Urban Peerless Expert
Chapter 758 - 778: I Saved the Person, Can We Call It Even for Grudges?_1

Chapter 758: Chapter 778: I Saved the Person, Can We Call It Even for Grudges?_1

"Capture him!"

With Zhao Ping’s furious shout, two people jumped out and rushed towards Fang Dao.

Fang Dao slapped his palm on the table, sending the table and the soup and water on it smashing towards the two people. He himself leaped back, directly jumping out of the building, and was carried away by the flying sword.

Zhao Ping sneered: "So you ran into me and think you can escape? Chase!"

Zhao Ping led the people in pursuit. Lin Chen glanced at them: three were at the Nascent Soul Stage, and the remaining four or five were at the Golden Core Stage.

Lin Chen got up, paid for the meal, compensated for the table, and then flew away on his sword, chasing after the others.

Since he had encountered the situation, he couldn’t just watch Fang Dao being beaten and crippled, right?

With the identity of being the Cave Master’s direct disciple, Lin Chen wasn’t afraid to offend Zhao Ping.

Lin Chen only flew a few miles before catching up with the others. Fang Dao had clearly resisted but was easily captured due to his insufficient strength.

Zhao Ping approached Fang Dao, slapping his face and sneering: "When you messed with me, did you ever think that today would come?"

Facing the imminent danger, Fang Dao was no longer afraid and straightened his neck: "If I dared to mess with you, I wouldn’t be afraid of your revenge. What’s so scary about breaking all my bones? Come on, don’t do it if you’re a grandson!"

Zhao Ping sneered: "You have guts! Let’s see if you still have them later!"

Just as Zhao Ping’s hand reached for Fang Dao’s fingers, preparing to snap them one by one, Lin Chen descended from the sky.

Zhao Ping stopped his movement, turned his head to look at Lin Chen, and sneered: "You actually caught up. What, you want to save him?"

Lin Chen laughed: "Today, he made a lot of money for me and said he would treat me to dinner. However, he ran away and left the bill, causing me to pay for the meal and the table. That’s not acceptable. If you cripple him, who will I go to for payment?"

No one believed such an obvious excuse for saving people, so Zhao Ping sneered: "If you want to save him, give it a try. If you can save him today, I’ll let go of our grievances."

Lin Chen chuckled: "It’s good to be peaceful, right?"

Zhao Ping grabbed Fang Dao’s finger, his face full of ridicule: "Within three breaths, I’ll break his first finger. Whether your friend can keep his fingers depends on your ability, yo."

Fang Dao clenched his teeth: "Brother Lin, don’t worry about me. They are three Nascent Souls, there’s not much they can do. Even if they break a few bones, I won’t die!"

Zhao Ping laughed: "Such courage... one!"

Lin Chen summoned the San Sheng Sword, took one step forward, and arrived in front of the first Golden Core Realm man. Without any words, he swung his sword down.

The man waved his hand, and a shield appeared in front of him.

The San Sheng Sword struck the shield, cutting it open cleanly as if it was made of paper.

The sharp sword’s edge slid across the man’s face and chest, causing goosebumps to form on his skin due to the coldness of the blade.

The man’s face turned pale, and he quickly moved to the side to avoid Lin Chen, as if he had been stepped on his tail.

Lin Chen continued moving forward.

The expressions of the people in front changed drastically. They summoned their flying swords, which attacked Lin Chen with incredible fierceness.

Lin Chen’s footsteps didn’t stop, and his sword turned into a cold light.

As the flying swords came within three feet of Lin Chen, they were accurately struck by the San Sheng Sword and bounced back.

The flying swords crisscrossed in the air, piercing back and forth, but they could not stop Lin Chen’s leisurely advance.

The people were shocked.

Wasn’t this guy just a Golden Core? How come his strength was so powerful?

He could even block the flying swords of a Nascent Soul without losing any ground?

A middle-aged man casted an art spell on his flying sword, causing it to suddenly accelerate. In just a short distance, it produced a sound like a gust of wind and thunder, like a Wind and Thunder Sting, shooting towards Lin Chen.

Lin Chen’s sword accurately struck the flying sword, causing it to bend and forcing it to break through the Three-foot Sword Curtain and shoot towards Lin Chen’s body.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Ping and the others’ eyes lit up with excitement.

They broke through!

They got in!

Lin Chen stretched out his hand, grabbing the flying sword just as it was about to reach him.

Zhao Ping and the others’ eyes grew more excited.

This kid was panicking, actually trying to catch a flying sword with his hand! Wasn’t that seeking death?

A Golden Core trying to catch a Nascent Soul flying sword?

The middle-aged man’s eyes flashed with killing intent. He pointed his sword, attempting to guide the flying sword to cut off Lin Chen’s fingers.

The sword trembled but didn’t move.

The middle-aged man’s face changed drastically, and he waved his sword again. However, the flying sword in Lin Chen’s hand was like a dead snake, although it trembled slightly, it had no strength to struggle or fly out, let alone cut off Lin Chen’s fingers.

In just a moment, Lin Chen took a step forward and arrived in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man’s expression turned into panic and he flew to the side, not daring to block Lin Chen’s path.

Lin Chen took another step, arriving right in front of the dumbfounded Zhao Ping, slashing down with his sword.

The sword light was like snow, and the sword qi was fierce.

Zhao Ping’s face changed drastically, and he screamed, hurling his body backward. He no longer cared about Fang Dao in front of him.

With one more step, Lin Chen stood in front of Fang Dao, turned, and smiled faintly at Zhao Ping: "I saved him. Are we even now?"