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Chapter 201 - 145: Grass, Wood, Bamboo, and Stones Can All Be Swords_3

Chapter 201: Chapter 145: Grass, Wood, Bamboo, and Stones Can All Be Swords_3

But something astonishing happened that startled the young man. He saw a man and a woman walking toward him hand in hand under the cover of the dark night clouds.

This man and woman not only moved with ease, but six flying shuttles zipped around them like lightning.

Bullets were either blocked by the shuttles or completely missed the couple, who were swiftly moving.

"How is this possible? Could he be completely unaffected by the dark night clouds?"

Amongst the booming thunder, the young man hurriedly hid behind a wall, only to hear a thunderous blast. The wall and a house in front of him shook violently.

Three walls were completely penetrated by the thundering flying shuttles, and then exploded right behind the young man.

Before being engulfed by the rolling flames, the young man had only one thought left in his mind.

"Can this even hit me?"

While Lin Xing was chasing the young man, Ma Hong and four other cadres also made their moves, continuously trying to stop and even kill Lin Xing.

One of the bald cadres opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of purple mist saliva that shot toward Lin Xing.

This bald man’s skill was known as Dragon Saliva Shooting, allowing him to spit at high speed, producing a bullet-like effect.

After Ma Hong’s modification, his saliva was even more lethal, often killing skilled fighters instantly with a single spit.

Especially when combined with his comrades’ abilities like Blood Pain Feast and the power of the dark night clouds, once the enemy was restrained, they would instantly fall dead under the continuous burst of his saliva.

But at this moment, as Lin Xing walked leisurely with Jing Shiyu, he dodged all the attacks of Dragon Saliva Shooting without even using the shuttles to block.

"What’s going on? Hasn’t the old ghost used Blood Pain Feast yet? Why is Lin Xing moving unhindered?"

"And what about the dark night clouds? Why can’t he see and still dodge all my Dragon Saliva?"

Just as the user of the dark night clouds was slain by Lin Xing and the black mist on his body suddenly dissipated, he suddenly turned and looked at the bald man, "Do you know what it means when every grass and tree can be a sword?"

The bald man, who had just spat out more saliva, suddenly felt a dangerous aura approaching.

Immediately he saw a purple flash before his eyes, and his own saliva, now imbued with an earth-shattering Sword Intent, rolled back and instantly pierced through his head.

On a distant rooftop, Xuan Jizi gasped for air and couldn’t help but say, "Is that even possible?"

"I’ve never seen such filthy Sword Control Technique before. Which Sword Hero heritage did this kid learn from? Can anything really be controlled?"

In Xuan Jizi’s memory, the various factions’ techniques of Sword Control focused either on quantity, quality, or the sword itself, but he had never seen such a dirty and dominant Sword Control.

Meanwhile, another of the six cadres, a chubby man, had sunk into the ground as soon as the fight started, occasionally reaching out to swipe at Lin Xing’s feet.

His hands, modified by Ma Hong, had turned into scar-covered hands of poison, paired with his ability to tunnel through the ground, often catching opponents off guard.

But even as he tried attacking Lin Xing repeatedly, he couldn’t land a hit; Lin Xing casually dodged all his attacks.

The more he attacked, the more he felt cold inside, "Has he completely seen through me? Could it be that he has the ability to read minds?"

Thinking this, he retreated repeatedly, wanting to come out from the ground to check the battlefield, but then he felt a severe pain in his head, having already been penetrated by a flying needle.

Watching Lin Xing kill three cadres one after another, a short martial artist hiding in Lin Xing’s shadow shivered in fear.

From the moment he hid in Lin Xing’s shadow, he felt waves of killing intent swirling around.

He felt like a mouse that had wandered into a trap, knowing that if he dared emerge, he would be stabbed to death by his opponent.

"Are you not coming out yet?"

Hearing Lin Xing’s disappointed sigh, the short martial artist felt even more terrified.

But his ability to hide in shadows wasn’t infinite, and feeling increasingly stifled, he finally burst out and fled swiftly toward the distance.

But Lin Xing seemed to be waiting for him, and the first moment the short martial artist emerged, his head collided with a flying needle.

The scene looked as though he had thrown himself head-first into the needle.

After emerging from the shadow and taking a few steps, he collapsed dead on the ground.

Elsewhere, a thin martial artist had, following Ma Hong’s orders since the fight began, rushed toward Zhang Tiande to try to seize the metal box filled with thunderous flying shuttles on his back.

And while the two martial artists fought fiercely without a clear winner so far, suddenly Zhang Tiande’s longsword surged with an astonishing Sword Intent, raising a blast of air that pierced through the opponent’s body.

With the deaths of five Zhou Tian Sect strongmen one after another, the Sword Control Lin Xing was increasingly unrestrained. The flying shuttles bombed in all directions, tossing people and tearing flesh chaotically inside and outside the Duke Mansion.

Seeing five of his six cadres perish in an instant, Ma Hong was utterly shocked.

These six cadres, carefully chosen and groomed by him, had accompanied him in battles across regions.

Together, their diverse abilities had even helped him kill several inheritors of secondary legacies.