Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Invincible Style! The Holy Son’s Image Shattered!

“Tough one! We can’t go around him. Hit him!”

“This guy is a cultivator too!”

...

Aside from Zhang Ruofeng, none of the others had known Lin Yi at all.

But they knew him now.

The ferocity in Lin Yi’s bearing made every one of them change color. No matter what, Black Bear of the Everlasting Sword Sect was a gifted disciple of that sect, a talent equal to them in strength, even stronger than some among them.

Yet Black Bear had scarcely exchanged more than a few moves before this Lin had beaten him into such a state with astonishing speed.

As for Pang Wudi, he had been like a lump of dough, unable to withstand even a single move, nothing more than an oversized toy.

How could Lin Yi not fill them with dread?

With Zhang Ruofeng beside them, they felt they had nothing to fear.

And with strength in numbers, the few of them gathered together as one.

So there ought to be a chance—if they joined forces, they could pin this fellow down!

They refused to believe that the talented heirs of immortal lineages, the geniuses of great sects and schools, could not defeat one man together.

Among them, Song Wanjun of Mount Emei cried out almost loudly, “Let me go first! Support me! Brother Black Bear must have been taken by surprise just now, that’s why he was knocked to the ground. This time, we won’t give him any chance to ambush us!”

Song Wanjun wore a scarlet dress and carried a certain charm, radiating the very essence of womanly grace.

The disciple of Mount Emei had already drawn her sword.

With the blade in hand, she truly did look rather beautiful, with the air of a sword maiden.

“Ahhh... it’s... that damned Lin Yi. Why is he everywhere... I—I—I... pfft, pfft, pfft...”

On the outskirts, Zhang Qiang, who had to walk slowly on his own and only looked recovered because medicine was barely holding him up, rubbed his eyes hard. When he saw that it was Lin Yi who had appeared to save the day, he could no longer endure it. With a series of coughs, he spat blood and collapsed once more.

Rage surged straight into his heart; violent anger was ruining his body.

Zhang Qiang was beyond saving. Every time he saw Lin Yi, he was angered into vomiting blood.

...

Standing beside him, Song Yuyan did not even know what to say.

She was nothing like Zhang Qiang. When she saw Lin Yi appear, she let out a breath of relief instead.

“Good, this time it’s fine... Now that Lin Yi is here, there’s nothing to worry about...”

“But why didn’t Lin Yi call me earlier? And that An Miaoyi, the one these classmates call a goddess—what is she to him? Why do I feel that when something happened to Lin Yi’s dorm brothers, she was even more anxious than I was? This is bad. If I’d known, I should’ve rushed out just now too. Damn it, it’s all that senior brother Zhang Qiang’s fault...”

Song Yuyan bit her lip in secret.

A moment ago, she had meant to rush out, but An Miaoyi had been one step ahead of her.

More importantly, she and Zhang Qiang had both been standing at the edge, and by the time they wanted to help, it was already somewhat too late.

The reason she blamed Zhang Qiang was simple: he was clearly half-dead, yet he had insisted on coming, forcing her to stay by his side to make sure he did not collapse and meet with some mishap.

Otherwise, she could have thrown caution aside and rushed out long ago to help Lin Yi’s brothers.

And now, with Lin Yi having charged out, Song Yuyan knew she had missed an opportunity.

Yet a moment later she smiled again.

“There’s still plenty of time. Time reveals a person’s heart, and a long road tests a horse’s strength. There is still much I can do.”

...

Whoosh!

Song Wanjun’s sword lashed out, but she was no possible match for Lin Yi.

Lin Yi had used the Secret of Motion. In the blink of an eye, he had slipped around to the other side of her blade.

What did it matter if Song Wanjun was a beauty? She and Zhang Ruofeng’s lot were all of a feather, and every one of them was within Lin Yi’s sights.

So in the next instant, with a heavy thud, Lin Yi’s palm struck her on the shoulder.

With a crack, Song Wanjun’s shoulder shattered outright.

Amid a scream, she spat blood.

Her body staggered backward step by step—

then hit the ground.

After dealing with Song Wanjun, Lin Yi moved to Li Ao’s side.

Li Ao’s feet moved in swift alternation, as if he were treading a pair of flaming wheels. His whole body twisted incessantly, forming a small whirlwind around himself.

It was a kind of instinctive defense.

But that defense had one fatal flaw: Lin Yi’s force was too great. One punch slammed directly into the whirlwind, and with a bang it vanished.

The truth was that Lin Yi’s fist had struck Li Ao square in the back.

Crack, crack—the sound of bones breaking.

With a muffled thump, Li Ao spat blood and crashed to the ground.

Only Zhang Ruofeng and the remaining two were left.

Zhang Ruofeng had already gone stupid with shock.

“I... it was you, you! So you’re a cultivator! Last time when you bumped into me, it wasn’t because something was wrong with you, or your body failed you—you did it on purpose! That was an attack! Good, good, very good, I...”

“I want your life! And today you still dare injure my brothers!”

Boom!

Streams of aura blazed around Zhang Ruofeng’s body.

