Chapter 465: Kill You With Just One Finger!
One move!
Had that young man really killed Chang Wei’s eldest disciple with a single strike? What exactly was going on?
Looking at Shi Potian’s figure, everyone’s eyes filled with shock and disbelief. It was simply too hard to accept, like something out of a dream.
This was especially true for Zheng Mingye and his men. As they stared at the eldest disciple of Chang Wei embedded in the wall, their hearts were in utter turmoil. Was this the same expert from the Eight Extremes Gate who had killed several of Jiangling’s big shots? He had killed Master Zhu with one move, but now he himself had been killed in a single move...
Chang Wei’s eldest disciple was embedded in the wall, his head lolling, all signs of life gone. No one could believe this was the same disciple from the Eight Extremes Gate who had been so arrogant just moments before.
"Good kid!"
Just then, a roar filled with killing intent erupted from the private room upstairs.
BOOM!
A figure shot out from the second floor, like a soaring hawk. Stepping on the handrail, he launched himself toward Shi Potian like an arrow.
"You dare kill my disciple? You’ll pay with your life!"
A palpable killing intent exploded forth.
Shi Potian’s expression changed slightly, but he didn’t panic. Instead, he took a deep breath, and rather than retreating, he advanced. Clenching his fists, he punched out fiercely.
"Don’t!" Zheng Mingye exclaimed in shock, but it was too late to stop him.
BANG!
With a dull thud, Shi Potian’s body was sent flying backward as if struck by a heavy hammer.
"Hmph!"
Shi Potian’s feet scraped against the ground as he retreated several meters before he violently spat out a mouthful of blood.
A hand gently pressed against Shi Potian’s back. Spiritual Energy circulated and instantly neutralized the rampant True Qi rampaging within his body. It was Lin Mu who had intervened just in time.
"I’m alright now, Elder Brother Mu." Shi Potian wiped the corner of his mouth, his expression grave as he looked at an old man on the stage. "This man is very strong."
Lin Mu smiled. "He’s alright. If you work a little harder, you’ll leave him in the dust in a few years."
"Yes!" Shi Potian nodded emphatically, not doubting Lin Mu’s words in the slightest.
"Did you destroy the Fang Family?"
The old man was tall with dark skin, his hands covered in thick calluses. As he stood on the stage, a terrifying power radiated from his body.
Chang Wei! The junior martial brother of the current Sect Leader of the Eight Extremes Gate! He began practicing the Eight Extremes Fist at thirteen and had deeply grasped its essence. His strength was unfathomable.
"So young, yet you obliterated an entire family. For someone so ruthless, I cannot let you live!" Killing intent flickered in Chang Wei’s eyes.
Chang Wei had grown up in poverty, sometimes not even having enough to eat. At the age of ten, his entire family had died, leaving him all alone. Fortunately, the patriarch of the Fang Family, Fang Chang’an, had saved his life and even arranged for Chang Wei to enter the Eight Extremes Gate to study under its elders.
Decades had passed in the blink of an eye, but Chang Wei never forgot the debt he owed Elder Fang Chang’an for saving his life. Whenever the Fang Family was in trouble, Chang Wei would rush to their aid without hesitation, no matter the distance. To him, the kindness of a single meal was a debt as vast as the heavens.
Therefore, Lin Mu had to die.
"You think you can kill me?" Lin Mu shook his head. "You’re not qualified."
The crowd was stunned. Not qualified? How could Lin Mu’s tone be so arrogant?
"Kid, you’re too arrogant!" Chang Wei’s robes fluttered as his Internal Energy roared, causing those nearby to feel a stinging pain on their cheeks.
"Kid?" Lin Mu’s expression was odd. Technically, he was tens of thousands of years old, yet someone was calling him a kid?
"Calling you a kid is already giving you too much credit. Otherwise, who do you think you are? What gives you the right to speak to me?" Chang Wei’s aura surged as he shouted coldly, "If you know what’s good for you, get over here and accept your death!"
