Chapter 164: Great Sorrow Hand! Tyrant Blade!
CLACK.
Amidst the crowd’s shock, Lin Mu took a single step forward.
BOOM!
The entire club rumbled with a dull roar as if struck by an earthquake. Countless people staggered, nearly losing their footing. Seizing the moment, Lin Mu’s figure flickered, appearing before the Late-Stage External Strength elder as he threw a punch.
"Not good!"
With his disciples all dead, the elder’s mind was in turmoil. Seeing Lin Mu attack, he didn’t dare to resist. He stomped his feet hard on the ground and began a frantic retreat.
WHOOSH!
However, a mocking smirk merely touched Lin Mu’s lips as his fist opened into a palm. A violent suction force suddenly materialized, halting the elder’s retreat and pulling him uncontrollably toward Lin Mu.
CRACK!
Lin Mu seized the elder’s throat, his expression impassive.
"Please, don’t—"
The elder’s eyes filled with terror as he tried to beg for mercy, but Lin Mu was unmoved. With a slight increase in pressure, he snapped the man’s neck.
Since they wanted to kill him, they had to be prepared to be killed.
Lin Mu tossed the elder’s corpse to the ground and swept his gaze across the room. Countless people instinctively averted their eyes, not daring to meet his stare. This man was powerful and ruthless, not someone to be trifled with.
"Everyone, this man is vicious and kills without batting an eye, but his strength is formidable," a bare-chested brute said coldly. "As the saying goes, fortune favors the bold. Since Boss Fang has offered such a high price, it would be a disservice to the millions up for grabs if we don’t show some real skill."
"Daoist Zhang is right," a Martial Artist with a Great Saber slung across his back said, his arms crossed. "Forget Boss Fang, this man has slaughtered so many of our martial brethren. We cannot simply stand by and watch. Killing him would be like ridding the Martial Arts World of a great scourge."
"Well said!"
The crowd echoed in agreement, now viewing Lin Mu as an evil demon that anyone could rightfully slay.
Lin Mu just smiled, a cold smile. He held out a hand and beckoned to the crowd with a single finger.
"Don’t get cocky, boy! I will be the one to kill you!"
A man separated from the crowd, his figure soaring like an Azure Hawk. Tapping his feet against each other in midair to launch himself forward, he lunged straight for Lin Mu.
"The Great Sorrow Hand, Pei Yuanhai!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.
Pei Yuanhai, an Internal Energy Early Stage powerhouse of the Martial Way, possessed a cultivation so dense it was almost tangible. His signature palm technique, the Great Sorrow Hand, was said to be capable of shattering gold and jade, a truly terrifying art. Among the hundreds of Martial Artists present, his strength was easily in the top five.
As Pei Yuanhai struck, a gale of Internal Energy tore through the hall. The howling wind forced many to retreat, their eyes glinting with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. After all, Pei Yuanhai was a famed expert who usually kept a low profile. Only now that he had taken action did they realize just how frightening he was.
"Die!" Pei Yuanhai’s expression was glacial, his killing intent naked and undisguised. As he struck with his palm, it began to radiate a golden light. The Great Sorrow Hand originated from the Buddhist Door and naturally carried a measure of its power.
HUMMM!
The air vibrated as Pei Yuanhai’s palm shot toward Lin Mu’s face, intending to kill him in a single blow.
However, Lin Mu simply shook his head slightly, a flicker of disdain in his eyes. This was all it took to provoke Pei Yuanhai. With a deep grunt, the golden light on his palm intensified.
BANG!
Pei Yuanhai’s palm descended, only to collide directly with another.
Slaying Gods and Demons and Punishing Immortals, Twelfth Form—Deicide Palm!
CRACK!
With a shrill scream, Pei Yuanhai’s arm twisted at an unnatural angle.
What kind of palm technique is this?! he thought in terror, clutching his broken arm as he tried to retreat.
But Lin Mu gave him no such chance. He surged forward, seized Pei Yuanhai’s other arm, and violently yanked him in.
Not good!
The saber-wielding Martial Artist’s expression changed drastically as he grabbed the hilt of his weapon.
CLANG!
With a crisp ring, the Great Saber left its sheath. Gripping it with both hands, the warrior brought it down on Lin Mu in a vicious slash, unleashing an overbearing momentum that seemed capable of sundering heaven and earth.
"Tyrant Blade Gui Hai!"
At the sight of this attack, someone’s eyes narrowed in fear. Gui Hai was a saber master, but he held another identity that struck fear into the hearts of all in the Martial Arts World: Assassin.
He excelled at concealment and his attacks aimed for a single, fatal strike. If he failed, he would flee for thousands of miles. Yet, he didn’t hide his identity, instead choosing an exceedingly cunning moment to strike.
An ambush. Lin Mu was busy with Pei Yuanhai and couldn’t possibly spare any attention. Gui Hai was supremely confident in his attack.
Unfortunately for him, though he was fast, Lin Mu was faster.
Lin Mu snapped his head up, raised his left hand, and flicked a finger. Seeing such a casual counter, Gui Hai was stunned for a moment before sneering.
Idiot!
He was known as the Tyrant Blade for a reason; he cultivated the Tyrant Blade lineage’s saber arts. This saber art was the epitome of tyranny and extremely lethal. Furthermore, the Great Saber he wielded weighed over a hundred pounds. An ordinary person would struggle just to lift it, let alone use it. But Gui Hai was born with immense strength, and for him, cultivating the Tyrant Blade arts was like giving a tiger wings. His slash could split a thousand-pound boulder in two, yet Lin Mu intended to block it with a finger?
"Die!"
But in the next instant, something happened that shocked the crowd and made Gui Hai’s heart leap into his throat. A dazzling light flared at the tip of Lin Mu’s finger as he gently tapped forward.
Slaying Gods and Demons and Punishing Immortals, Twelfth Form—Godslayer Finger!
In that moment, Lin Mu’s entire aura transformed. He was like a high and mighty god of war, casually pointing a finger.
CRACK!
The Great Saber, as wide as a man’s palm, shattered into two pieces at the mere touch of Lin Mu’s finger, becoming useless scrap metal.
His ambush a failure, Gui Hai’s face fell. Without the slightest hesitation, he spun around to retreat. But there was no way Lin Mu would let him escape. With a movement as fast as lightning, he snatched the broken tip of the blade and, with a flick of his wrist, sent it flying.
SWISH!
The broken blade cut through the air like a meteor.
THUMP!
Gui Hai, who had almost reached the main entrance, suddenly shuddered. Stunned, he lowered his head to look at the blade fragment buried in his chest. He opened his mouth, but no words came out, only great mouthfuls of fresh blood.
"Urk..." Gui Hai managed a bitter smile before collapsing to the floor with a thud.
Meanwhile, Lin Mu’s right hand didn’t stop. He pulled Pei Yuanhai in close and slammed his shoulder into the man’s chest.
"Spar—"
PFFT!
Before Pei Yuanhai could finish the word, he sprayed a huge mouthful of blood. Lin Mu’s body check had pulverized his internal organs; the blood he spat out was mixed with fragments of his insides.
The entire hall fell instantly, deathly silent.
From Pei Yuanhai’s attack, to Gui Hai’s ambush, to both of their deaths, everything happened in the blink of an eye. The onlookers hadn’t even had time to process what had just happened.
What made their scalps tingle with fear was that from beginning to end, Lin Mu had not uttered a single word.