Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 243 - 17 Identity

Chapter 243: Chapter 17 Identity

Ding Yu stared blankly at the towering figure.

With each breath the other took, it felt as though he couldn’t stop trembling.

When did he become someone remembered by so many powerful figures? He was just a small Gang Leader of the Cloud Ring Gang.

Ding Yu smiled wryly, maintaining a respectful demeanor: "Senior, this is the Incense Guide of the Qu Xiang Sect, named Chi Ziqin."

At this moment, Chi Ziqin had been completely subdued.

"Qu Xiang Sect? Is there such a sect in Baiyan City? How have I never heard of it?" After careful consideration, he confirmed he hadn’t heard of this force.

Ding Yu noticed Lin Yuan’s confusion and hurriedly explained: "Sir, Qu Xiang Sect members are like underground rats, detested by the authorities of Baiyan City and other towns, everyone shouts to catch them."

"This person’s identity as the Incense Guide of the Qu Xiang Sect is responsible for recruiting newcomers, and is the lowest level of envoy in the sect."

Lin Yuan nodded at this, squeezing with his large hand.

Chi Ziqin let out a scream: "Who are you? Who sent you?"

Chi Ziqin struggled continuously, despite the pain in his body, but behind the mask, his eyes were full of malice: "Dare to disrupt the grand plans of the Divine Sect—The offering has come. I will make sure you cannot live or die."

The figure ignored this threat, speaking indifferently: "Tell me what you know, and perhaps I can grant you a swift death."

Saying that, the force in his hand increased suddenly, making it nearly impossible for Chi Ziqin to think.

Behind the mask, Chi Ziqin’s face contorted, and he roared madly: "You have mistaken me for Ding Yu. You must be from the Xuri Martial Academy. Our Divine Sect aims to kill all of you family dogs."

Lin Yuan frowned slightly, gently exerting force to crush his opponent’s throat.

Too noisy.

This kind of fanatic is akin to a madman, somewhat unreasonable. The yelling in the ear was annoying.

Lin Yuan turned his head, looking at Ding Yu with a horse face: "Why did he come to find you?"

"To report, sir, he came for two reasons. One was to recruit me into the sect, but that was just an excuse. The real purpose was to have me kill a disciple of the Xuri Martial Academy, the new magistrate of Black Dragon Pool, Lin Yuan."

"Kill Lin Yuan?"

Upon hearing this, the towering figure chuckled coldly, reverting to a normal state.

A handsome and slender figure appeared in the eyes of the two.

"Do you recognize me?" Lin Yuan looked at Ding Yu, a trace of a smile appearing in his gaze.

Ding Yu mustered up courage, raising his head. He saw the other man’s face was extremely young, no different from the young prodigies in the academy.

After a moment of scrutiny, Ding Yu lowered his head and clasped his fists: "Sir, please forgive my ignorance for failing to recognize your identity."

Lin Yuan snorted, lifting Chi Ziqin and bringing him closer to his face: "He even asked you to kill me. How come you didn’t recognize me?"

"You, you are, Lin, Lin Yuan!"

Ding Yu’s pupils suddenly contracted, feeling as though his heart had stopped beating.

This young man before him, with such terrifying strength, was actually a newly joined disciple of the academy.

It was simply unbelievable.

And the barely living Chi Ziqin still had a trace of clarity in his mind.

But upon hearing the name Lin Yuan, his body stiffened instantly. He strained to turn his head, looking at that young face.

"You, you are actually Lin Yuan?" A weak voice transmitted from his throat, tinged with disbelief.

"You hid so deeply. We, we all underestimated you." Chi Ziqin’s eyes widened, full of unwillingness.

With such terrifying strength, even someone like him, the Incense Guide, couldn’t put up even a slight resistance.

What’s the secret behind Lin Yuan?

But Lin Yuan only smiled faintly.

Crack!

Chi Ziqin’s head drooped down.

The crisp sound made Ding Yu’s body tremble too.

Casually tossing the corpse aside, Lin Yuan’s gaze fell back in front of the other person.

"Do you know why I came to find you?" Lin Yuan’s voice was extremely calm.

Thump.

Ding Yu was greatly shaken, immediately kneeling down.

"Sir, it’s my blindness for not recognizing a great personage. I beg your forgiveness for my disrespect."

After speaking, Ding Yu’s forehead knocked onto the ground repeatedly.

Lin Yuan looked at the posture of the other party indifferently, seeing his groveling, completely devoid of any arrogance.

