Chapter 8

Faster!

Without any warning, at the very moment the thug raised his hand, Lin Yu directly kicked out a front thrust—immense force made the thug's abdomen emit a 'crack!'

The expected flying kick never happened; instead, the thug spat blood and collapsed straight down.

"…"

Lin Yu silently sidestepped, avoiding much of the blood, but still got splattered with plenty.

"…"

And this strike caused Wang Yase, far away, to slightly narrow his eyes.

Such immense force!

Logically,

a front thrust should have kicked the man flying; when force impacts the abdomen, there's a cushioning effect, creating inertia that sends the body reeling backward, producing the classic flying-kick scene—the greater the force, the farther the flight.

But this…

one kick, and you hear bones snapping—that's the true expression of force pushed to its extreme!

Force Break!

This is the ultimate manifestation of force: this kick shattered the thug's internal cushioning, turning his entire body into the buffer—meaning the force had to be absorbed by his whole frame. If it had been even harsher, his five viscera and six bowels would have been shattered instantly.

Brutal!

Even Wang Yase couldn't help but be stunned.

Where did this ruthless bastard come from?

"Attack!"

"Get him, you bastards!"

And the thug beside them, Black Dog, clenched his teeth and growled.

"Fuck, where did this brat come from!"

"Take him out!"

"Attack!"

"Attack!"

The sky gradually darkened.

Snarling, brutal shouts filled the alley.

Countless figures.

Charged toward Lin Yu.

"…"

Lin Yu's expression was calm, his gaze fixed ahead.

In an instant,

the entire field of vision ahead was filled with men; even left, right, and behind, he was instantly surrounded—the thugs swung sticks, cleavers, and slashed at him!

Directly forming…

Surrounded!

Scene.

Utterly oppressive.

Boom!

Lin Yu stepped forward slowly, then kicked out another front thrust at extreme speed—this time, his force didn't make the thug fall, but sent him flying backward at terrifying velocity, crashing into the thugs beside and behind him, toppling them all in a chain!

Lin Yu walked slowly toward this opening; another thug attacked from his left, swinging a stick, raising his left hand high to bring it down hard!

But in his eyes, the thug's attack moved like a slow slideshow.

Boom!

His eyes cold, his movement was astonishingly fast—he drove a rising elbow forward, striking the thug's chin before his hand could even descend!

"Puh…"

The thug flew straight up into the air, crashing backward!

Shh!

Behind him, a cleaver slashed toward his back!

Lin Yu tilted his body slightly sideways, didn't turn his head, and shoved his elbow backward—the immense force made his elbow feel like a blade, unleashing a muffled explosion of sound!

"Puh!"

The smell of blood spread around him; a mouthful of blood spewed from the thug, splattering Lin Yu.

"…"

No wasted words!

Lin Yu's strikes…

Were brutally ruthless!

With Fighting techniques enhancing him, his body became like steel, like a blade—upon contact, it was as if a piece of steel struck the enemy at a hundred meters per second; with this force and speed, even the simplest technique became a killing move!

Lin Yu's moves were simple!

When Fighting techniques are trained to their extreme, they are simplified!

It's not about how flashy your forms or techniques are—it's about using your own forms and techniques to strike the enemy's vulnerable spots, ensuring they're instantly incapacitated, half-dead, and unable to fight!

The human body has 108 vital acupoints; 72 are non-lethal, but 36 are the most deadly!

That is…

Death points!

Baihui!

Shenting!

Taiyang!

Renzhong...

Lin Yu's techniques and strikes all targeted the 108 vital acupoints, swiftly stripping the enemy of their ability to resist! Inflicting grave injuries!

This is the technique for fighting many against one!

Countless figures.

Countless thugs.

Armed with weapons.

They charged forward again, fierce and relentless, while Lin Yu stood at the alley's mouth, as if merged with the dimness of heaven and earth; as the last rays of the sun fell, shadows seemed to cloak Lin Yu's form, his expression cold, stepping forward step by step.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Blood.

Screams.

Around Lin Yu, blood appeared; his face remained calm, cold, his eyes fixed straight ahead—those charging thugs all fell to the ground with brutal, single strikes!

The smell of blood.

It hung in the air around Lin Yu and permeated his body!

Hit!

Hit!

Hit!

In Lin Yu's mind, only one word remained; though his eyes still looked calm, in an instant, his aura abruptly shifted.

"This..."

Wang Yase stood watching from the alley, but in an instant, his pupils sharply contracted.

"So strong..."

"Shaqi."

This was the first time Wang Yase truly sensed the presence of Shaqi!

Clearly.

The young man who had just leaned against the wall smoking, lazy and seemingly ordinary, but when he rose, first attacked, then was surrounded...

Aura.