Chapter 813: A Kick Over
Chapter 813: Chapter 813: A Kick Over
Fang Lin sneered, “I don’t want to lay a hand on you people, yet you insist on provoking me.”
Upon hearing these words, Ling Zhongru and the others’ eyes suddenly became fierce.
“What? Do you, Fang Lin, really intend to take on all of us? Don’t you think you’re being a bit too arrogant?” Ling Zhongru scoffed, convinced that Fang Lin was merely bluffing. Even if Fang Lin were strong, it was impossible for him to fight them all at the same time, he thought.
Huang Yao and several others looked at Fang Lin with some concern. Given the situation, even if Fang Lin was outstanding in strength, the number of opponents was overwhelming; it was a classic case of being outnumbered.
“It’s not that I’m arrogant, but rather you are too arrogant. I dare to fight even those with Spirit Bones, whereas you guys in my eyes, are nothing but trash,” the smile on Fang Lin’s face vanished, replaced with deep disdain and contempt.
“You!” Ling Zhongru and the others were immediately furious. Fang Lin dared to belittle them so openly, calling them trash. This was something nobody could tolerate.
“Scram!” Fang Lin bellowed angrily, his surging aura bursting forth, creating thunderous roars as it swept over the crowd before him.
Ling Zhongru, who bore the brunt of it, was struck by Fang Lin’s aura, and his expressions changed drastically as he stumbled back repeatedly.
The other dozen or so Hall Master Descendants were also in bad shape, staggering about as if swept by a fierce wind.
“Even Duan Hongyan and her two companions were dealt with by me. You guys are nothing but chickens and dogs,” Fang Lin stepped forward, and his immense Inner Strength transformed into a colossal Heaven Step, ruthlessly stomping down toward Ling Zhongru and the rest.
This terrified Ling Zhongru and the others, each of them looking horrified. They were all Heavenly Origin Martial Artists, who didn’t possess a single Spirit Vein, yet the might of Fang Lin’s stomp was stronger than even that of ordinary Spirit Vein Martial Artists.
“Let’s join forces to withstand it!” Ling Zhongru shouted, taking the lead as his Inner Strength surged out to meet the terrifying giant foot.
The others didn’t dare to hold back either, exerting their best skills, or summoning treasures to resist Fang Lin.
Unfortunately for them, they were facing Fang Lin, a freak who could beat a Spirit Vein Martial Artist at will.
The giant foot slammed down with immense force and an unstoppable momentum, instantly suppressing Ling Zhongru and the others.
Ling Zhongru and the rest fell to the ground, a mess of bodies, each coughing up blood. A few of the weaker Hall Master Descendants had a withered aura, obviously sustaining serious injuries.
Though Ling Zhongru was the most outstanding among them, he was merely at the Ninth Layer of Heavenly Origin and took the brunt of the attack. His internal organs felt as if they had shifted, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood in distress.
This sight left Huang Yao, Sun Zhenghai, and others behind Fang Lin dumbstruck, staring in stunned silence.
Helplessly, it was simply too terrifying; that Heaven Step had directly flattened Ling Zhongru and the other dozen or so Hall Master Descendants. How staggering were Fang Lin’s strength and methods?
Beyond the pain in their bodies, the minds of Ling Zhongru and the others were utterly confused.
What was going on? The dozen of them grouped together were all overturned by a single kick from Fang Lin?
Ling Zhongru and the others couldn’t believe the outcome. They were unwilling to admit that they were so weak that they couldn’t even withstand a single move from Fang Lin.
But the reality was right there. Even if they didn’t want to believe it, Ling Zhongru and his comrades had to face the result.
“Have you had enough?” Fang Lin didn’t continue to attack them, but asked in a nonchalant tone.
His question made the faces of Ling Zhongru and the others turn ugly. Each of them felt disgraced, wishing they could immediately burrow into a hole in the ground.
It was utterly humiliating. A group of them had gathered together, originally intending to ostracize Fang Lin, to intimidate him into backing down, yet they had not expected Fang Lin to be so aggressive. Without any fear of their numbers, he simply marched up and delivered a kick, leaving them instantly aware of Fang Lin’s prowess.
“You dare to lift a hand against us? You’re really bringing disaster upon yourself!” Ling Zhongru bellowed, his face turning red as if he were embarrassed and angry.
Fang Lin merely responded with an “Oh”, devoid of any courtesy. Like a ghostly specter, he appeared in front of Ling Zhongru. Without further ado, he picked him up.
Seeing this, the others were all terrified, retreating for fear that Fang Lin, the madman, would do something crazed.
“What are you going to do? I warn you, you’ve provoked the Ling Family. If you’re insolent with me, you’ll have no place in the Pill Alliance!” Ling Zhongru snarled menacingly. Even while being held aloft by Fang Lin, he remained incredibly arrogant.
Fang Lin shook his head repeatedly, looking at Ling Zhongru with pity in his eyes, “Are the brains of those born into noble families prone to problems? Still unable to see the situation before you, killing you would be no different to killing an ant to me.”
Ling Zhongru sneered, “You can’t kill me, and moreover, the Ling Family has already started dealing with you. If you realize your mistake and go to the Ling Family to kowtow and apologize, perhaps the Ling Family might still spare you.”
Fang Lin snorted. His disgust for the man grew stronger. Without another word, he reached directly into the man’s chest.
Right after that, Fang Lin held Ling Zhongru’s Life Talisman in his hand.
At this moment, Ling Zhongru instantly panicked. With his Life Talisman in Fang Lin’s control, his own life was no longer secure.
“Now, do you still feel like being tough?” Fang Lin asked with a smile that was not quite a smile, deliberately dangling the Life Talisman in front of Ling Zhongru.
Ling Zhongru’s face went red. He didn’t dare to utter a word at all. With his Life Talisman taken by Fang Lin, his life-preserving item was gone, and Fang Lin could easily kill him.
“Fang Lin, I… I dare not anymore,” Ling Zhongru said with head lowered and teeth clenched.
Heaven knows how mortifying it was for Ling Zhongru to bow to Fang Lin, but what could be more mortifying than losing his life? Was he still afraid of losing face?
Fang Lin laughed, tossed Ling Zhongru to the ground, and also threw the Life Talisman back to him.
“Hold on to your Life Talisman well, don’t let me take it again,” Fang Lin said, stepping past Ling Zhongru.
Ling Zhongru and his companions remained silent, watching Fang Lin walk toward the stele, unsure whether to stay or go.
Seeing this, Huang Yao and three others immediately followed Fang Lin, feeling quite vindicated.
“Ling, we…” A Hall Master Descendant looked towards Ling Zhongru.
Ling Zhongru clenched his teeth, gripping the Life Talisman tightly in his hand, but said nothing.
“Do you still have the face to remain here?” Fang Lin turned his head back, giving them a mocking glance.
Ling Zhongru was the first to stand up and walk away without looking back.
The others, too, departed in a sorry state, not one staying behind.
How could they have the face to stay? They had previously attempted to edge out Fang Lin, trying to force him to leave, only to be floored by a kick from him. The loss of face was truly immense.