"What, you can't buy it, so you're trying to rob it?"
Lin Buzheng snickered and walked forward. He finally spoke for the first time since the five arrived.
Without a doubt, he was the one who threw the stone that injured the scarred man's right hand.
The scarred man and the other four came in a menacing manner, their eyes glinting fiercely. Lin Buzheng had been on high alert, and when he saw that the situation was not in his favor, he acted decisively and saved Fatty Lin's life.
Lin Buzheng's Raging Bull Fists had reached the Half-step Unblemished Realm, and his strength was shocking. Even a stone thrown by him was comparable to a full-powered attack from a martial artist of the Eighth Level of Physical Path.
"Boss, help!"
Fatty Lin's face was drained of blood, and his lips trembled in fear. He scrambled behind Lin Buzheng, not even asking for money.
"Little b * stard, how dare you injure me. Who are you?"
The scarred man looked at Lin Buzheng, his heart on high alert. He never thought that he would be injured by a stone thrown by a martial artist of the Seventh Level of Physical Path.
"There's no need for you to know so much."
"Die!"
Lin Buzheng's expression was calm. Since they had already fallen out, there was no point in wasting words with the scarred man. Before he finished his sentence, he had already used the Raging Bull Fists and threw a punch at the man.
The scarred man's cultivation was only at the Eighth Level of Physical Path.
On the way here yesterday, Lin Buzheng had killed a burly man of the Ninth Level of Physical Path.
Therefore, at this moment, in Lin Buzheng's eyes, the scarred man was like an ant that he could kill with one punch.
"Big Brother is mighty! Long live Big Brother!"
"Tear this ugly monster into a thousand pieces and avenge me!"
Little Fatty Lin's battle prowess was not high, but his observation skills were very strong. Long before Lin Buzheng made his move, he had already slipped away like a wisp of smoke. He stood in a safe area several hundred feet away, cheering for Lin Buzheng.
Wu wu!
At this moment, Lin Buzheng had put all his strength into this punch. The wind generated by the punch whistled, emitting a terrifying rumbling sound, like rolling thunder exploding in the air.
This punch was comparable to the punch that Lin Buzheng had used to kill a Stage Nine Body Dao cultivator in seconds!
Under this punch, the scar-faced man had no chance of survival!
"Formation!"
At this moment, the scar-faced man let out an angry roar and pulled out the long saber on his back.
Swish, swish, swish!
At the same time, four black-clothed men wielding long sabers rushed to the scarred man's side like a gust of wind.
The five of them moved back and forth, advancing and retreating in a mysterious manner, instantly setting up a saber formation.
Not only did their saber moves merge into one, but their martial auras also fused together. With the combined strength of five people, they forcefully blocked Lin Buzheng's sure-kill punch!
Bang!
Not only that, but the next moment, the five black-clothed men moved around Lin Buzheng at a blinding speed, transforming into a dozen indistinguishable figures that surrounded Lin Buzheng.
At that instant, Lin Buzheng was surrounded by human figures and sharp sabers filled with murderous intent. He had completely fallen into the saber formation set up by the five black-clothed men!
"Shit!"
Lin Buzheng's eyes widened as he frowned.
The so-called Saber Formation could combine the strength of the five black-clothed cultivators into one, allowing their strength to fuse together. Every time they attacked, it was equivalent to five people attacking at the same time. Hence, whether it was explosive power or defensive power, they were all greatly increased.
If Lin Buzheng wanted to break the formation, he would need to defeat all five of them at the same time. There was no other way.
Without a doubt, the difficulty for Lin Buzheng to win this battle had increased by at least five times!
The second form of the Raging Bull Fist, Sky Shattering Bull's Horn!
Following that, Lin Buzheng attempted to throw another punch.
Bang!
At that instant, the sound of the punch rumbled like thunder.
With Lin Buzheng at the center, the ground within a one-zhang radius cracked. Giant rocks weighing over a hundred kilograms were sent flying in all directions by the force of the punch like falling leaves. It was enough to show how terrifying the power of Lin Buzheng's punch was!
"Gasp, how is this possible?"
Fatty Lin, who was standing tens of zhang away, was taken aback.
Although Lin Buzheng's punch contained boundless strength and was terrifyingly powerful, it was like a clay ox entering the sea when it struck the saber formation set up by the five men in black. There was no effect at all. The wind generated from the punch did not even move a corner of the five men's clothes!
"Humph, just give up. Don't struggle anymore!"
"The five of us are practicing a Mystic-ranked martial art, the Five Tigers Cracking the Gate Saber Technique, which allows us to form a formation."
"A few days ago, the five of us worked together to kill a lightly injured first-layer Qi Path expert. Do you think you're stronger than him?"
"Today, you little bastard, you'll die for sure!"
Among the five, the man with a scar on his face let out a strange laugh. His gaze toward Lin Buzheng was cold, as if he was looking at a dead man.
Bang!
Lin Buzheng remained expressionless as he once again raised his right fist and threw a punch at the man with a scar on his face.
"It's useless!"
The man with a scar on his face was knocked backward. At the same time, the other four black-clothed men dashed forward with strange steps and stabbed forward with five sabers. The saber Qi intertwined with one another, and the internal force of the martial path resonated. Not only did it save the man with a scar on his face, it also forced Lin Buzheng's punch back.
Bang! Bang!
In the blink of an eye, Lin Buzheng and the five black-clothed men were engaged in an intense battle.
However, Fatty Lin could clearly see that Lin Buzheng was gradually falling into a disadvantageous position within the saber formation. He was like a raging bull. Although he had boundless strength, his every attack was neutralized by his opponent. All his strength was useless.
On the other hand, the five black-clothed men's cultivation was higher than Lin Buzheng's to begin with, and they could perfectly combine their strength through the saber formation.
At this moment, Lin Buzheng was like a raging bull that was surrounded by a pack of tigers. He could be torn into pieces by the five ferocious tigers around him at any time!
"Big Brother, hold on!"
"I'll go first, I'll go back to the clan to get some reinforcements for you!"
Little Fatty Lin was trembling and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Seeing that the situation was far from good, he wanted to run.
Whoosh!
However, in the next moment, a dagger with a cold glint flashed past Fatty Lin's face. It grazed past Fatty Lin's face and nailed itself into a tree trunk not far away.
"Lie there and don't move. I'll deal with you later."
The scar-faced man's expression was cold. Although he was fighting with Lin Buzheng, his eyes were always on Fatty Lin who was at the periphery of the battle. The latter could not even think of running away.
"Big Brother, you guys are my big brothers!"
Thump!
Fatty Lin looked at the direction of the intense battle with a crying face. His body went limp and he did not hesitate to lie down.
"Big Brothers, this has nothing to do with me."
"This brother of mine has no eyes. How dare he fight with us? Kill him and feed him to the dogs. Please don't kill me!"
"I'm the grandson of the third elder of the Lin family. If you catch me, you can go to the Lin family and exchange me for a thousand taels … No, ten thousand taels of silver! I still have many years of youth to enjoy. I don't want to die yet! "
Lin Buzheng covered his head with his hands and lay on the ground. His body trembled and he let out a cry like a pig being slaughtered.
"Huh? Something's not right!"
However, in the next moment, Fatty Lin stopped screaming. His eyes were wide open and filled with shock.
Rumble!
In the blink of an eye, Lin Buzheng, who was in the middle of the battle, leaped into the air and punched the ground below him.
Even though he was more than ten zhang away, Fatty Lin could feel the ground beneath him shaking.
In the billowing dust, the saber formation formed by the five men in black was instantly torn apart.
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