The night was unusually hot, and the torches burned fiercely, illuminating everything in the courtyard. The dust from the collapsed corridor was still rising, and a figure struggled to climb out from the rubble. His hair and beard were in a mess, and the blood on his head was mixed with the dust. He looked at the surroundings and couldn't stand steadily, so he fell back onto the rubble. This was Tian Weishan, the tycoon of Vaud Province who had lost half his life from the collision. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the figure who seemed to have lost his soul walking forward.
The 'Mad Tiger' Wang Nantuo climbed up from the back.
He was already one of the top experts in the pugilistic world thirty years ago. Over the years, he was also an expert who could suppress everyone in the Great Radiant Sect. Even when facing Lin Zongwu, he had never been in such a sorry state.
"Hey, come back."
He looked at the other party's back and said.
"Evil man..."
Lin Chong walked toward Tan Lu, his eyes bloodshot. Amidst the flickering flames, Wang Nantuo walked over and grabbed his shoulder, not letting him move.
"I hate your entire family!"
A deep voice rang out. The 'Mad Tiger' was truly infuriated from the earlier mistake. His tiger claws were like steel pincers as he held onto Lin Chong. Lin Chong struggled, and the distance between the two of them abruptly pulled apart. In the blink of an eye, their bodies swayed a few times, and the wind from their fists clashed against each other, producing a deep thunderous sound. Wang Nantuo's claw force changed a few times in the blink of an eye. He felt that the muscles in Lin Chong's shoulders and arms were like those of an elephant or a huge python, wanting to push him away. He had been immersed in tiger claws for many years, and with a single claw, even a rock would be torn in half. However, at this moment, he was actually unable to grab hold of Lin Chong.
In the blink of an eye, one clawing and the other struggling, Wang Nantuo tore Lin Chong's sleeves and headbutted him. With a bang, Wang Nantuo headbutted again, but Lin Chong dodged and lowered his body to ram his shoulder over. Wang Nantuo let out a cry and smashed his elbow fiercely. A force that could topple mountains and overturn seas collided. Wang Nantuo took two steps back, and Lin Chong also staggered from the impact. Before the spectators could catch their breaths, Wang Nantuo let out a loud roar and pounced forward with his tiger claw. This tiger claw pounced onto Wang Nantuo's chest, and Lin Chong's punch also came from the side.
Their frenzied attacks — powerful punches, claws, elbows, knees, and consecutive kicks — whistled through the air like a flurry of whips, before forcefully coming to a stop against each other's attacks. The explosive sounds made one's teeth ache, and in the blink of an eye, the bodies of the two people in the courtyard were already covered in blood. A few of Tian Weishan's disciples, who were in the midst of the battle, were unable to dodge in time or wanted to lend Wang Nantuo a hand, but before they could even get a clear look, they were sent flying far away like rolling gourds. After coming to a stop with loud bangs, they spat out mouthfuls of blood and could no longer get up.
They had been following beside Tian Weishan and usually felt that a grandmaster like Wang Nantuo was as powerful as a god. However, at this moment, they were astonished. They had no idea who this disheveled man was and what he had encountered to come knocking on their door. With his skills, could it be that there were still things that wouldn't go smoothly for him?
Tan Lu, who was at the side of the courtyard, felt his heart palpitating fiercely. He started to retreat while Wang Nantuo was persistently blocking the other party. Not far away, Lin Zongwu stood amidst the flames and naturally knew of Tan Lu's actions. However, he only threw a slight glance and didn't say a word. There were also guardians from the Great Radiant Cult who were watching with trepidation. They analyzed this man's martial arts in a low voice, but they still couldn't see anything.
Lin Zongwu put his hands behind his back and said, "Over the years, the Central Plains has been in turmoil, and everyone has their own encounters. It's not strange for them to enter the martial arts from the dao. "This man is dejected, and each of his movements exudes a deathly aura. Yet, he has already entered the dao... It's really strange that you guys have never seen such an expert before."
Tian Weishan walked over from the side in a disheveled manner. He merely shook his head. "He's not a local."
Their figures clashed once again. Wang Nantuo grabbed onto Lin Chong and wanted to fling him out as he took a step. Lin Chong's figure swayed and didn't have any technique to begin with. At this moment, he pulled Wang Nantuo and spun around, kicking toward the sky at Wang Nantuo's head. Lin Chong's body also rolled out, crashing into a weapon rack at the corner of the courtyard. Wang Nantuo staggered and crashed into a pillar at the back, his forehead covered in blood. Seeing that the man had already stood up with the support of the weapon rack, he let out an explosive bellow and exerted force with his legs. With a few steps, he crossed a distance of several zhang. His figure was like a chariot, closing the distance between them and punching out.
The other party held a spear in a slanted manner and his gaze was still searching for Tan Lu who had left the courtyard. When he turned back, his gaze was hollow, anxious, and miserable, and the long spear swung out weakly.
"The way he holds the spear isn't right..." Lin Zongwu was speaking in a low voice when his voice suddenly paused. His eyes opened wide.
