Chapter 92

Lin Beichen's inner self was filled with a sense of speechlessness, as if he had been B'd by a husky.

What kind of neural circuitry does this bald giant have in his head?

Is his bald head filled with nothing but water?

How could he come to such a conclusion?

Or is it that he and the leader of the Jifeng Brotherhood look so much alike?

Seeing the gang members charging over with a fierce momentum, it was no longer possible for him to remain a mere spectator.

"Ah, why must you force me?"

As Lin Beichen spoke, his palm rested on the hilt of the Azurebird Sword.

He took a step forward.

In the air, the faint sound of a bird taking flight could be heard.

This was the unique 'sound effect' of the one-star peak movement technique, "Feather in the Clouds."

Lin Beichen's figure, like a bird piercing through the clouds, swiftly inserted itself into the crowd of gang members.

At the same time, he drew his sword.

Whoosh!

The azure light of the Azurebird Sword flashed in the alley, like streaks of azure lightning, illuminating the faces of the shocked gang members, so fast that the naked eye could hardly catch it.

The Moonshot Sword Technique.

A person like a dragon, a body like snow.

The sword as a long bow, the light like the moon.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Fresh blood splattered in the dim alley.

"Ah..."

"My hand..."

A chorus of screams rose amidst the clatter of falling weapons.

The tip of the Azurebird Sword accurately struck the wrists of the gang members, depriving them of their ability to hold their weapons, causing them to retreat.

Lin Beichen's figure moved extremely fast, passing through the crowd, the tip of the sword pointing directly at the bald giant.

The tip of the Azurebird Sword, like a point of moonlight, pierced toward his forehead.

A hint of ferocity flashed in the bald giant's eyes.

"Mountain Impact!"

The heavy sword, weighing a hundred pounds, unleashed a formidable force.

How could the bald giant, who had mistaken Lin Beichen for the leader of the Jifeng Brotherhood, not have any precautions? He had been secretly building up his strength all along, and now the heavy sword burst forth, the terrifying sword wind stirring the surrounding air, forming a small tornado.

The aura locked Lin Beichen firmly in place.

He did not attempt to block or dodge Lin Beichen's thrust but instead aimed a direct slash at Lin Beichen's forehead, adopting a strategy of mutual destruction.

This was the gang's fighting style.

Bloody.

Brutal.

Aggressive.

Completely different from the academy style.

Lin Beichen had miscalculated.

So he withdrew his sword to block.

"Ha ha ha, die!"

The bald giant laughed maniacally.

His heavy sword, weighing a hundred pounds, combined with the momentum of his swing and the power of his combat technique, delivered a strike with the force of seven or eight hundred pounds, enough to instantly split his young opponent and his sword in two.

This was his favorite move.

With this move, he had killed countless opponents.

In the next moment—

Clang!

The deafening sound of the two swords colliding echoed.

Sparks flew.

In the dim alley, the sparks illuminated the faces of the various expressions.

Squeak! Squeak!

The sound of the sword blades rubbing against each other.

The bald giant's face changed.

Because the counterforce transmitted from the heavy sword was endless, indicating that the physical strength of the young man before him far exceeded his imagination.

Moreover, Lin Beichen's Azurebird Sword did not completely block the heavy sword but, while rushing forward with a peculiar posture of holding the sword behind his back, the blade was angled at forty-five degrees downward. In the sound of the sword blades rubbing against each other, he deflected seventy percent of the heavy sword's impact.

In the next moment, Lin Beichen used the pressure from the heavy sword to forcefully rebound.

As their figures crossed, the Azurebird Sword swung in a reverse strike.

The sword light flashed, a cold glow appeared and disappeared.

"Ah..."

The bald giant staggered to the ground, a deep sword wound on his thigh, almost severing his left leg.

This completely deprived him of his fighting ability.

Lin Beichen, without stopping, continued to step out with the "Feather in the Clouds" technique, combined with the "Moonshot Sword Technique," continuously stabbing. His opponents were almost no match for him, and in an instant, he had severed the wrists of the other gang members.

A chorus of screams accompanied the sound of falling weapons, and the gang members lost their fighting ability.

