Chapter 10

(This chapter was originally intended to be updated tomorrow, but after some thought, I decided to update it now, so Pipixiao can have some fun. And you know, a new book really needs votes.)

Under the moonlight, the maniacal laughter echoed like waves and like the cries of night owls.

"Laughing so loudly in the middle of the night, do you have any sense of public decency?" A voice suddenly rang out. "Don't you know you're disturbing people's sleep?"

The laughter abruptly stopped, and one by one, cold, fierce gazes swept over to the source of the voice, only to be met with stunned faces.

The person who spoke was calmly eating a bun, shoving it into his mouth in a few bites.

"Who are you?" Fei Sheng's face darkened. Under his intimidating presence, someone could still speak so calmly about public decency, and even eat a bun with such ease.

"I am Lin Wuming, an elite member of the White Cloud Gang." Lin Xiao responded calmly, taking a step toward Fei Sheng. If one looked closely, they would notice that each step Lin Xiao took seemed to be meticulously measured, not a single bit off. With each step, the flow of energy within his body accelerated, transforming from a trickle into a surging river.

A powerful force sprang from his feet, traveling up his calves and thighs, surging toward his waist.

"An elite member." Fei Sheng's expression turned from surprise to a dark frown, feeling insulted.

The members of the Black Earth Gang also looked at Lin Xiao with stunned faces, thinking that this person must be a fool. Just an elite member, and he dared to stand up, didn't he see that even the small leader, Wang Tiegeng, was scared into surrendering?

Was he tired of living?

"Fine, then I'll send you on your way sooner." Fei Sheng's face darkened, and he bared his teeth in a sinister smile. A mere lackey daring to provoke him like this was simply not taking him seriously. He took a step forward like a tiger descending from the mountain, his long saber raised, reflecting a dazzling cold light under the moon, and he slashed down with a fierce momentum.

The sound of the saber cutting through the air made everyone's faces change and their scalps tingle, as if it could cleave through anything. Feng Yuan's heart raced, and his eyes widened involuntarily.

Lin Xiao also took a step forward, like a galloping horse, the sound of his step deafening, as if it struck directly at the hearts of the onlookers, causing an inexplicable sense of oppression.

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, like a sword blade slicing through the air. His right hand gripped the hilt, his waist twisted, and a streak of sword light shone under the moon. The energy in his body surged from his waist to his shoulders and back, straight through the sword and out the tip.

Every muscle and tendon in his arm vibrated like a taut bowstring, unleashing the secrets of the Foundation Sword Technique to their utmost, bursting with astonishing power that pierced through the moonlight like a bolt of lightning, the sharp whistling of the sword slicing through the air, the most dazzling light under the moon.

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A piercing sound rang out. Fei Sheng stared at Lin Xiao with wide, bewildered eyes, his powerful strength rapidly draining away.

The iron sword pierced through Fei Sheng's throat, emerging from the back of his neck, completely through. The sword was held in Lin Xiao's hand.

He pulled the sword out, and blood gushed from between Fei Sheng's fingers as he clutched his throat, his body collapsing in a heap, filled with regret. Lin Xiao's iron sword fell to the ground, dripping with blood, the red liquid splashing on the ground, the dripping sound faint yet clear, making everyone shiver and their scalps tingle.

"Killing an opponent of a higher level, +20 points; one-strike kill, +40 points." A stiff, mechanical voice sounded, as if with a hint of approval, which sounded pleasant to Lin Xiao.

A warm current slowly spread, nourishing the sore muscles and tendons from the sudden burst of energy, quickly restoring the strength that had been rapidly depleted. The benefits of the Foundation Horse Stance became evident.

"Revenge for Head Fei." Wang Liushui suddenly shouted, "Kill!"

The Black Earth Gang members behind Wang Liushui instinctively charged forward, but Wang Liushui skillfully retreated.

"Follow me, kill." Zhou Tiedan raised his black iron staff and swung it at Lin Xiao, his face fierce.

