Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 341 - 109: Appearance

Chapter 341: Chapter 109: Appearance

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of countless pieces of porcelain shattering resounded.

"Ahhhh!"

Inside the room, Jin Shengzhe’s hair was disheveled, as he wildly brandished the ghost-head broadsword. With an immensely terrifying physical strength, he hacked the room’s furnishings into pieces.

It had been almost the time it takes to burn an incense stick since he returned to the courtyard.

"Luo Penghai, you old coot. To insult me like this, hateful, truly hateful!" Jin Shengzhe rasped, breathing heavily, wanting to vent the anger in his heart.

"Ah! Kill, kill, kill, chop them all to death!"

After another furious round of chopping in the room, Jin Shengzhe finally stopped.

Inside the room, shards of porcelain scattered everywhere, tables and chairs shattered into bits of wood, all in disarray. Even the door was split into eight pieces.

Fortunately, he lived in the most secluded area of the entire martial academy, known to none but his trusted aide outside.

Outside the house, his aide carefully stepped in through the door after Jin Shengzhe had finished venting.

Watching Jin Shengzhe’s heaving back, the aide tiptoed, afraid of making a noise that might anger him and earning a lethal strike.

"Senior Brother." Approaching cautiously, the aide whispered, "It’s been investigated."

Upon hearing this, Jin Shengzhe whipped around like an enraged lion, staring intently, "Speak!"

"It’s Xuri Martial Academy, the head of the hidden cloud branch, Longbrow Daoist!" the aide whispered.

"Longbrow Daoist?"

A cold light flashed in Jin Shengzhe’s eyes, "I want him not to see tomorrow’s sun!"

But the aide slowly shook his head, "Senior Brother, kill Longbrow Daoist, it’s indeed difficult."

"Hmm? What’s going on?"

"In the past, such a small matter would be easy. But now, if we act, there’ll be too many traces, too obvious. What if we provoke the Dapeng Divine Sovereign?"

"Divine Sovereign?" Jin Shengzhe’s face chilled, "Luo Penghai, just an old white-headed fool, does he deserve such a title?"

Hearing this, the aide paused, "Longbrow Daoist, actually has some ties with this Dapeng Divine Sovereign, ah no, old fool Luo."

"How so?"

"Longbrow Daoist was originally a disciple within the sect during his youth, and he had quite the talent. However, he was later attacked by demon sects, harming his foundation, leading to his current state." The aide bit out, in a low voice, "At that time, Luo Penghai was still his Senior Brother, and they had some rapport."

"So you’re saying, Longbrow Daoist can’t die?" Jin Shengzhe’s just-suppressed anger began to flare again.

Luo Penghai, Meng Nanyan, perhaps he could do nothing to them. But now he couldn’t even deal with a small mid-level Lingyuan stage character?

The contrast between decisively handling everything before and now being stuck in difficulties made his anger blaze once more.

The aide understood his thoughts, eyes shifting, glancing outside, lowered his voice to say something in Jin Shengzhe’s ear.

Upon hearing this, Jin Shengzhe’s eyes immediately brightened, nodding heavily, "Good, let’s do it this way!"

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Now, in a desolate mountain between Changle Village and Baiyan City.

A black-robed figure was threading through the woods.

Not long after, upon reaching a pass, Lin Yuan looked at the forest below, confirmed the direction, and continued forward.

"In three more days, I should reach near Baiyan City."

Estimating the distance, Lin Yuan finally felt a sense of relief.

Taking a long detour, avoiding numerous Lingyuan-stage patrols, he finally arrived here.

With his current body strength, journeying wasn’t an issue, but the constantly taut nerves took their toll, even tiring him.

After a brief adjustment, Lin Yuan resumed his journey forward.

About two incense sticks later, Lin Yuan stealthily concealed himself atop a tree. Not long after, sounds rustled in the distance.

Ten or so figures emerged about fifty yards away.

"Damn, why is Pang Shiyin from Crying Soul Sect so relentless?" The leader of the group, a burly man, frowned as he swiftly flew forward.

After several days of fleeing, the group’s appearance was bedraggled, clothes tattered.

"Hmm, why is this voice so familiar?"

On the treetop, Lin Yuan’s expression shifted, "Are they about to be surrounded?"

Not long after, numerous demon sect members emerged from all directions, enclosing the dozen-plus disciples from Xuri Martial Academy.

"Hahaha! Like rats, go on, why don’t you run?" Laughed the demon sect members loudly.

"Hmph! Without the Lingyuan behind you, how could I fear you bunch of dogs?" The rough voice of the burly man cursed fiercely.

Hearing the voice, Lin Yuan immediately identified the person, "It’s Second Senior Brother!"

"I must think of a way to save them."

While Lin Yuan was pondering, a faint presence entered his perception from afar.

"There’s a Lingyuan stage!" Lin Yuan’s eyes turned cold.

No wonder Xu Ling was in such dire straits. Few at the Aperture Meridian stage could suppress Xu Ling steadily.

"I need to think of a way." Lin Yuan, hidden in the shadows, continued to ponder.

Meanwhile, the leading demon sect disciple mockingly said, "Rely on Lingyuan stage?"

"Hmph, you overestimate yourself. Does someone of your level require Steward Zhuang to act?" Pang Shiyin said flatly, "Xu Ling, come out. I’ll have a duel with you. If you win, I’ll let your disciples leave. How about it?"

"Hmm? Really?" Xu Ling’s eyes flashed, seeing a glimmer of hope, "Lingyuan really won’t interfere?"

"Indeed! This I guarantee." As he spoke, a figure stood atop a tall tree.

He overlooked the crowd with his hands behind his back, like a celestial being, lofty and unapproachable.

Lin Yuan squinted slightly at the man.

"Good!" Xu Ling nodded, stepping forward, "You and I will go one-on-one, let me test your mettle!"

Pang Shiyin smiled, stepping forward.

The onlookers laughed at the spectacle.

"Hahaha, how foolish are these Fire Crow Sect cultivators? Duped again."

"Capture Xu Ling this main force, gift it to the Lingyuan steward, the rest we can share."

"Hehe, following Senior Brother Pang, we can capture them effortlessly."

Seeing Xu Ling readying his energy to battle Pang Shiyin one-on-one, the demon sect disciples also quietly stirred their energies, with many moving to the blind spots of the disciples, ready to strike.

In life-and-death combat, any efficient and quick method is a good method, disregarding any notion of dishonorable or vile conduct.

From the treetop, Lin Yuan watched, out of time to devise a strategy.

If he hesitated, Xu Ling would be beset by Pang Shiyin and others till death.

"Lin Yuan is here, how dare you bully the disciples of our martial academy!"

Lin Yuan roared sharply, soaring down like a giant osprey.

Faces of the Crying Soul Sect members changed in shock, staring at him, unaware.

Up in the treetop, the Crying Soul Sect’s Lingyuan steward showed a startled expression.