Clang!

Lin Beichen sheathed his sword.

Ah.

What a damn cool move.

He couldn't help but give himself a thumbs up.

Under the moonlit night in the dark alley, a single person with a single sword, acting righteously, like a sword-wielding immortal.

Tsk tsk tsk.

What a graceful and elegant sword prince in this turbid world.

Although the "Moonshot Sword Technique" and "Feather in the Clouds" techniques had been running for a short time, they had already reached the 'initial mastery' level. Performing these star-level techniques made Lin Beichen feel like a sword hero of the world, immersed in a transcendent experience.

It was intoxicating.

Lin Beichen slowly turned around, preparing to accept the gratitude of Fang Xiaobai and the others, and then casually say, "It's a small matter, not worth mentioning," to show off a bit. However, when he turned around, he found that the three of them were already gone from the alley.

Grass?

They actually ran away?

While he was fighting for his life, these three guys actually ran away?

Lin Beichen was immediately filled with anger.

How ungrateful.

He inwardly criticized himself, looking at the bald giant and asking, "What gang are you from?"

The bald giant gritted his teeth and endured the pain, saying, "We are from the Thousand Mile Merchant Guild, which has a grudge against the Jifeng Brotherhood. That's why we set up a trap to deal with the third leader of the Jifeng Brotherhood... Young brother, you are not from the Jifeng Brotherhood, this is a misunderstanding. Why don't we just call it even, what do you think?"

Seeing that Fang Xiaobai and the others had fled without helping Lin Beichen, he realized his mistake, mistaking a passerby for the leader of the Jifeng Brotherhood, causing a major blunder. Moreover, this passerby was incredibly strong, making him regret his decision.

The Thousand Mile Merchant Guild?

This is the top merchant guild in Yunmeng City.

It is said to monopolize seventy percent of the city's tea, iron ore, and cotton trade, with immense wealth.

"Get lost."

Lin Beichen said.

The bald giant and his men, feeling as if they had been granted a reprieve, did not dare to say another word and turned to run, leaving the alley.

"These people are just small fry from the Thousand Mile Merchant Guild. The bald giant's strength is not even at the Martial Artist level, which is why he was defeated by me. It seems this person has no status in the guild. The Thousand Mile Merchant Guild sent such a minor figure to deal with the third leader of the Jifeng Brotherhood, Fang Xiaobai, and almost succeeded. It looks like the power disparity between the two forces is significant."

Lin Beichen walked out of the alley, musing to himself.

Suddenly, his expression changed.

"Damn!"

It was clearly a good opportunity for extortion and robbery, and he should have made the bald giants hand over their gold coins and valuables.

But he let them go.

Sigh.

A miscalculation.

A miscalculation.

It seems that because I've made some money from selling badges recently, I've become a bit arrogant. In the past, I would never have let them off so easily. The virtue of frugality and thrift must not be abandoned.

Lin Beichen continuously reflected on his actions in his mind.

Who knew that after walking about three hundred meters out of the alley, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side, fell to his knees, and kowtowed, saying, "Thank you, great hero, for your assistance. I, Yue Hongxue, am deeply grateful."

It was the waiter.

"Huh, weren't you running away?"

Lin Beichen asked in surprise, helping the waiter up.

"Huh? How could it be you? You are the one from this evening..." The waiter finally recognized Lin Beichen.

He said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, to save Sister Xiaobai and not knowing your identity, I took her away immediately. I didn't mean to repay kindness with ingratitude and abandon you... After I settled Sister Xiaobai, I immediately came back..."

"What did you come back for?"

Lin Beichen asked.

The waiter, Yue Hongxue, replied without hesitation, "Of course, to help. If you were not their match, I would have risked my life to save you."

Lin Beichen looked at the boy's expression and knew he was not lying.

Otherwise, there would have been no need to come back.

"You are called Yue Hongxue, so Yue Hongxiang is your...?" Lin Beichen recalled the information the waiter had revealed at the Yuelai Inn and made some connections.

"He doesn't know any Yue Hongxiang."

A slightly stubborn and cold female voice came from the shadows of the street, saying, "Although the names are similar, the two have no relation."

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