Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 150 - 11: Revelation

Chapter 150: Chapter 11: Revelation

Lin Yuan carefully sensed the moment two Martial Artists at the peak of the Mid Condensation Yuan level clashed. Nie Lanhong and Xue Wan were already on the move, sidestepping the fighting duo, preparing to make a move against Lin Yuan.

But the battle between Shen Wanpo and Guan Long was fiercely intense, with each punch and kick kicking up clouds of dust.

Guan Long’s muscular frame was clearly defined, with Essence Qi coursing through him, causing his muscles to bulge magnificently, unleashing an enormous amount of Essence Qi. His punches were incredibly fierce, each swing carrying the momentum of thunder.

The two briefly parted, and Shen Wanpo swiftly dodged Guan Long’s thunderous punch.

Crack.

A half-meter thick wooden post was abruptly shattered by Guan Long’s punch.

"Heh! Where will you hide next?" Guan Long sneered coldly.

His steady and powerful footsteps seemed like a giant tree rooted in the earth, unshaken by wind or rain.

Boom, boom, boom!

Guan Long’s mountain-shaking punch waves were unstoppable, with dozens of fist shadows flickering in the blink of an eye, accompanied by thunderous rumbles, echoing continuously.

But facing such onslaught, Shen Wanpo remained unflustered.

He moved nimbly like a fleeing rabbit, weaving effortlessly through the shadows of Guan Long’s punches, his movement technique speed difficult to gauge. Shen Wanpo’s eyes gleamed sharply as if seeing through all of Guan Long’s changes. Meanwhile, his moves alternated between soft grace and fierce intensity.

While evading Guan Long’s broad and fierce attacks, he occasionally launched vicious moves, making Guan Long hesitant to go all out.

The two were locked in an intense struggle, neither able to overpower the other.

Crash.

A house pillar was broken, and the beam could no longer hold, collapsing with a roar.

But where Shen Wanpo and Guan Long were exchanging blows, it was as if an invisible whirlwind was slicing through everything around them.

As debris and rubble fell, they were instantly ground into dust by the powerful gusts.

For a moment, the area where the two fought was shrouded in dust, obscuring the battle from view.

Shen Wanpo, entangled by Guan Long, could no longer spare any attention for Lin Yuan.

"Heh!" Lin Yuan stepped backward out of the collapsing hall, letting out a cold laugh.

He saw Wang Dong and the others had already bypassed the spot where Shen Wanpo was fighting, rushing towards him.

He could see the situation clearly. The intentions of these people coming today weren’t just targeting the Zhu family martial arts school but also aimed at him. They came prepared, wanting to seize the opportunity to eliminate him.

"Perhaps I’ve already entered the plan of the higher-ups of the Hong family. And today’s probing is only the beginning!" Lin Yuan’s thoughts raced, his gaze cold and piercing.

As Wang Dong and his group got closer, he remained extraordinarily calm.

On the other side, upon seeing the house collapsing, Hong Wenli sidestepped to avoid it while conveying a message to Hong Huaiyun who had darted outside.

"Hong Huaiyun! Foolish!" Hong Wenli’s voice carried anger, her tone expressing disappointment: "Why haven’t you personally intervened? Do you think those three can take down Lin Yuan? If you don’t act now, when will you?"

When Lin Yuan had killed Lu Hualiang before, the ones truly shaken were Shen Wanpo, Hong Wenli, and her guard, Guan Long.

Because they all knew Lu Hualiang was no weakling. At the peak of the Second Condensation Yuan realm, carefully nurtured by Zhu Jiyi since childhood, his martial strength in the Qi-Blood stage was incredibly deep, not inferior to ordinary Third Condensation Yuan practitioners. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been qualified to enter her sight, let alone think about controlling the Hong family guards here.

Yet, Lu Hualiang couldn’t withstand even two moves from Lin Yuan, which indicated Lin Yuan’s strength was already comparable to someone in the Mid Condensation Yuan realm.

Could three ordinary Third Condensation Yuan practitioners really kill Lin Yuan?

She was planning to secretly ambush and capture Lin Yuan in one go. She hadn’t expected Hong Huaiyun to be so presumptuous, unable to see the situation clearly, sitting there with an air of confidence!

"Confidence in hand? More like ’confidence in bed’ is closer!" Hong Wenli dodged the falling roof, using the sudden snow and dust to hide her figure, she swiftly approached Lin Yuan while concealing her Essence Qi.

