Chapter 8

Four people surrounded him, but Lin Mu did not attack directly as he had done earlier. Instead, he retreated as the others advanced, until his back was against a large tree.

"Haha, it's too late to be scared now! You dare to hit our brothers, you little punk, you must be tired of living!"

"Lin Mu! You dared to sneak attack me during the day, don't cry and call me big brother later!"

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The four hooligans laughed loudly at Lin Mu's retreat, mocking him in various ways. However, Wang Peng, who was behind them, had a serious look on his face.

Charging in recklessly without any strategy was the act of a foolish brute. Once surrounded, unless there was a significant difference in strength, a few strikes would be enough to render the opponent unable to fight back.

Lin Mu, however, appeared to be showing weakness but had his back against the tree, preventing attacks from behind. This meant he only needed to focus on the front, giving him a significant advantage.

Despite his caution, Wang Peng still did not think Lin Mu could turn the tide. He had investigated Lin Mu and knew that he was usually a homebody. Even if he had some fighting awareness, what good would it do?

"Attack!"

The green-haired hooligan shouted and swung his stick directly at Lin Mu. The other hooligan, however, was held back due to the limited space and could not join in the attack.

In Lin Mu's eyes, the movements of the three hooligans were broken down step by step. Although he had not fully mastered them, it was enough!

He suddenly kicked the tree behind him with his right leg, using the momentum to launch himself forward. Before the wooden stick could strike, he bent his body and collided with the middle hooligan, who had yellow hair.

The right fist, which had been lowered to his waist, rose with the momentum and struck the yellow-haired hooligan's stomach directly!

The yellow-haired hooligan felt intense pain in his stomach and fell to the ground involuntarily. His stomach was hit by the force of the punch, causing him to gag, but any movement of his muscles only increased the pain, making him groan in agony.

With one successful hit, Lin Mu spun his waist and swept his right leg, knocking down the hooligan on the left who was still swinging his stick. The wooden stick fell to the side.

The green-haired hooligan on the right had already reacted and stopped his swing, aiming to hit Lin Mu's back.

However, Lin Mu, who had practiced Wing Chun in the afternoon, had already mastered several techniques. These techniques were not useful against skilled opponents, but they were more than enough to deal with a few hooligans who only dared to pick on the weak.

After sweeping the hooligan to the ground, Lin Mu naturally rolled to the ground, avoiding the wooden stick from behind while picking up a stick.

He stood up and, without mercy, struck the left face of the hooligan he had just knocked down. A惨叫 echoed, and a mouthful of blood mixed with three teeth was spat out!

The fierce attack made the remaining green-haired and green-haired hooligans feel a chill of fear, but they quickly became angry and embarrassed!

Indeed, in their view, Lin Mu had only taken them by surprise and used brutal force to knock down two of them. They, the "experts" who felt uncomfortable if they didn't cause trouble every day, couldn't possibly be afraid of a weak high school student!

The green-haired hooligan put aside his contempt and ran over, aiming a powerful diagonal strike at the right moment!

Although Lin Mu could see the move clearly, his burst of energy had rapidly depleted his stamina, leaving him slightly out of breath. Seeing that he couldn't dodge, he didn't try to. Instead, he swung his right hand, intersecting with the other's stick!

However, at the moment of impact, Lin Mu released his right hand, allowing the other to knock his stick away, leaving him vulnerable.

He then bent his waist and curved his elbow, delivering an uppercut to the green-haired hooligan's chin, causing two more teeth to fall out!

The green-haired hooligan was already terrified, his anger from earlier gone, and the pain from his earlier injuries now throbbing.

Lin Mu took advantage of the situation and charged forward, causing the green-haired hooligan to fall backward, half truly injured and half feigning to lie on the ground and moan.

However, Lin Mu felt no joy. Wang Peng rushed over, bringing a breeze with him. Lin Mu crossed his arms, blocking a heavy kick from Wang Peng.

Wang Peng no longer paid attention to his fallen subordinates and began to attack Lin Mu with punches and kicks.

Although he was round and fat, his muscles were solid, and he had both strength and agility.

Lin Mu, who had always thought the boxers in the ring were too slow, realized that in a real fight, his field of vision was severely limited. He could only see the upper body of his opponent, and without experience, he had no idea when the opponent would kick!

After being kicked several times in the legs, Lin Mu broke out in a cold sweat. His Wing Chun skills were only at the lowest D level, with C, B, A, and S levels above it. His physical condition was not up to par, and he had the experience to dodge and counter but lacked the strength and speed to do so!

"After this, I must really work on my physical fitness!"

Lin Mu thought, and in a split second, he endured two kicks from Wang Peng's feet, closing the distance and pressing his right hand against the back of Wang Peng's neck!

"Another knee strike?"

Wang Peng sneered inwardly, pressing his left hand against Lin Mu's right knee to defend against the attack.

But to his surprise, Lin Mu did use a knee strike, but it was not very powerful. The real threat came from above!

Seeing that the other's head was turned, Lin Mu gritted his teeth and leaned forward, grabbing a small part of the other's left ear with his right hand!

His fingers felt wet and sticky with the other's blood. Hearing the other's cry of pain, Lin Mu did not let go but tightened his grip even more!

The strength in his hand was immense. What ordinary people called "using all their strength" was just the full extent of their controllable power. Lin Mu, however, held back nothing, and his own finger bones ached from the pressure, let alone the other's fragile ear!

A crisp cracking sound was heard, and Lin Mu spat out a small piece of ear, picked up a wooden stick from the ground, and jabbed it into Wang Peng's stomach, causing his eyes to roll back!

Only then did Lin Mu dare to breathe a sigh of relief. His muscles, which had been tense, relaxed, and sweat immediately soaked his T-shirt.

Just now, Lin Mu was no match for Wang Peng.

To win, being ruthless was one aspect, but the other was being unscrupulous!

In a fight, pulling someone's ear was something only children did, and it would make one look foolish and lose face.

But so what? Compared to lying on the ground and being kicked, Lin Mu preferred the current situation!

Unscrupulous? Shameless?

Yes!

I like being shameless!

He picked up a dagger from the ground, which had fallen out of Wang Peng's pocket when he fell. It seemed it was meant to be used as a last resort to intimidate Lin Mu, not directly.

This was normal. Such a hooligan might talk tough, but if he actually used a knife to hurt Lin Mu, he would face significant trouble from Lin Mu's parents, the school, or the police.

The green-haired hooligan, who had been lying on the ground to conserve his strength, saw Lin Mu's ruthlessness and felt his pants wet. He dared not make a sound.

Lifting Wang Peng by the collar, Lin Mu sneered.

"Brother Peng? I have a question. How do you write the character 'Wang' upside down? I'm not well-educated, so don't lie to me!"

PS: To thank Yizhan Qianji for his continuous support, I'm updating three chapters today. To show my sincerity, I'll wash myself before updating the next chapter...

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