Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 85 - 73 Assassination

Chapter 85: Chapter 73 Assassination

Clang! Clang! Clang!

"The night is dry, be careful of fire hazards."

The watchman walked down the pitch-black street, beating his gong as he went and shouting.

As the watchman passed by, seven or eight men in short shirts emerged from the shadows of the street.

"Hall Master, this is the place. That boy should be among them. I’ve been watching his yard; the lights went out, and he hasn’t opened the door since." The short, wretched man whispered to the Hall Master ahead.

The Hall Master was dressed in a black training outfit, with bandages wrapped around his feet. He held a cold iron machete in his hand, his expression calm.

Looking from a distance at the door of Lin Yuan’s small courtyard, the Hall Master said, "Stay alert. This person’s skills are not weak; don’t let him escape."

Upon hearing this, the fierce men behind him couldn’t help but laugh, "Hall Master, we are the top fighters here. Unless it’s someone at the Condensed Essence level, no matter if he has three heads and six arms, he won’t escape from us."

"Hall Master, you stay behind us. Watch me twist that boy’s head around." Among the few people behind the Hall Master, a tall and strong man stepped forward and shouted.

Saying this, he bypassed the Hall Master, intending to stride towards Lin Yuan’s small courtyard.

"Wait!"

The Hall Master reached out to hold the man’s shoulder, making him pause.

"That boy has some tricks. Don’t be careless." The Hall Master advised, contemplating for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "The Deputy Gang Leader explained that this matter is unlike the others. We must succeed in one strike."

"This way, Liu Houzi, you sneak into the other’s courtyard first and open the door. Once we find his bedroom, end it with one stroke." The Hall Master’s eyes flashed with murderous intent as he waved towards the courtyard.

The latter understood instantly and stealthily sneaked in.

In Lin Yuan’s bedroom.

By the moonlight, faint outlines of the blankets could be seen, as if a young man lay asleep within.

"Creak!"

The bedroom door opened.

The Hall Master, along with a few men in short shirts, stealthily entered.

They approached the bed, and the Hall Master hefted the cold, menacing machete.

With a swift motion, he slashed down at the mound beneath.

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"Boys, tonight is our leader’s big happy day, cheers!" Bai Laizi led a group of hooligans, yelling and drinking in the hall.

Old man Wang watched this group, his face full of bitterness and desolation.

They called it a bride price, but it was all spent on eating and drinking for these people. And his daughter was part of the deal, which made his wife faint with anger, now lying unconscious on the bed.

Bang!

Bai Laizi slapped old man Wang heavily on the back.

With such force, old man Wang could hardly bear it; his frail body almost shattered from the blow.

"Old man, today is our leader’s big day, why the mourning face?" Bai Laizi sneered, his flabby face trembling, not caring about the old man’s life or death.

The originally pained face of old man Wang became unusually twisted.

This society was driving common folks who struggled to survive to madness.

"Everyone, we’re happy today, drink up!" On another table, a man in a red robe was about seventy percent drunk.

Seeing the time almost right, he lifted a large porcelain bowl, placing one foot on a chair, shouting, "I’ll finish this bowl first."

Gulp, gulp.

The man in the red robe drank deeply, his face flushed, "Your sister-in-law is still waiting for me. I’m off first. Hahaha."

"Hahaha, go ahead, leader!" The thugs in the hall laughed heartily.

The man in the red robe, already tipsy, staggered towards the inner room.

Old man Wang watched and clenched the dagger hidden in his hand tightly.

Seeing the man going inside, he wanted to follow.

"Hey!" Bai Laizi pulled old man Wang back, preventing him from leaving, "Old man, are you planning to peek into your daughter’s wedding chamber, not afraid of shame?"

"Hahaha." The thugs burst into laughter.

Seeing this, old man Wang realized he couldn’t follow.

His expression changed several times, and a steely determination appeared in his eyes.

"Ah!" Old man Wang cried out, "I’ll fight you all!"

