Ever since Lin Yun had obtained the storage ring, he had exchanged some primal stones for a large amount of gold coins and stored them in the storage ring.
These gold coins were not used to buy things, but to act as disposable long-range weapons when encountering a large number of weak enemies.
Using them as weapons could not only cause a large area of effect but also did not consume much energy. Moreover, they were convenient to carry around, making them a must-have for traveling and killing.
When they realized what was about to happen after Lin Yun took out a large amount of gold coins, all the bandits were so frightened that they scrambled to escape.
The stronghold master had been crippled, the second-in-command's fate was unknown, and the other leaders had all died tragically! The entire Black Wind Stronghold only existed in name. What reason did the underlings of the Black Wind Stronghold have to stay and die?
As long as they were still sane, they would run as fast as they could right now.
The instant the bandits turned to escape, Lin Yun leaped from where he stood, leaping two to three meters into the air. His body spun 720 degrees twice in midair, and like a fairy scattering flowers, he tossed out large amounts of gold coins in all directions.
The instant each gold coin was tossed out, it accelerated to supersonic speed, turning into streaks of golden afterimages as they shot out.
Countless bandits were pierced through by the golden afterimages as they fled.
Some were pierced through the head, some through the chest, and some through the abdomen. All the bandits who had their vitals pierced fell forward onto the ground one after another.
In the blink of an eye, more than half of the hundreds of bandits had fallen to the ground.
The remaining small portion of bandits continued to flee forward with all their might, as if they were being chased by ferocious ghosts.
Lin Yun roughly estimated that there were still about thirty bandits who had escaped. He could not be bothered to chase after them, so he took out another thirty or so gold coins from his storage ring and tossed them out one by one.
Every gold coin that was tossed out instantly broke through the sound barrier, turning into streaks of golden afterimages as they shot towards a fleeing bandit, ending that bandit's life.
Lin Yun's shooting speed was extremely fast. He did not even need to aim to hit the enemy, and he would always hit the mark. In just one second, he could toss out five gold coins.
In just six or seven seconds, the gold coins in Lin Yun's hand were all gone.
As for those bandits who had escaped, they were all killed by Lin Yun before they could even escape the stronghold. Not a single one was spared!
After getting rid of all the bandits, Lin Yun didn't even blink. It was as if he wasn't killing a group of people, but a bunch of ants.
After sheathing the Skeleton Sword, Lin Yun walked towards the pockmarked middle-aged man as if nothing had happened.
"Monster, don't … don't come over!" The pockmarked middle-aged man trembled in fear. At this moment, he no longer had the arrogant attitude from before. In front of Lin Yun, he was like a defeated dog.
Lin Yun walked up to the pockmarked middle-aged man and looked at him coldly. "Do you know why you're still alive?"
The pockmarked middle-aged man's head shrank back. "Wh … why?"
"Because I have an important question to ask you," Lin Yun said coldly.
"What is it? I'll definitely answer if I know. I just hope that you don't kill me and let me live!" The pockmarked middle-aged man hurriedly begged.
Lin Yun ignored the pockmarked middle-aged man's begging. He still asked coldly, "A year ago, the middle-aged man who single-handedly attacked your stronghold. Where is he now?"
Hearing Lin Yun's words, a white light flashed in the pockmarked middle-aged man's mind. He suddenly remembered something.
He stared at Lin Yun with widened eyes. "You, you, you … You are … Who are you to that middle-aged man?"
He suddenly realized that the appearance of the youth in front of him was very similar to the middle-aged man who attacked the stronghold years ago!
Lin Yun immediately interrupted the pockmarked middle-aged man and said coldly, "Tell me, where did that middle-aged man go!"
Lin Yun's tone was no longer a question, but an order.
The pockmarked middle-aged man seemed to be lost in his memories. He said with lingering fear, "That middle-aged man single-handedly attacked our stronghold and killed more than a hundred of our brothers. He even seriously injured me."
"But then two more mysterious men appeared, and those two mysterious men were really too strong! They were so strong that they were beyond my imagination. They were existences that I couldn't even touch! "
"The weaker one among them just casually waved his hand and easily defeated the middle-aged man. Then, they took the middle-aged man and left the stronghold. As for where they went, I'm not sure. "
At this point, the pockmarked middle-aged man couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Speaking of those two mysterious men, he was both afraid and grateful.
He still remembered that the middle-aged man who single-handedly attacked the stronghold years ago was already a Level Nine Warrior.
And that middle-aged man was so weak in front of those two mysterious men that he couldn't fight back at all. From this, it could be seen how terrifying the strength of those two mysterious men was.
Such a terrifying existence, how could he, a mere Level Five Warrior, not be afraid?
However, if those two mysterious men hadn't appeared, he would have died at the hands of that middle-aged man a year ago and wouldn't have lived to this day. Therefore, he still felt grateful to those two mysterious men.
As the pockmarked middle-aged man spoke, Lin Yun stared at his eyes and observed them.
Through Lin Yun's many years of experience, he could tell that the pockmarked middle-aged man wasn't lying.
Everything he said, the disappearance of his father and the appearance of those two mysterious men, were all true!
A person who could easily defeat a Level Nine Warrior with a casual wave of his hand would definitely not be a low-level Martial Master. At the very least, he would be a high-level Martial Master or even King Wu!
Lin Yun couldn't understand. Who were those two mysterious men? Why did they take his father away?
After pondering for a moment, Lin Yun then asked the pockmarked middle-aged man, "Do you still remember the appearance of those two mysterious men?"
The pockmarked middle-aged man thought carefully for a moment, then said: "Both of them are young, only in their early thirties. They are both wearing black tight clothes, and from the looks of it, they are assassins."
"Their biggest characteristic is that they have a meteor dart totem imprinted on their foreheads. There are also some numbers engraved below the totem. Those two numbers are 30 and 28 respectively."
"Meteor dart totem?" Lin Yun frowned deeply. The meteor dart was a type of hidden weapon commonly used by assassins. It meant assassination.
The identity of these two mysterious men must be assassins from some organization.
However, Lin Yun couldn't understand why they would take his father away.
"Other than these, what else do you know?" After a moment, Lin Yun asked the pockmarked middle-aged man again.
The pockmarked middle-aged man shook his head: "I have already told you everything I know."
"Is that so? That's a pity. "Lin Yun stood up with a sneer, turned around and left the pockmarked middle-aged man.
Seeing Lin Yun turn around and leave, the pockmarked middle-aged man couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. It was as if a big stone that was pressing on his chest had been lifted.
However, he didn't notice that Lin Yun, who had already walked far away, had an additional gold coin in his hand.
With a flick of his finger.
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