Chapter 285: You are Lin Wudi?!
Lin Mu had actually killed Fang Fei! Ruthless and merciless, a true destroyer of beauty!
Fang Cheng and Fang Ting’s eyes widened as they stared at Fang Fei’s corpse.
"So I’ve killed her. What can you do about it?" That unspoken taunt almost drove Fang Ting mad with rage.
"Fei!" Fang Cheng let out a heart-wrenching scream, cradling his daughter’s body as tears streamed down his face. His wife had died young, leaving him with only a son and a daughter. His son had been crippled, and now, his daughter had been murdered right before his very eyes.
"Lin Mu, I want you dead! I will kill you!" Fang Cheng glared at Lin Mu, his eyes burning with venomous hatred.
"Kill him!" Fang Ting roared, also furious. She pointed at Lin Mu and gave the command, and the four hulking men behind her stepped forward in unison.
BOOM! A terrifying aura erupted from the four men, faintly locking onto Lin Mu.
"Lin Mu, you killed Fei! I will make sure you suffer a fate worse than death!" Fang Ting’s face was a mask of icy, murderous intent. She had always treated Fang Fei and Fang Ming as her own children, so one could only imagine the immensity of her hatred now that Fang Fei had been killed right before her eyes.
"I will find your family, your friends, and everyone close to you! I’ll make them beg for death but never grant it!" Fang Ting spat venomously. "Kill him! Kill him now!"
She had great confidence in these four men, because they were the infamous Jiangbei Four Fiends. Each one possessed the strength of an Inner Strength Martial Artist, and when they worked together, they could even hold their own against a Grandmaster-level expert. Although they couldn’t defeat a Martial Arts Grandmaster, the ability to stall one for even a moment was a remarkable feat in itself.
The Jiangbei Four Fiends had once committed a heinous crime and, with nowhere else to turn, fled to River City where they were taken in by Qiao Tianhao. Though cruel, ruthless, and perverse in their methods, they were fiercely loyal, earning Qiao Tianhao’s deep trust. He had sent them this time specifically to help the Fang Family.
"Kid, a quick death is a much happier fate than being tortured to death by the four of us brothers," one of the Fiends cackled. "Otherwise, you’ll truly learn the meaning of despair."
"Too much nonsense." Lin Mu slowly shook his head, and as the words left his mouth, he lashed out, his hand reaching for one of the men.
The man was stunned for a second before bursting into laughter. "This kid’s lost his mind. What a pity he’s asking to die." Instead of retreating, he advanced, smashing a fist directly toward Lin Mu’s reaching hand. A single punch like that was powerful enough to cripple a Martial Artist of the same level!
Unfortunately for him, he was facing Lin Mu.
"Demonslaying Claw!" A sharp glint flashed in Lin Mu’s eyes. His hand, shaped like a claw, seized the man’s wrist from an impossible angle and viciously tore at it.
RIP! With sheer force, he tore the man’s arm clean off!
The other three Fiends cried out, their eyes brimming with horror.
Lin Mu didn’t stop there. He raised his foot and slammed a kick squarely into the man’s chest. The man flew backward, a spray of blood and shredded viscera erupting from his mouth.
THUD! By the time his body hit the ground, he was no longer breathing.
One grab, one kick, and one of them was dead. The remaining three Fiends stared at Lin Mu, their faces paling in utter terror.
"Kid, who the hell are you?" one of them demanded. Their companion had been an Inner Strength Martial Artist, a relatively strong one at that. And yet, before Lin Mu, he was defeated so easily.
"The one who will kill you," Lin Mu answered. As his voice faded, he stomped the ground and instantly, almost supernaturally, appeared before the three Fiends. Heavenly Emperor Nine Steps!
"Attack together!" The remaining three exchanged a look, nodded, and charged at Lin Mu in unison. Their combined strength was formidable, and they had no fear of him.
"Nothing but a disorganized mob." Lin Mu shook his head, his body blurring as he slammed his shoulder directly into one of the men’s chests.
The man sneered. He didn’t dodge, intending to hold Lin Mu back for a moment to create an opening for his companions. However, the moment Lin Mu’s shoulder collided with him, he knew he’d made a fatal mistake. It felt as if he’d been hit by a freight train as a piercing, agonizing pain overwhelmed him. He was sent flying backward, his chest completely caved in from the impact.
GASP! The last two men sucked in a sharp breath. They exchanged a glance, and each saw the raw fear mirrored in the other’s eyes.
Run! The thought was simultaneous. They didn’t need to exchange a single word. Seeing how dire the situation had become, they immediately turned to flee.
As for the life or death of their employer, Fang Ting, they couldn’t give a damn. They were, at their core, vicious bandits who had only thrown in their lot with Qiao Tianhao to save their own skins. The rewards were great—endless money and women—but when weighed against their own lives, there was no contest.
"Trying to escape?" Lin Mu scoffed. He extended his hand, and a steel saber from the floor flew into his grasp. He gripped both ends of the blade.
SNAP! The steel saber broke in two, and he held a piece in each hand.
With a slight flick of his wrists, the two halves of the blade shot out, whistling through the air propelled by terrifying spiritual power. The two men, who had almost reached the main doors, felt their expressions contort in horror. They tried to dodge, but the shards were as fast as lightning. The shards pierced through each man’s back, exiting through their chests. They continued flying out of the hall and finally embedded themselves deep into the compound wall several meters away.
"A Martial Arts... Grandmaster..." Clutching their fatal wounds, the two men exchanged a final look, their eyes filled with regret. Then, they collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
Lin Mu dusted off his hands and turned to the stunned Fang Ting. "Now," he asked calmly, "what will you use to kill me?"
From the moment the Jiangbei Four Fiends had attacked to the moment Lin Mu finished killing them all, only an instant had passed. It happened so fast that Fang Ting still hadn’t processed it.
Only when Lin Mu spoke did she finally react, stumbling back a few steps before collapsing onto the floor. She could only stare at him, her face a canvas of pure terror.
In her eyes, Lin Mu was a monster! A demon! Those were the Jiangbei Four Fiends, and he killed them all! Without the slightest hesitation! They didn’t even have a chance to fight back! How could anyone be this powerful?!
Fang Cheng looked from the bodies on the ground to Lin Mu, and then back again. Finally, as if a horrifying realization dawned on him, his eyes widened in terror.
"You... You’re Lin Wudi?!" The more Fang Cheng stared, the more certain he became. He blurted out, "Yes, you have to be! You’re Lin Wudi, the Martial Arts Grandmaster ranked sixteenth on the Heavenly List!"
He understood. At last, he understood everything. Why Lin Mu dared to kill the Young Sect Master of the Fire Cloud Sect. Why even the Jiangbei Four Fiends were no match for him. Why he had the audacity to declare he would annihilate the Fang Family. Why he showed no fear, even toward the Jiangling Fang Family Martial Alliance Military Department. It was because he was Lin Wudi. He was a Martial Arts Grandmaster. The man who had single-handedly killed Yun Xu!
At this realization, Fang Cheng’s expression went slack, and in an instant, he seemed to have aged a dozen years.
"I was wrong. I was so wrong." Fang Cheng began to laugh like a man who’d lost his mind, a bitter, broken sound. "A Grandmaster cannot be insulted... It was our Fang Family that was wrong."
Fang Ting was also stunned into silence. Lin Mu... is the mysterious Lin Wudi of River City! No wonder... As the truth sank in, her heart filled with utter despair.
Just then, a hoarse, strange voice called out from outside. "So you’re Lin Wudi. I’ve been looking for you for a very long time!"