Chapter 789: Bone‑chilling pain!

The surrounding thugs……were completely enraged by his bloody and ruthless methods,

But the thugs were also shaken to the core, trembling deep inside.

The thugs still gritted their teeth……fearlessly throwing themselves in successive waves of attack.

A thug on the right seized the opening, gripping a short dagger, lowered his body, and thrust swiftly at Lin Yuan's vital waist and abdomen, the blade tip flashing with icy light, extremely fast.

Just as the blade tip was about to touch his clothing,

Lin Yuan's bodily perception was stretched to the limit, his posture suddenly fluidly sidestepping, precisely avoiding this lethal thrust.

The sharp blade tip scraped his side clothing, lifting only a thread of torn fabric, completely missing.

In the instant he evaded the attack, Lin Yuan pushed off with his feet, lunging forward, instantly closing face‑to‑face, and the left hook, gathering all his remaining brute strength, exploded!

Bang!!

A deafening, earth‑shaking boom exploded!

Lin Yuan's solid fist……violently smashed onto that thug's face.

This punch, its terrifying force……instantly poured out completely.

The thug sprayed a scarlet line of blood in mid‑air, then slammed heavily into the corridor wall several meters away, the wall shuddering violently; he slid limp to the floor, utterly devoid of life.

One punch shattered the face, one punch took a life.

At this moment, the overwhelming brutal force was displayed in full gore within the narrow, bloody corridor, filling every approaching thug with chilling dread, none daring to rush forward.

Amid the chaotic crowd, a burly thug……seized the opening when Lin Yuan's old injury tugged and his movements slowed slightly.

The thug's eyes blood‑red, both hands gripping the Long Sword, he leapt up,

The thug's blade edge glowed with icy light, accompanied by a sharp sound as it split the air, descending straight to cleave Lin Yuan's vital neck!

This strike's angle was tricky, its force brutal—purely a killing move aimed at beheading with one blow.

The blade edge……was only a cun away from Lin Yuan's neck, the chill of death pressing close to his flesh, even his hairs fluttered slightly under the fierce wind of the blade.

Lin Yuan's face showed no trace of panic, only an icy, frozen calm,

Even though his stamina was exhausted and his body riddled with heavy wounds, his combat instinct remained far beyond ordinary.

At the critical moment, Lin Yuan raised his hand and shot forward; his right hand, covered in blood scabs and wounds, suddenly locked onto the target.

Lin Yuan precisely……grasped the swiftly descending sharp blade!

A clear 'clang' rang out!

The sharp blade……was jammed hard in Lin Yuan's palm, the tremendous chopping force abruptly halted,

The blade tip……was only a millimeter from Lin Yuan's neck skin, barely stopping before the lethal position; a hair's breadth meant death or oblivion.

The high‑speed descending blade struck with immense force, instantly tearing open Lin Yuan's already scarred palm.

Force—a fierce heavy punch smashed hard into the thug's right cheek!

Bang!

A heavy, dull impact shook the eardrums, followed clearly by the sound of breaking bones!

The thug who had still been struggling……instantly lost all ability to exert force,

The thug's throat emitted a hoarse, broken gasp, and he could no longer maintain a standing posture.

Endless blood gushed wildly from his mouth, nose, and neck wound.

The thug's body went utterly limp, like a ragdoll with its strings cut, flung sideways violently.

The thug slammed hard into the corridor's hard wall, rebounded into the pool of blood below, his limbs twitching twice, then completely devoid of life.

The dense crowd kept pressing forward wave after wave, showing not the slightest hesitation despite the mounting casualties.

Several concealed bodyguard assassins completely lost patience, no longer engaging in melee, each drawing their waist‑mounted guns.

Their pitch‑black muzzles instantly locked onto the blood‑soaked, fighting Lin Yuan, without hesitation they pulled the trigger in succession!

Bang bang bang——!!

The urgent, piercing gunfire suddenly tore through the corridor's clamor of combat!

Scorching bullets, accompanied by a sharp whistling as they tore through the air, shot densely toward Lin Yuan from all sides!

Gun muzzle flashes flickered in succession, and gunpowder smoke instantly filled the narrow corridor.

Swish—several afterimages flickered past; countless bullets narrowly grazed his shoulders and back.

The missed bullets showed no pause, piercing straight through gaps in the crowd and violently slamming into the few thugs behind who couldn't dodge in time.

Lin Yuan, standing in the midst of the crowd, had his vision blurred by blood and sweat, yet the death‑instinct rooted deep in his marrow remained clear and sharp.

Sensing the lethal intent of the aimed guns, his whole body tensed instantly; his wounded frame surged with force, executing an extreme sideways roll close to the ground.

The chaotic crowd devolved into a tangled mass, pushing and shoving front‑to‑back, left‑to‑right, while the concealed assassins remained cold and numb,

They completely disregarded their own side's casualties, frenziedly pulling the trigger, bullets pouring down like a downpour, vowing to riddle Lin Yuan with gunfire.

Pfft‑pfft!!

Several muffled blasts of exploding flesh rang out in succession; at close range the bullets' penetrative power was extreme, instantly punching through the torsos, chests, and limbs of several thugs.

Taking advantage of the brief respite offered by corpses blocking the gunfire, Lin Yuan gritted his teeth, squeezed out the last vestige of strength, and surged forward fiercely through the hail of bullets.

