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Chapter 405 - 406 Eagle Striking the Sky_1

Chapter 405: Chapter 406 Eagle Striking the Sky_1

"Scram!" Li Changlin, upon hearing the remark, could hardly suppress his laughter.

He casually swept his gaze over Zhao Zhiyong and let out a low shout from his mouth, sounding exceedingly cold and indifferent, as if it came from the netherworld itself, chilling to the bone upon hearing it.

Zhao Zhiyong and his younger siblings were stunned, while Xu Qishui, who stood by the side, was struck dumb by Li Changlin’s words, looking bewildered.

What kind of fool has appeared out of nowhere?

Can’t he see that the Zhao siblings carry an extraordinary aura, clearly of no small origin!

"Boy, do you know who you are talking to!" Zhao Zhiyong’s eyes narrowed slightly, now he even doubted whether this youngster had any idea about ancient martial arts; clearly, he hadn’t recognized the symbol on his clothes!

On the collars of Zhao Zhiyong and the other Zhao Family disciples’ clothes was embroidered an eagle soaring with its wings spread wide, the emblem of the Zhao Ancient Martial Family. Anyone who practiced ancient martial arts would recognize it.

Yet now, seeing Li Changlin’s expression, it was apparent that he had no recognition of it at all, so Zhao Zhiyong’s heart filled with suspicion, feeling that Li Changlin might not be an ancient martial artist at all.

"I don’t care who you are, just stop your annoying chatter. The Nearly Divine Tycoon needs to eat!" Li Changlin coldly snorted, continuing to pick up his chopsticks and eat.

"Damn it!" Seeing Li Changlin’s action truly infuriated Zhao Zhiyong, his face twitched rapidly for a moment before he turned his head and barked fiercely, "Zhixin, cripple him!"

"Yes, Brother Yong." Standing on the periphery, Zhao Zhixin immediately stepped forward, pressuring Li Changlin with his approach.

"Ziwei, you eat your meal, don’t bother with them." Turning his head to Qian Ziwei, Li Changlin spoke then set down his chopsticks and stood up.

Against an opponent who was merely at the Initial Stage of Dark Energy, Li Changlin would have remained seated and unmoved, with Zhao Zhixin having no chance to harm him.

However, Li Changlin was also concerned that the fight would affect Qian Ziwei, which is why he stood up to confront the enemy proactively.

No sooner had he shifted his footing than he raised his hand to meet Zhao Zhixin’s thunderous incoming punch.

"Now, I’ll cripple you!" Seeing Li Changlin actually use his palm to counter his fist, Zhao Zhixin’s heart was filled with scornful laughter.

Zhao Zhiyong, standing by the side, also revealed a cruel smile.

"Be careful, get out of the way, you’re no match." Only the woman, with a flash of pity on her face, shouted with her delicate voice.

Li Changlin’s heart stirred slightly, but he didn’t pay too much attention. His hand continued without pause and collided forcefully with Zhao Zhixin’s fist.

Bang!

A muffled sound erupted. Zhao Zhixin intended to activate his Dark Energy to deal a heavy blow to Li Changlin, but who could have anticipated the sudden surge of power from Li Changlin’s palm? It smashed towards Zhao Zhixin’s arm with indomitable force.

In an instant, Zhao Zhixin’s complexion drastically changed.

This overwhelming force was clearly beyond his ability to counter.

Damn, I’ve hit a snag!

Zhao Zhixin regretted inwardly as the power arrived in full force, dispelling all the strength in his arm before continuing, unstoppable, towards his internal organs.

"No!" Zhao Zhixin cried out in dismay, but before he could finish, his entire body was already being dragged backwards by that immense force.

With a thud, Zhao Zhixin landed awkwardly on the ground. However, the force that had aimed for his internal organs vanished into thin air.

In fact, Li Changlin was merciful because he noticed that the woman had warned him out loud.

Otherwise, had that collision occurred, Zhao Zhixin might not have died, but he would likely have been seriously injured.

"Zhixin!"

"Brother."

Zhao Zhiyong and the woman’s complexions changed drastically as they hurried over.

"I, I’m fine!" At that moment, Zhao Zhixin staggered to his feet.

Uncertainty flickered across his face as he found the internal changes he had just experienced bizarre, unsure whether it was because their opponent had held back or because their opponent’s strength was too feeble, resulting in no injury inflicted on him.

"Good that you’re unharmed," Zhao Zhiyong sighed in relief, and then suddenly turned his gaze sharply towards Li Changlin, "Kid, I really underestimated you."

"What, you want to take a shot at me too?" Li Changlin said indifferently, with a sharp glint flashing momentarily in his eyes.

Just now, this man had ordered Zhao Zhixin to cripple him, naturally, Li Changlin couldn’t feel the slightest fondness for him.

Especially as the malice Zhao Zhiyong held for him was intense, clearly not considering the idea of making peace.

"You hurt my younger brother, I will make you suffer ten times the punishment!" Zhao Zhiyong revealed a sinister cold sneer, his eyes fixed firmly on Li Changlin, ready to attack.

"We’ll see if you’ve got the skills," Li Changlin responded with an indifferent smile, shrugging nonchalantly.

A mere Late Stage of Dark Energy dares to be so presumptuous in front of him, truly absurd!

"Seeking death!" Zhao Zhiyong’s face darkened, a flicker of murderous intent passing through his eyes. He couldn’t stand Li Changlin’s arrogant smile and gestures, and immediately bellowed, lifting his right foot abruptly, then taking a large step forward.

His left foot followed suit, the whole person seemingly crossing through the void, swooping toward Li Changlin like an eagle diving for its prey.

Flying Eagle Nine Forms.

His arms swung out, fingers forming claws, tearing through the void and bringing gusts of wind, aiming directly for Li Changlin’s chest.

"That’s Eagle Striking the Sky! I didn’t expect Brother Yong to have mastered it to such an extent. I really need to work twice as hard in the future."

"Brother has been practicing Eagle Striking the Sky for a whole decade now. That handsome guy is definitely no match. I just hope Brother doesn’t use lethal force; it would be a pity to end his life."

"Hehe, kid, although you’re formidable, you’re definitely no match for the young hero Zhao Zhiyong. This time, if you don’t die, you’ll be gravely injured!"

Zhao Family siblings and Xu Qishui looked on at Li Changlin with complex expressions. None of them was optimistic about Li Changlin because Zhao Zhiyong’s strength was there for all to see—he had reached the Late Stage of Dark Energy at the mere age of twenty-four.

Li Changlin and Zhao Zhiyong seemed to be around the same age, but Zhao Zhiyong was a bona fide descendant of Ancient Martial Arts, while Li Changlin clearly wasn’t. Hence, it was natural that Li Changlin’s cultivation could not surpass that of Zhao Zhiyong.

After all, being a descendant of Ancient Martial Arts represented access to limitless resources.

"Eagle Striking the Sky? More like a sparrow hunting bugs!" Watching Zhao Zhiyong’s attack, Li Changlin’s lips curled into a smirk, a disdainful sneer emerging.

In his eyes, the Eagle Striking the Sky technique displayed by Zhao Zhiyong was too fraught with flaws—there were at least dozens of ways for him to break it.