK!
With a snap of his neck, the man’s head tilted to one side, and he collapsed limply to the ground.
The Martial Artist whose fist was still in Lin Mu’s grasp was horrified. Before he could react, he felt his entire body being lifted into the air.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Lin Mu actually used the man’s body as a weapon, swinging him out in a wide arc. The three or four other Martial Artists who had charged with him were struck hard and sent flying backward. They crashed to the ground, their eyes filled with terror and despair. That single blow had utterly incapacitated them; now they couldn’t even move.
As for Lin Mu, he was left holding only a severed forearm; the rest of the body had flown off somewhere.
This all happened in an instant, a matter of seconds. All the crowd saw were several people rushing at Lin Mu, and then... they were dead.
After killing several men, Lin Mu’s expression remained completely unchanged. He raised his gaze to look at the other Martial Artists.
Compared to the several hundred Martial Artists present, they hadn’t given the loss of five mere ants a second thought.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, a bald old man stepped forward. His strength was considerable; as a late-stage External Strength practitioner, he could be considered a powerhouse in his own right. Behind him followed a dozen or so Martial Artists, likely his disciples or subordinates. The old man held a Blood Knife, his eyes fixed on Lin Mu, filled with a greedy fervor.
"Kill!"
The old man uttered just one word. The men behind him immediately charged at Lin Mu without fear for their lives. The old man himself kept his gaze locked on Lin Mu, waiting for the slightest opportunity to strike a fatal blow.
Facing the simultaneous attack of a dozen people, Lin Mu merely shook his head slightly. Just as their attacks were about to land, he slowly raised his hand and threw a punch.
RUMBLE!
With this one punch, a gale-force wind erupted throughout the club.
Everyone’s expression changed.
The next moment, agonized screams echoed as body after body was sent flying.
All thirteen of them were dead!
HISS!
Only then did the crowd’s faces truly change, turning pale with shock.
This person... he was so strong!
To kill thirteen men with a single punch... His power was simply terrifying.