Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 151 - 12 Retreat, Retreat, Retreat

Chapter 151: Chapter 12 Retreat, Retreat, Retreat

"You?"

Upon hearing the excited voice by his ear, Wang Dong widened his odd eyes, his heart in shock.

Poof!

Wang Dong suddenly spat a mouthful of blood.

He felt as if a thousand-pound rock was pressing down on his chest, with his Qi-Blood like boiling steam, forcefully pushing against his throat and the roof of his mouth, spewing out.

The blood was then frozen by the cold air, turning into a red blood mist.

But Wang Dong had no time to observe, only catching sight of the iron fist that had landed on his chest already being withdrawn.

With his martial cultivation at the Condensed Yuan third grade, he was no weak hand. His muscle reflex forced him to drag his saber back, hoping to slice a path of survival with its sharp edge.

But he overestimated his body’s endurance and reaction speed while underestimating Lin Yuan’s swift movement technique.

"You struck me once, I’ll let you take a strike as well."

The excited voice sounded in Wang Dong’s ear.

Wang Dong finally locked his gaze on Lin Yuan, only to see that Lin Yuan had somehow appeared at his side.

"A saber?"

Despite his severe injury and while exerting his saber skills with all his might to seize the initiative, Wang Dong was stunned to see Lin Yuan’s empty hands.

No saber, how to make him take a strike?

No weapon, how to use a saber. Wang Dong forcibly tried to muster up energy to drag his saber back to counter, but instantly his hair stood on end, alarms ringing in his heart.

Because Lin Yuan’s figure suddenly disappeared.

In the next moment, Wang Dong’s vision changed abruptly, he felt as though he could see a red blood sword spurting continuously from his neck—whose body could that be if not his?

It was only in that moment he realized, he had actually been beheaded by Lin Yuan, before Wang Dong’s consciousness completely faded, plunging into darkness.

"With no weapon, why, why can he unleash such intense saber intent!" Before his death, Wang Dong’s mind remained profoundly baffled.

Lin Yuan wiped the blood stains from his hand on Wang Dong’s body, saw the large head flying off, and smiled.

"A hand is not a saber?"

His martial dao intention was at a realm of nothingness, capable of wielding any blade according to his will. The intense saber intent was even more maneuverable than ordinary sabers and swords.

As the saying goes, the sea embraces all rivers, tolerance is grandeur; a towering rock stands without desires. It reflects that a person is fearless when devoid of desires.

This is akin to the Canglan Realm’s realm of nothingness, with a similar formality. The so-called greatness, the so-called firmness, all reflect one’s martial cultivation intent, reaching a level sharper than any saber.

It’s like verbal confrontations, killing without a trace.

As Wang Dong’s head fell to the ground, Nie Hongyuan and Xue Wan swiftly dashed over the rubble, reaching within three zhang of Lin Yuan in an instant.

The two bore expressions of ease, but upon seeing Wang Dong’s headless body slowly collapse, they immediately halted in disbelief.

The sight showed Lin Yuan taking Wang Dong’s saber from the fallen hands.

Thud.

The body fell, sinking into the thick snow. Warm blood continued to spew from the wound, staining the white snow crimson.

"Wang Dong is dead?" Shock rose in Nie Hongyuan’s heart, doubting his own eyes: "Are there others lying in ambush?"

Nie Hongyuan heightened his vigilance, his energy constantly sensing around for anyone hidden. After a breath, seeing no trace of others striking.

"There’s only one possibility!" Nie Hongyuan’s gaze fell on Lin Yuan’s right hand gripping the saber, eyes sizing up: "Wang Dong, whose martial cultivation was at the same Condensed Yuan third grade as them, was killed by Lin Yuan in just a single breath!"

"In a breath, took down Wang Dong!"

Even having reached the Condensed Yuan third level, where external temperatures barely affect a Martial Artist, Nie Hongyuan couldn’t help but shiver.

He only felt a chill rising from his feet, rushing to his head.

"I misjudged. I misjudged." Nie Hongyuan couldn’t help but shout inwardly: "It’s not that Ouyang Xing is too weak, or that Lu Hualiang is an embroidered pillow, but rather Lin Yuan is too strong, far beyond their estimation!"

"Old Nie!"

Xue Wan followed up, astonished, and then gasped.

The cold wind howled, snowflakes swirled down.

The two looked in fright as Lin Yuan took the saber and slowly walked towards them.

"Lin Yuan isn’t at the initial Condensed Yuan stage, he might have advanced to the mid-stage!" Nie Hongyuan’s throat was dry, eyes fixed on Lin Yuan’s slim figure.

Had they not forced a move, they would never have thought that Lin Yuan hid this deeply.

Xue Wan and Nie Hongyuan exchanged a glance, seeing each other’s thoughts reflected in their pupils.

"With such power, we cannot contend, retreat, retreat!" Nie Hongyuan’s heart filled with dread, gritting his teeth in suggestion.

The gap between the mid and initial Condensed Yuan stages might be greater than between the Condensed Yuan and Qi-Blood realm. They joined the Hong family’s guard to capitalize on the chaos, not to die in vain.

Even if the Hong family pursued them afterwards, abandoning wives and children to flee would be better than being struck down on the spot.

Xue Wan gave an imperceptible nod, but his heart was in his throat.

"Retreat, retreat. Seize every chance to flee!"

Xue Wan felt as though another voice continuously reminded him to seize every chance to escape this place, far from this terrifying figure.

As the duo urgently activated their Qi to retreat.

Xue Wan’s eyes suddenly felt the sky darkening.

Unnoticed, Lin Yuan’s figure had silently appeared beside Nie Hongyuan.

"Old Nie!"

Xue Wan’s eyes widened, wanting to shout a warning. Yet it was as if his throat was blocked by something invisible, rendering him voiceless.

In Xue Wan’s vision, it seemed that everything fell into a moment of stillness. Falling snow, rubble, the cold wind, everything seemed to stop except for one exception.

In this frozen space, Lin Yuan remained freely active.

In his sight, Nie Hongyuan suddenly reached out to block, intending to deflect the blade’s path before it pierced his heart.

But then, the saber’s speed abruptly surged, as if driven by another force.

The saber in Lin Yuan’s hands moved like a snake striking.

This level of saber technique left Nie Hongyuan caught off guard, watching helplessly as the icy blade plunged into his chest.

"Hm?! So fast!"

Nie Hongyuan let out a muffled hum, his face full of astonishment and bafflement.

Lin Yuan simply tipped the saber forward, stabbing into Nie Hongyuan’s heart.

White in, red out, blood dripping along the blade’s edge.

"Such a cold, sharp blade."

Nie Hongyuan only felt the rampant Qi on the blade incessantly quenching his heart and lungs.

Thud.

It was Nie Hongyuan falling flat, devoid of breath.

"You?"

Xue Wan stood gaping, as if seeing a ghost in daylight, utterly disbelieving.

A distance of three zhang, though not long, demands a breath to cover. Yet what did he see? Just when they harbored intentions to retreat, it took merely an instant.

Lin Yuan had already arrived next to them from three zhang away, with Nie Hongyuan utterly defenseless against Lin Yuan’s long saber.

Especially with his supernatural saber technique.

Xue Wan was certain that had the saber not mysteriously extended two inches, Nie Hongyuan would have surely blocked that fatal strike.

But no more talk, Lin Yuan’s power was too terrifying, Nie Hongyuan was dead beyond any chance.

Within just two breaths, Lin Yuan finished two people with a saber each.

"What are you?"

"Do you have some complaint against me?"

Lin Yuan focused his gaze on Xue Wan, brimming with excitement.