"Be careful!" Lin Zongwu bellowed. Under the pressure of his inner force, it pushed out in all directions like huge waves. In this instant, Wang Nantuo also sensed that something was wrong. The long spear in front of him was like a huge spinning dragon. However, at the next moment, that feeling was like an illusion. The other party was only swinging the spear in a crooked manner, not even stabbing out accurately. Wang Nantuo didn't stop running. His right fist smashed against the spear while his left fist was about to punch out toward the other party's center, bursting with killing intent.
Amidst such an impact, his arm and fist were as tough as steel. If the other party was holding an ordinary long spear, it would be broken into two with just a single smash from him. However, the feeling in his right fist wasn't right. At the instant he realized this, his body had already dodged to the side. Fresh blood splattered everywhere, and his right fist had shattered, with blood spreading out toward his ribs. He didn't hit the spear, and the tip of the spear pierced through his fist.
Stepping on the ground, the limestone in front of him exploded. Wang Nantuo stopped his body and tried to retreat.
The spear was the king of all weapons, and it was also the most difficult path to take. This was because when the spear stabbed out in a straight line, all the damage would be done by the sharp edge. As long as one crossed the sharp edge and closed the distance, the strength of the spear wouldn't be that great. Even though grandmaster level experts could turn something rotten into something magical, these principles were still the same. However, in that instant, Wang Nantuo didn't even know how he had been stabbed head-on. His body sprinted, and he only managed to stop after exerting a great force under his feet. The limestone fragments that were flying in the air also acted as a hindrance to the other party. Amidst the flying debris, the man opposite him held the spear with both hands and stabbed over.
The simplest spear thrust was a straight line that looked powerless. The tip of the spear seemed to want to suck Wang Nantuo over, and the distance between them seemed like an illusion. Wang Nantuo's heart sank as he watched the tip of the spear pierce through his chest and come out through his back … Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew over.
"Who are you!" Lin Zongwu's roar was like a thunderclap as he rushed in front of Wang Nantuo. His huge body swung his arms like a demonic god, trying to break the other party's spear. However, the other party had already retracted the spear and stabbed out again. Lin Zongwu swung his spear once more, retracting the tip of the spear and stabbing out again … In an instant, he stabbed out three times, and Lin Zongwu also received three of them. The bystanders only saw his figure pouncing over, dust and gravel flying everywhere. Lin Zongwu's left sleeve turned into butterflies that danced in the air. Lin Chong's spear had been broken, and he stood there, looking around.
Lin Zongwu's figure was like a mountain as he stood there. Only then did he say, "What's your relationship with Zhou Dong?" Hearing this name, everyone was shocked. Only the man pursed his lips and looked around for his enemy, but in the end, he couldn't find him. He held the broken spear in his hand and was in a daze. The next moment, everyone saw his figure explode, and the broken spear smashed down toward Lin Zongwu's head. "Villain —"
"Good —" Two shouts rang out at almost the same time. What followed was the explosion of wood splinters after Lin Zongwu had raised his hands to block the spear. Lin Zongwu had been invincible in the world for a long time, but this disheveled man's blow was almost an insult. Everyone's hearts pounded as they watched, and then they saw Lin Zongwu send the disheveled man flying with a kick.
His body flew across the courtyard, crashed into the ground, and rolled before landing again …
…
Suddenly, it was the Mountain God Temple in the heavy snow, the confusion after entering Liangshan, the confusion after being kicked away by Zhou Dong, the confusion after drawing his sword and looking around …
Lin Chong had long since stopped practicing the spear. Ever since he had been scolded by Zhou Dong, he had stopped practicing the spear of the past. All these years, he had blamed himself and felt frustrated and guilty. He knew that he shouldn't have picked up his master's martial arts and sullied his reputation. However, in his dreams at night, he would occasionally think of it.
He probably didn't know how to use those moves anymore.
This was how he felt.
He had forgotten the spear, forgotten the past, forgotten many things, and focused on everything in front of him. Lin Chong told himself this, and he was content with his forgetfulness. However, how could he forget the guilt hidden in the bottom of his heart? The moment he saw Xu Jinhua fall in the blood, he didn't even feel angry. Instead, he felt that it was the end of the world. All these years, he had been afraid of these things in the bottom of his heart all the time. In every breath, the former Lin Chong was living in the shadow. He was frustrated, bitter, angry, and guilty …
For Tian Weishan and the others, what they saw tonight was only a sad and angry man. For Lin Chong, there was a sea of people in front of him.
Where there were people, there were rules. One person couldn't fight against them. How could a small instructor fight against Gao Qiu? How could a banished prisoner fight against those adults? How could a man not fall into the grass? His body fell and rolled again, knocking down rows of weapon racks. His eyes were spinning, but there were countless figures everywhere. Just like in front of Xu Jinhua's body, there were countless hands holding him from behind.
"You can't fight against them …"
"It's the same everywhere …"
"Even the emperor is a dog …"
"If you take the money, you'll be able to live well …"
It turned out that all these years, so many hands had been pulling on his back all along …
He rolled like a stray dog, just like many years ago, when he had rolled into the darkness from the small courtyard where Zhou Dong was. Zhou Dong was no longer there. He rolled to the side of the wall and stood up again. His lips curled into an arc, and it was hard to tell whether he was crying or laughing. He held five to six weapons in his hands, dashed forward, and smashed them toward the person closest to him.