Lin Xiao's eyes were sharp, locking onto Zhou Tiedan. He took a step forward, and his sword, like a bolt of lightning, struck first, piercing Zhou Tiedan's throat just as the black iron staff was about to land.

"Killing an opponent, +10 points; one-strike kill, +20 points."

"Kill!" Wang Tiegeng finally reacted, gripping his iron staff and roaring, swinging it fiercely at the Black Earth Gang members.

"Kill!" Zhou Xiwen screamed, his voice hoarse.

The White Cloud Gang members roared and howled, as if trying to release the deep-seated fear from their hearts, launching a fierce counterattack.

Shaking the blood off his sword, Lin Xiao locked onto Wang Liushui, who had retreated into the crowd, his momentum unstoppable, the Foundation Sword Technique applied to its fullest extent.

His thrusts were like lightning, powerful and fierce; his slashes were like thunder, shattering mountains and destroying everything in their path.

His points were like a dragonfly touching water, light and effortless; his cuts were like a bird flying through the forest, swift and agile.

With a sword in hand, no one could get within three feet of him.

Energy flowed through his body, his muscles and tendons pulsing with each movement of the sword. In the midst of the slaughter, Lin Xiao felt his energy becoming more refined, his explosive power growing stronger, and the power of each strike increasing, faster, more accurate, and more ruthless.

Each strike was stronger than the last!

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Like a tiger among sheep, he was invincible, and one by one, the figures fell to the ground.

Wang Liushui retreated from the crowd, bursting with speed, fleeing in the distance, his face filled with fear, his heart trembling with terror.

That figure, like a killing god under the moon, unstoppable, had killed Fei Sheng, who had reached the Minor Success stage of External Forging, with a single strike. How could he, who had only just entered the External Forging stage, be a match for him?

Run!

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound came from behind him, and a pain shot through his back. He couldn't help but look down and saw the tip of a sword protruding from his chest, blood slowly dripping from the tip.

"Killing an opponent, +10 points; one-strike kill, +20 points."

Lin Xiao swiftly pulled the sword out, flicking it to shake off the blood, and struck again, killing another.

A total of fifty-three Black Earth Gang members lay in pools of blood, their bodies gradually cooling, and the hearts of the White Cloud Gang members also turned cold as they stared in shock at the young man who was carefully wiping his iron sword with a piece of cloth torn from Wang Liushui's body, as if tending to a lover.

The moonlight was serene, the figure cold, the night breeze blowing, and the hair fluttering, like a sword immortal descended from the moon, etched into everyone's memory, never to be forgotten.

On the night of September 16, 669, under the bright moon, Lin Xiao killed three small leaders of the Black Earth Gang and dozens of members, like a killing god descending, instilling fear and terror in everyone's hearts.

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"My new sword, it cost one tael of silver." Lin Xiao's heart ached. After all, it was just an ordinary iron sword, and after repeated strikes, the blade was chipped, and the tip was dulled, rendering it almost useless.

But there was good news.

"I didn't expect the points from killing enemies to be ten times the points of defeating them, and there's even a bonus for one-strike kills. But what about the points for killing other members?" Lin Xiao questioned Stinky Dog Egg. Clearly, he had killed dozens of enemies, but only received points for three, which seemed to be a deduction. No matter how Lin Xiao questioned, Stinky Dog Egg remained silent, as if unwilling to answer.

"Could it be because the other Black Earth Gang members were not martial artists?" Lin Xiao guessed.

Fei Sheng had reached the Minor Success stage of External Forging, while Zhou Tiedan and Wang Liushui had just entered the External Forging stage. Killing them all earned points, but killing other members did not, leading Lin Xiao to this conclusion.

"It seems that in the future, if I want to earn more points, I need to kill enemies, preferably with one-strike kills, and ideally, enemies of a higher level." Lin Xiao's eyes suddenly lit up, making the hearts of those secretly watching, like Wang Tiegeng, involuntarily tremble. The image of the killing god had deeply rooted itself in their hearts, and they dared not meet Lin Xiao's gaze.