His killing intent had already boiled over; Lin Yuan's eyes were icy and detached, gripping the still‑warm pistol, he swiftly swiveled the muzzle and fired continuously at the thugs closing in from all sides.

But the sea of people in this upper‑level corridor seemed endless, impossible to slaughter completely.

Bullets howled through the air, each finding its mark; the few thugs at the front were hit in succession—either shot in the leg and collapsing, or pierced through the chest and killed—falling one after another, clearing a temporary blank space ahead of him.

The intense, prolonged melee left Lin Yuan……with multiple penetrating blade wounds and a severely torn palm.

Added to prolonged massive blood loss, it finally overwhelmed Lin Yuan's physical limits completely.

The thugs behind……stepped on their companions' corpses, waded through pools of blood, and kept rushing forward in an endless frenzy.

The endless tide of people completely sealed off every retreat, giving Lin Yuan no chance to breathe or recover.

Lin Yuan's vision began to flicker dark and blur.

His vision swarmed with densely packed figures, layer upon layer overlapping, dizziness like a tide wildly sweeping his mind, and every limb and bone felt bone‑deep fatigue and excruciating pain.

His formerly taut arm… began to shudder uncontrollably, a slight tremor.

Lin Yuan's gun‑holding fingertip… gradually loosened, his whole body sore and weak, each breath bringing tearing pain, the metallic sweetness rising in his chest almost to burst forth.

He still clenched his teeth, forcing himself to stand on the last thread of will… rooted in the center of the blood pool.

Lin Yuan's spine remained straight, but anyone could see that the Blood‑Soaked Killing God's stamina had been utterly exhausted.

Lin Yuan, having lost too much blood, was about to reach his limit.

His body, pushed to the absolute limit of overdraft… finally began to collapse completely.

His muscles spasmed and trembled uncontrollably, every inch of bone and sinew sending sore, tearing pain; the once overbearing, fierce punch and kick power plummeted, his punching speed and kicking explosiveness visibly slowed, the once‑blurred, after‑image footwork turned sluggish and heavy, each basic motion—raising a hand, taking a step—now demanding several times his strength, his mobility utterly crippled by grave injury and blood loss.

His vision flickered black and white, a mad ringing filled his skull, the external shouts, gunfire, and bone‑cracks grew muffled and distant, his limbs felt as heavy as if filled with a thousand‑jin of lead, barely able to support his own body.

Yet the endless wave of attackers showed no mercy, seizing Lin Yuan's weak opening like beasts scenting blood, they surged forward in relentless, frenzied waves, the dense crowd tightening again, blades and clubs raised, they bore down on the collapsing Lin Yuan, hoping to lock him down and bleed the Killing God to death in the corridor.

Seeing several machetes and iron bars swinging simultaneously at his head and vital spots, with no way to dodge or retreat, a flash of extreme ruthlessness crossed Lin Yuan's eyes.

He would not allow himself to fall here; Qin Bore awaited him in the forward suite—he could not die, nor could he afford to lose.

In a flash, Lin Yuan endured the tearing pain throughout his body, his drooping hand darted to the pile of corpses beside him, his fingertips precisely feeling out, he forcibly pulled several blood‑stained Silver Needles from the corpses of the attackers previously killed instantly by the needles.

The cold, tiny Silver Needles settled in his palm; Lin Yuan clenched his teeth, tongue pressed hard against the gums, forcing down the rising metallic sweetness in his throat.

Lin Yuan raised his hand, swift and resolute, ignoring the agonizing pain of piercing the points, he gripped the sharp Silver Needles and drove them hard into several vital energy points on his body.

One, two, three… the icy Silver Needles all entered the points, sinking deep into flesh and muscle, precisely stimulating the latent energy meridians throughout his body.

At this moment, Lin Yuan invoked the ultimate secret of Hard Qi Gong in traditional Chinese medicine—the Yanluo Pagoda.

By locking the points with Silver Needles and forcibly stimulating the body's latent potential, he broke through the innate limits of stamina and blood.

Lin Yuan was squeezing every ounce of strength sealed deep within his flesh—a forbidden art that turns death into life.

The instant the Silver Needles entered his body, a violent, scorching surge erupted from the points, rushing wildly along his meridians.

Lin Yuan's formerly exhausted, feeble flesh… was instantly filled with violent power.

His slack muscles… suddenly tightened and exploded, the depleted qi and blood surging violently and rapidly.

Lin Yuan's formerly sluggish speed, feeble strength, and blurred senses—at this moment underwent a supreme transformation!

Lin Yuan's vision… instantly cleared; every motion of the swarming attackers, the arc of their blades, the openings in their punches, were all infinitely slowed in his sight, perfectly distinct.

His hearing fully recovered; the faint rustle of wind, the enemy's breaths, the whine of weapons cleaving air—every detail stood out sharply.

Lin Yuan… his battle‑power, on the verge of extinction, was completely restored to full health and even surpassed his peak, a crushing, domineering force once again flooding his limbs and bones!

Though it was a forcibly overdrawn, dying body, Lin Yuan at this moment… erupted with an awe‑inspiring, terrifying aura that shook the entire arena.

His blood‑soaked figure stood firm in the center of the blood pool; a deathly yet violent killing intent burst forth, silencing the clamor of the corridor's battle in an instant.