With a flick of his hand, he somehow produced a tiny metal sword from within his grimy Daoist robe.

He did not even hold the little metal sword. It trembled and bobbed in the air of its own accord.

It was exactly as though Zhang Ruofeng could wield a flying sword, as though he had mastered sword-control techniques.

At his side, the eyes of Shangguan Shaobao of Mount Kongtong and Deng Ruoyu of the Wind-Thunder Sect had gone red. Seeing Zhang Ruofeng preparing to strike, the two of them drew a heavy breath, exchanged a glance, and tried to circle around Lin Yi and attack from the side.

But Lin Yi had even called upon the Secret of Motion—how could he possibly let them succeed?

With two successive punches, these two, like the man and woman before them, were utterly no match for him. They were sent flying.

As they were flung away, they had not even seen how Lin Yi made his move.

Their plot had been snuffed out before it could even unfold.

No one knew how many bones they had broken. Both coughed up blood and sprawled on the ground, their eyes filled with shock before rolling white as they fainted.

Zhang Ruofeng was completely dumbstruck. His mind wavering, there came a clatter—the flying sword had not even been used before it fell to the ground.

“I...”

His face shifted between green and white. Zhang Ruofeng was afraid.

And because he was afraid, his spirit could not focus; his arts and the energy within him could not form a proper cycle, so he was simply unable to use the flying sword.

With the sword fallen to the ground, Zhang Ruofeng had nothing left to rely on. He could only run.

The speed Lin Yi had displayed just now was unlike anything Zhang Ruofeng had ever seen in his life.

Lin Yi was now like a god of war—an unstoppable god of war.

No matter how strong Zhang Ruofeng might be, there was no way he could defeat people like Shangguan Shaobao with nothing but fists and kicks.

From that alone, Zhang Ruofeng understood just how vast the gap was between himself and Lin Yi.

Though he burned with fury inside, recognizing this man as the enemy from before, the one who had ruined his debut as a Holy Son, circumstances were stronger than men. Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—he had to avoid Lin Yi’s edge.

Yesterday, when this man had merely disguised himself, he had still managed to injure him. Today, with such wrath blazing from him, how could Zhang Ruofeng possibly be his match?

He had to join forces with others!

Zhang Ruofeng hurled the sword Black Bear had handed him viciously toward Lin Yi.

Then he turned and ran straight toward Jin Huishan.

“Senior Jin, save me! Hurry, save me...”

Zhang Ruofeng was truly terrified. The sword he had just thrown—Black Bear’s sword—he had not even looked where it was going, showing not the slightest concern that it might harm an innocent bystander.

If this had been before, for the sake of his Holy Son image, Zhang Ruofeng would never have committed such indiscriminate violence.

But now he no longer cared about anything at all. The very fact that he was shamelessly crying for Jin Huishan to save him meant the image of the lofty Holy Son he cherished had utterly collapsed.

Once word of today spread, it would be the darkest humiliation of Zhang Ruofeng’s life.

In the blink of an eye, that sword came whistling past, about to pierce through the arm of a female student nearby—the same one who had mocked Li Chunfeng earlier.

It was a treasured blade, one famed even on the Everlasting Sword Sect’s roster of celebrated swords.

Had it passed through the girl’s arm, the flesh and blood there would have died, and that arm would have been ruined.

Just as she let out a shriek of terror, so frightened that she wet herself, Lin Yi seized the sword by the hilt in one swift, precise, ruthless motion.

After taking hold of the sword, Lin Yi nodded, then hung it at his side.

After a moment’s thought, he turned back and thoroughly rifled through Black Bear’s belongings, taking everything of value.

As for Song Wanjun, Li Ao, and the others, he naturally did not spare them either.

Especially since Song Wanjun and Li Ao had not yet fainted.

When they saw Lin Yi turn around and look at them, they could no longer bear it; their bodies shook uncontrollably.

Lin Yi held out his hand and demanded it all—money, phones, weapons, jewelry, everything.

Nothing was to be left except their clothes.

Some carried swords, some had other treasures, and some wore expensive phones, jewelry, watches, and other valuables.

In any case, Lin Yi let nothing slip past him.

Indeed, with no more than a wave of his hand, Song Wanjun and the others who were still conscious immediately understood what he wanted.

Plainly, in Lin Yi’s eyes, this gang had done plenty of bullying in the past and often pulled this sort of opportunistic plundering themselves.

Only after finishing all this did Lin Yi continue walking toward Zhang Ruofeng.

Zhang Ruofeng had disgraced himself completely. Not a trace of the Holy Son image remained, and the students of Shengjing Academy now loathed him.

Still, everything Lin Yi had done left the students of Shengjing Academy stunned again and again.

But after thinking it over, they all felt those things rightly belonged to Lin Yi. After all, those people had beaten Lin Yi’s brothers and tyrannized everyone present so viciously. If they did not pay some compensation, that truly would not do.

No one thought Lin Yi greedy. They only felt he was taking revenge, striking Black Bear and the others in the face.

And among their belongings, besides those valuable phones and such, there were weapons and other objects that one glance told you were treasures.

Such fine treasures certainly could not be left in their hands any longer.