Observing Wanfa from the martial arts school servants

Chapter 23 Night Kill

At midnight, the night was deep and the dew was heavy.

Scarface emerged from the tavern, hiccuping from drinking, and staggered to the side of the dirt road. Facing the bushes, he unbuckled his belt.

Under the moonlight, his shadow stretched long, almost obscuring where Lin Mu was hiding.

Lin Mu held his breath and slowly circulated his body-strengthening technique, pressing every drop of his blood and qi into the soles of his feet.

The Yongquan acupoint felt like it contained two balls of fire, scalding the soles of the feet until they swelled, the arches of the feet arched, and the whole person looked like an arrow ready to be shot.

Scarface leaned forward slightly, making rustling sounds.

Lin Mu gripped the woodcutter's knife tightly in his right hand, the back of the blade against his sleeve, the edge facing outwards, his starting stance hidden in the shadows of the grass.

Scarface shuddered.

It was at this moment.

Lin Mu pushed off the ground with his left foot, causing the earth beneath him to crack.

With a burst of power, he launched himself out of the bushes, his machete slicing upwards at an angle, the blade aimed straight for Scarface's neck—a swift and ruthless attack, delivered with a sharp, cunning angle.

Scarface was a beat slower to react because he had been drinking.

But the instincts of a Ming Jin martial artist remain.

He jerked his body to the side, narrowly avoiding the blade at the neck.

But his left arm didn't have time to retract; the blade sliced ​​across his upper arm, tearing open the flesh, and blood splattered in the moonlight like a string of dark red beads.

Scarface groaned, clutching his left arm and taking two steps back, blood gushing from between his fingers.

Lin Mu gave him no chance to catch his breath, unleashing his Wind Steps, and his woodcutter's knife slashed from the shadows.

Scarface became alert, his right hand reached for the hilt of his knife, he drew it, and parried.

The two swords clashed, sparks flying.

The force of Ming Jin came from the blade, and Lin Mu's tiger's mouth trembled. The woodcutter's knife flew out of his hand, tumbled a few times in the air, and landed in the grass.

Scarface wasn't faring any better—the injury to his left arm made him lose his balance, causing his body to sway to the left. The knife in his hand followed suit, flying out of his grasp and landing on the dirt road, its handle vibrating and humming.

Scarface, panting heavily, used the moonlight to see the eagle-eyed mask on Lin Mu's face, and his pupils suddenly contracted:

"Eagle Head? The eagle head that killed Tiger Head?"

He looked Lin Mu up and down.

"You don't have Ming Jin (a type of internal energy)?"

His response was Lin Mu's Wind Step.

Scarface gritted his teeth and stood up straight, his right fist tucked into his waist, his muscles and bones cracking and popping.

"Let me show you what a true master of Ming Jin looks like."

He pushed off the ground with his left foot and threw a punch—the Mountain-Splitting Fist, fierce and unparalleled, the fist wind tearing through the air like a giant rock rolling down from the mountaintop.

Lin Mu did not back down.

He activated the Body Tempering Technique at full power, channeling his Qi and blood from his entire body to his right fist, and threw a punch in response.

The fists collided with a muffled "thud," as if the air had been squeezed out of place.

Both of them took a step back at the same time.

Evenly matched.

The senior brother's judgment was correct—his current strength was enough to fight against a martial artist who had just entered the Ming Jin realm.

Scarface's expression changed.

He hadn't expected that a kid who wasn't even at the Ming Jin level could withstand his full-force punch head-on.

Lin Mu didn't give him time to think and pounced on him again.

The two exchanged blows on the dirt road, the muffled thuds of fists and feet colliding echoing back and forth.

Scarface's Mountain-Splitting Fist was fierce and domineering, each punch accompanied by a crisp sound of bones cracking. It struck Lin Mu's arms and shoulders, making his bones ache.

But Lin Mu's punches were not light either.

The penetrating force of the Long Wind Fist struck Scarface's body. Although there was no crisp sound of bones cracking together, it was heavy, like an iron hammer hitting a piece of chewing gum, gradually wearing down the opponent's stamina.

The wound on Scarface's left arm was bleeding continuously, and the blood dripped down his fingers onto the dirt road, leaving dark red dots.

His punches became slower and slower, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and his steps began to falter.

Lin Mu's punches grew heavier and his footwork became more agile.

He was like a patient wolf, circling his prey, not in a hurry to pounce, but just relentlessly tearing and wearing it down.