...
Tian Weishan and the others stared wide-eyed at the man who stood up as if nothing had happened after being kicked by Lin Zongwu. He held a bunch of things and dashed over. He smashed the sabers and spears toward the Protector of the Great Radiant Cult who was closest to him. The Protector's eyes were wide open. He wanted to laugh but was also afraid.
"Your mother … This is …"
No great grandmaster would carry a bunch of long and short things and smash them like a peasant. However, this man's martial arts were too terrifying. The Protector of the Great Radiant Cult, Feng Qihe, subconsciously took two steps back, and his weapon fell to the ground. Lin Zongwu dashed over from the other side of the courtyard. "You dare —"
The spear pierced out in a straight line, and that clumsy longspear pierced through the crowd. Feng Qihe suddenly felt that the tip of the spear before him had become terrifying. It was like a crack during an avalanche, silently splitting open the ground and advancing forward. His throat had already been pierced through. One of the Branch Masters, Jing Zhonglin, dashed forward, and his arm flew up into the sky. Lin Chong had suddenly switched to a saber and slashed out. Then the largest figure dashed over. Lin Chong brandished his saber and charged out. The two of them clashed, and in the midst of the clash, the steel saber in Lin Chong's hand shattered into five to six pieces. Lin Zongwu's fist came flying over, and Lin Chong closed in, retaliating with his own fist. After exchanging a few blows, Lin Chong spurted out blood and retreated. At that moment, Feng Qihe was still clutching his throat. A long spear had pierced through his throat. Lin Chong reached out and pulled it out. Together with the spear, he charged forward again.
Even Lin Zongwu couldn't help but take a step back. Lin Chong held the long spear and smashed it like a broom, but the spear would always stop at a critical moment. Lin Zongwu retreated a few steps, then suddenly closed in and smashed the shaft of the spear. The ordinary wood of the spear broke into pieces. Lin Chong's hand was still holding the spear, and he pounced forward like a mad tiger. His fist carried the sharpness of the long spear as it flew towards Lin Zongwu. Lin Zongwu waved his hands to deflect the force, but his entire body was forced back a step by Lin Chong. Then, he used the momentum to throw Lin Chong away.
Lin Zongwu had always had a large body. Even though he had been suppressed by Lu Hongti or some other people in actual combat, his internal energy was vast and he was confident that he was truly unparalleled in the world. But at this moment, his opponent had transformed the path of the spear into the path of the martial arts, and had actually knocked him back. Lin Zongwu was extremely shocked. When he had thrown his opponent away, he had wanted to deal a heavy blow, but his opponent's movement technique was strange, and he had followed the flow of the wind and was sent flying. Lin Zongwu regretted his decision and turned around to chase after him. Tian Weishan, who had been standing far away, watched as the man fell beside him. When he wanted to kick him, his opponent used his palm as a spear and stabbed four of his fingers into his thigh.
The blood was sticky and smelled fishy. His thigh was where his blood vessels were. Tian Weishan shouted, knowing that he wouldn't be able to survive. "Kill him! Kill him — "
Lin Zongwu rushed forward. "Scram —" His pair of miserable and sorrowful eyes met Tian Weishan's.
The spear stabbed in a straight line.
After so many years, Chong Lin's hands had stopped practicing with the spear, but how could he not think? So when he held the chopsticks, the spear's shadow appeared. When he held the firewood, the spear's shadow appeared. When he held the saber, the spear's shadow appeared. When he held the bench, the spear's shadow also appeared. Facing the wall for ten years was an attempt to break through. So at this moment, people were facing the most bitter spear in the world.
This spear was crazy and strange, humble and self-suffering. It had removed all of its face and appearance. For more than ten years, it had always been trembling with fear, not daring to move. It was only at this moment that its remaining sharpness melted into everything.
The moment he held the spear, Chong Lin knew that he didn't know how to use it. He couldn't even take a stance.
If he didn't know how to use the spear, he would be killed, but so what? At this moment, he only wanted to charge at everyone in front of him.
The largest and most powerful figure dashed toward him. Therefore, he also dashed over. Regardless of whether he had a spear in his hands or not, he only wanted to ram into them.
The figures moved restlessly. In the terrifying courtyard, that crazy man opened his mouth. His face and mouth were filled with traces of blood. It was as if he was bellowing loudly as he dashed toward the world's number one expert.
The bellows were silent, and the two grandmaster-level experts fought crazily.
Some people raised their sabers and tried to charge up, while others dodged and ran away in fear. Some hesitated and got involved in the battle. After that, they were sent flying out, no longer breathing. After a while, Chong Lin grabbed Lin Zongwu and knocked against the wall of the courtyard. Tian Weishan fell to the ground. Fresh blood flowed out from his thigh and onto the ground. He was finally dead. A portion of the disciples in the dojo wanted to express goodwill to the Great Radiant Sect and were still here. Many of them had already fled in all directions in fear … Outside Vaud State City, Tan Lu rode on a horse and galloped for his life, rushing to inform Qi Ao and flee for his life …
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