This is reality, if you don’t show strength, if you don’t project power, obstacles are everywhere.

Lin Yuan remained silent, as if he hadn’t heard Ding Yu’s plea.

Ding Yu dared not stop for a moment. He knocked his head like pounding garlic, even his knees sinking into the ground creating a concave pit.

Like a chick pecking rice grains, tears and mucus covered Ding Yu’s face: "Sir, it was my lack of judgment. Tomorrow, I will personally lead the guard to your door to apologize. Please be magnanimous and let me go."

Ding Yu looked pleadingly, displaying extreme humility.

At this moment, he understood in his heart, since Lin Yuan personally came and didn’t kill him right away, he must be seeking the appropriate attitude.

"From now on, the Cloud Ring Gang will strictly see you as its leader, if you command east, I won’t dare go west."

Under his continuous pleading, seeing the young man’s indifferent attitude slightly ease, he breathed a sigh of relief inside.

"Tomorrow, I want everyone in Black Dragon Pool to know you’re coming to apologize." Lin Yuan looked down at Ding Yu, who was begging for his life at his feet, his voice calm: "I want to see the needed results."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Ding Yu bowed his head and agreed.

"Regarding my situation, unless asked by someone else, don’t spread it, I have my plans."

Once he raised his head again, the young figure had disappeared.

After standing respectfully for about half an incense stick’s time to confirm Lin Yuan’s departure, Ding Yu dared to move.

Taking a deep breath again, Ding Yu finally calmed down.

If it weren’t for Chi Ziqin’s corpse lying beside him, he would have thought it was all an illusion.

Lin Yuan, someone who had only been in the academy for a month, crushed a Qu Xiang Sect Incense Guide.

It wasn’t a struggle with all cards laid out, barely winning a fight. It was a complete domination.

What’s the concept here? It means Lin Yuan must be approaching the level of condensing nearly forty acupoints to achieve such a state.

The tale is too wild even for a ghost story!

Entering the academy, in a month, condensing forty acupoints. What kind of terrifying talent is this? Even if he started training early, forty acupoints at this age is a realm others may never reach in a lifetime.

Someone like himself had to exert every effort to condense sixteen acupoints.

Could it be, this Lin Yuan is the second Lu Rong?

The more Ding Yu recalled the battle scene, the more terrifying it seemed. It was like Lu Rong’s dominance then, a genius reappearing in Black Dragon Pool.

"No, he’s even more extraordinary than Lu Rong!" Ding Yu gasped.

When Lu Rong came to Black Dragon Pool, he also appeared unyielding and emerged from this place.

"Damn it, who spread the word that the Yunyin lineage is about to decline!"

"Lin Yuan must be the last disciple cultivated in secret by the Changmei Daoist for a long time, another prodigy both in temperament and talent." The more Ding Yu thought, the more it made sense. He slapped his thigh: "Hell, what about He Run, ranked in the top hundred of the Zheguang lineage?"

"In front of Lin Yuan, they’re not even fit to carry his shoes!"

Ding Yu’s thoughts flew a thousand ways, determined to hold onto Lin Yuan’s powerful support tightly.

He missed Lu Rong, and cannot afford to miss Lin Yuan.

"Someone, come."

With this realization, Ding Yu shouted.

Outside the courtyard, the deputy Gang Leader and several Hall Master who had been observing eagerly rushed in.

Seeing the garden in disarray, they couldn’t help but be surprised.

Ding Yu ignored them, shouting: "Go up the mountain and cut some brambles—the ones with the longest and sharpest thorns. There will be generous rewards."

At this moment, a Hall Master walked up, flatteringly said: "Leader, tomorrow is the seventh day. Are you planning to send these to Lin Yuan, make him kneel on the thorns to ask for forgiveness?"

Hearing this, others couldn’t help but laugh too.

But as they laughed, they saw the Gang Leader giving them a menacing stare.

Slap!

A slap landed on the back of that Hall Master’s head.

"Is Lin Yuan a name you can casually shout?" Ding Yu reprimanded.

Everyone was stunned.

What nerve was hit to make the Gang Leader switch? Not long ago he called Lin Yuan just some whelp, now he addresses him as Lin Da Ren.

Slap!

Another slap.

"What are you all standing around for, hurry up. If I hear anyone dare speak ill of Lin Da Ren behind his back, don’t blame me for not being sentimental."

Ding Yu’s energy surged, instantly awakening everyone.