After a dozen or so rounds, Scarface missed his punch and leaned forward.

Lin Mu had been waiting for this moment.

Lin Mu pushed off the ground with his left foot, unleashing his sudden wind step, and his entire body crashed into the scarred man like a cannonball.

Lift your right leg, thrust your hip forward, and launch your lower leg – Whip Kick: Wild Dance.

Blood and qi flowed from the whole body into the right leg, the instep straightened, and the trouser leg burst with a loud bang.

The first kick struck Scarface's left rib, breaking the rib and causing him to bend over.

The second leg followed immediately, striking his right knee, which bent backward and broke his leg. He swayed to the side.

The third leg struck his left shoulder, shattering his shoulder blade, and his entire arm dangled.

The fourth leg slashed across his waist and abdomen, sending him flying off the ground with both feet off the ground.

Lin Mu caught up and kicked him in the chest with his fifth leg, causing his sternum to cave in and blood to spurt from his mouth.

The sixth leg slammed into his back, his spine cracking, and he lay on the ground like a puppet with broken strings.

Lin Mu leaped up, his right leg drawing an arc in the air, and the instep of his foot slammed hard into the scarred man's cheek.

"Snap!" Scarface's head suddenly tilted to the side, his neck twisted into an abnormal arc, and his whole body flew out like a rag that had been thrown out. He bounced a few times on the ground and then stopped moving.

Blood flowed from his ears and nose, seeping into the soil, turning it a dark red in the moonlight.

Lin Mu pulled his legs back, stood in the moonlight, and panted heavily.

The battle ended in a matter of breaths.

The henchmen then heard the commotion and rushed over.

I saw that Scarface's head was tilted to one side, and blood was flowing out of his ears and nose.

Lin Mu stood beside the corpse, his eagle-eyed mask gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

His face turned pale instantly, and he turned and ran. His shoes slipped twice on the sand, and he almost fell. He staggered away.

Lin Mu did not give chase.

He pulled out two taels of silver and a waist token from Scarface's pocket.

The waist plaque is cast in bronze, about the size of a palm, and has no decoration. The two characters "Xuanmen" are engraved in the center, with thick and heavy strokes. The back is plain and simple, giving it an ancient and natural feel.

Lin Mu took off his blood-stained outer shirt by the river, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into a crevice in the rocks. Bare-chested, he silently darted back to the martial arts school using his Wind Step technique.

The outer courtyard was deserted, and moonlight bathed the blue bricks.

He walked to his usual spot, his feet slightly apart, his body lowered, and the stakes were lower than usual.

As the body-strengthening technique is activated, qi and blood flow into the soles of the feet, causing them to swell.

Bend your knees a little more, lower your waist and hips a little more, and sweat drips onto the bricks, leaving wet stains.

Not long after, the window in the inner courtyard was opened again, and someone was yawning while gazing at the moon...

The next morning.

When all the apprentices arrived, Lin Mu had already finished practicing and was standing at the end of the line.

The instructor glanced around, then clapped his hands: "Today, we'll have pair battles, matched against opponents of the same cultivation level."

"Liu Ming is taking leave; his eldest cousin's youngest daughter is getting married today."

"Lin Mu, go and spar with Zhou Yu."

Zhou Yu frowned in surprise, his lips twitching, but he held back out of respect for the instructor's past authority.

Chen Yuan, however, couldn't wait and rushed out: "Instructor, you're still a step behind."

The coach glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Chen Yuan added, "Zhou Yu has already reached the Ming Jin level, his muscles and bones are resonating. What if he accidentally cripples Lin Mu?"

The coach then slowly said, "Fighting, fighting, you'll only know after you've fought."

Chen Yuan opened his mouth, but was stopped by a look from the instructor and retreated.

Cui Mingyue and Ye Lang stood side by side, their eyes fixed on Lin Mu and Zhou Yu.

Cui Mingyue frowned: "Is Lin Muming acting strangely?"

Ye Lang shook his head: "Probably not."

"Why did the coach make this arrangement? He seems to have high hopes for Lin Mu."

"have no idea."

Cui Mingyue paused, then lowered her voice: "Could it be that they think Zhou Yu's breakthrough to Ming Jin after consuming the Qi and Blood Pill... is too weak?"

Ye Lang glanced at her but didn't reply.

Cui Mingyue murmured again, "Even if it's weak, it's still Ming Jin (a type of martial arts skill). How could it be weaker than a mere handyman?"

"You'll find out soon enough."