The current environment of flying dust and falling snow was perfect for concealing her presence.

Hong Huaiyun had just retreated to the periphery of the martial arts arena, his vision obstructed by dust. As he was preparing to observe closely, he heard Hong Wenli’s angry scolding in his ear.

"Me? Foolish? I need to act personally?"

"To deal with a mere Lin Yuan, do we really need four Condensation Yuan level three practitioners to mobilize?" Hong Huaiyun wondered in his heart: "Lu Hualiang was nothing but an embroidered pillow, falling to Lin Yuan’s hands was just par for the course."

Falling in less than two moves under Lin Yuan’s hands while putting on a convincing act before us, only to be exposed by Lin Yuan and immediately killed. It was all because Lu Hualiang was too weak. Didn’t see Lin Yuan using Shen Wanpo’s hand to kill Wang Dong just now?

Hong Huaiyun muttered to himself, yet he didn’t dare to defy Hong Wenli’s orders. The future pillar of the Hong family wasn’t something a collateral descendant like him could defy.

Hong Huaiyun collected his thoughts and, through the smoke and dust, headed vaguely towards Lin Yuan’s direction.

Atop a towering tree.

Watching the house collapse, smoke and dust rise. The thick snow, along with the spreading dust, completely blocked their line of sight.

Seeing the situation, Pei Shixin immediately realized things had spiraled out of his control.

"Not good!" Pei Shixin thought to himself: "No matter how much probing, Lin Yuan absolutely cannot withstand an assault by four or even five Condensation Yuan practitioners. And besides, there’s also Hong Wenli at the Mid Condensation Yuan level."

"Uncle Song, make your move."

Pei Shixin suppressed his inner turmoil, suddenly flashing forward.

Crack.

The Essence Qi under their feet exploded, breaking the thick branches, and the two of them shot like arrows towards where Lin Yuan was engaging.

"Who dares to scheme against the Pei family Pill Master!" Song Qixuan’s gruff voice roared out.

But before the voice could reach, Wang Dong and his group had already arrived before Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan remained still, his gaze tranquil.

Wang Dong, seeing this, sneered as though Lin Yuan had been thrown off by Guan Long’s sudden appearance.

"Want to take my head? Without a Mid Condensation Yuan protector, you’re nothing but a paper tiger!" Wang Dong sneered, dragging his long knife as Essence Qi stirred up heavy snow on the ground.

"I’ll take your head first! Eat my blade!" Wang Dong suddenly leapt up, wielding his blade with momentum.

Swish!

The long knife, imbued with Essence Qi, slashed straight down towards Lin Yuan’s head.

As the blade sliced through the air, it cleared the falling snow, ripping through like a vacuum, splitting the space itself in two.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan lowered his gaze slightly.

He looked past Wang Dong to see two figures, one tall and one short.

"Since you all want to test my limits, let me give you a little shock from a genius!"

"You all want to probe my limits! One against three, isn’t overboard!"

"Who says I’m not a genius?"

The knife shadow in the corner of Lin Yuan’s eye grew larger, a tinge of ferocity flickered through his mind.

Ha!

Wang Dong shouted angrily, his eyes full of ferocity. The rough blade shimmered like thunder, aiming to split Lin Yuan, head and all, in two.

Seeing Lin Yuan’s body seemingly intimidated by the mighty blade, frozen like a frightened quail, he didn’t move.

"Lu Hualiang was just putting on airs, being killed by a fool like Lin Yuan, a disgrace as a Martial Artist! Originally thought Lin Yuan was an expert, but under the intimidation of my blade intent, he offers no resistance." Wang Dong’s eyes bore disdain.

Then he laughed maniacally, but there was a more intense gleam in his eyes: "Hahaha, scared stiff! Now die!"

Bang!

The long knife crashed into the ground, leaving a three-foot-long scar.

"Missed?"

A shadow flashed at the corner of Wang Dong’s eye, but the tip of the embedded blade still quivered.

The strike of certainty seemed to have had no effect, leaving him briefly dumbfounded.

"Impossible!" A sudden chill struck Wang Dong’s heart.

Just a moment ago, Lin Yuan was only a foot away from his blade, there’s no way to dodge! Such speed, such a silent eruption, it was unprecedented.

"When fighting for life, contemplating life isn’t a good habit, my darling!"

A cheerful voice whispered in Wang Dong’s ear.