In his view, Lin Mu had killed the Fang Family. It didn’t matter how he did it; the only result could be death. Besides, Lin Mu was clearly just putting on a show, relying on the young man who killed his disciple. Otherwise, who was he? He couldn’t have annihilated the Fang Family by himself; he must have borrowed some external power. This world wasn’t like a martial arts novel, filled with so many young masters.
"Oh?" Lin Mu raised an eyebrow and said indifferently, "You’re telling me to come over and accept my death?"
"That’s right! You’ve killed countless people and your crimes are monstrous. If you won’t come forward to accept your death, are you expecting this old man to act personally?!" Chang Wei’s aura grew chillingly cold, his Internal Energy on the verge of erupting. He clearly did not take Lin Mu seriously.
"Mr. Lin..." Zheng Mingye’s face was pale, his eyes filled with fear. This was Chang Wei, whose Eight Extremes Fist was said to have reached a profound level—a realm only a Martial Arts Grandmaster could attain.
But Lin Mu merely curled his lips into a cold smirk. He walked onto the stage and, under everyone’s shocked gaze, beckoned to Chang Wei with his finger.
It was a blatant provocation.
Everyone, including Chang Wei himself, was stunned for a moment.
"You’re truly courting death!" Chang Wei’s tone was lethal, utterly devoid of warmth. He had entered the Eight Extremes Gate to practice fist techniques at the age of thirteen. His outstanding talent earned him the personal guidance of a sect elder, which led to his current achievements. Yet now, some wet-behind-the-ears kid was provoking him in front of so many people. Did this boy have no respect?
So, Chang Wei didn’t mind teaching him a lesson. A deadly one.
"To kill you, I need only one punch!"
Chang Wei’s voice was like an icy wind. His aura suddenly retracted, and his entire presence became plain and unadorned.
BOOM!
The moment he finished speaking, Chang Wei’s body blurred. He instantly appeared before Lin Mu, his shoulder ramming forward.
Eight Extremes Fist, Iron Mountain Lean!
This charge carried the force of a thousand jun. Forget a person, even a tiger would be killed instantly by this blow. Clearly, Chang Wei intended to kill Lin Mu in a single move.
As Chang Wei’s shoulder was about to connect with Lin Mu’s chest, everyone held their breath, their eyes wide as they stared at the stage.
"Too slow."
With a light chuckle, Lin Mu extended a hand and gently slapped Chang Wei’s shoulder.
CRACK!
With the crisp sound of breaking bone, Chang Wei’s shoulder went limp.
"How is this possible?!" Chang Wei cried out in shock. But as a seasoned martial artist, his combat instincts and experience were incredibly rich. His first strike having failed, Chang Wei instantly switched tactics.
"Eight Extremes Fist, Heart-Striking Elbow!"
He spun, his other elbow flashing toward Lin Mu’s head like lightning.
Lin Mu smiled faintly, his body sliding forward in an uncanny movement that perfectly evaded the strike.
"Now!"
Chang Wei’s eyes lit up. He let out a low roar, took two quick steps forward, and leaped into the air, driving both knees toward Lin Mu’s chest.
A tenet of the Eight Extremes style is to strike and block with turning elbows, then trap and pursue with advancing steps! Chang Wei was now doing just that—advancing to deliver a killing blow.
"You’re overdoing it." Lin Mu shook his head with a smile. "To kill you, I only need one finger."
With that, he extended a single finger and gently tapped forward.
Chang Wei, still in mid-air, sneered at his words. The killing intent in his eyes surged, and his descent quickened.
"Boy, you—"
However, just as Chang Wei uttered the word "you," he suddenly felt a chill between his brows, as if something had pierced through. A searing pain assaulted him. Chang Wei was horrified, but it was already too late.
THUD!
Chang Wei’s body crashed heavily onto the stage, the impact so great that it cracked the platform. One could only imagine the power behind his attack.
But it was all for naught.
Because there, between Chang Wei’s brows, was a finger-sized blood hole that pierced straight through to the back of his skull.