He pulled out the dagger and lunged at Bai Laizi.

Bai Laizi, though drunk, hadn’t expected the sharp dagger to come at him and was momentarily caught off guard.

"You scared the hell out of me."

Yet, years of fighting honed his instincts. He kicked at old man Wang.

Old and weak, how could he withstand Bai Laizi?

Thud!

Old man Wang was kicked down by Bai Laizi, rolling aside and knocking over many tables and chairs.

"Old man, you want to die!" Bai Laizi sneered, sobering a bit.

Looking at the wailing old man on the ground, Bai Laizi stepped forward, intending to kick him a few more times.

"Old man, can I have a drink?"

Just as Bai Laizi was about to strike, a youth in a black robe walked in from outside.

"Hey hey, kid. The venue is full today, no room for you. Get lost!" Two thugs near the entrance shouted.

"I smelled the alcohol from far away. Why shouldn’t I have a drink?" The youth in the black robe smiled faintly, walking forward calmly.

"Kid, I advise you not to ask for trouble. Otherwise, my fists will leave you regretting!" The two stood up, sneering, approaching the black-robed youth.

The black-robed youth was none other than Lin Yuan.

"I’m asking Old Man Wang, not you, what does it matter to you?" Lin Yuan coldly retorted.

Bang!

Seeing them approach, Lin Yuan stopped wasting words. His Qi-Blood surged.

Two punches were launched instantly.

"Oh no!" The thugs coming up to deal with Lin Yuan suddenly saw stars as their chests were struck heavily.

They were merely ordinary Martial Artists, not even reaching Qi-Blood perfection, how could they withstand Lin Yuan’s iron fists?

Crash, boom!

Their bodies flew backward, crashing into the wooden pillars inside the hall and falling to the ground, smashing three tables full of wine and food into pieces.

"Damn it, everyone get him!" Bai Laizi, now fully sober, shouted and charged at Lin Yuan.

Bam, bam, bam!

In three breaths, only the sound of groaning remained inside the hall.

Old man Wang looked shocked at the black-robed youth who had entered, unable to speak.

"Hero, please save my daughter." Old man Wang came to his senses, dropping to his knees, crying out to heaven and earth.

"Please get up, I’ll go immediately." Lin Yuan quickly found a chair for the old man to sit on.

Under the hopeful gaze of old man Wang, he swiftly moved towards the inner hall.

Watching Lin Yuan enter, old man Wang could not set his mind at ease. Gritting his teeth through the pain, he followed.

In the inner room, old man Wang’s daughter lay crying on the bed.

Her face was ashen, with no will to live.

She gripped a pair of scissors, wanting to end it all. But thinking of her aging parents, and if she were gone, how could they live peacefully?

Tears streamed steadily from her eyes.

Hearing footsteps outside, she shivered.

A lewd, perverse voice reached her ears.

"My wife, I am here. Hahaha." The drunk red-robed man staggered towards the inner room.

Seeing the double happiness characters on the door, his heart burned with desire.

"Tonight, I will let you taste the greatest pleasures of the world. Hehehe." The man’s eyes were filled with lust as he reached to push the door open.

A hand suddenly appeared at the corner of his vision.

Slap!

The slap landed loudly, sending the red-robed man reeling.

"Who?"

The red-robed man’s drunkenness faded significantly. Holding his swollen and painful cheek, he shouted.

Lin Yuan said nothing.

He delivered a swift kick to the red-robed man’s groin.

With his martial prowess, and the man merely being the head of the Flying Cloud Gang hall, who had not reached the Condensed Essence stage, how could he withstand Lin Yuan’s mighty strength?

"Ah!"

The red-robed man screamed, holding his groin in agony, feeling as if it had turned to mush, his happiness in life ruined.

The scream was unbearably sharp.

"Hmph!" Lin Yuan snorted coldly, his face like frost, "Noisy!"

He approached, striking the man’s neck.

The scream stopped instantly.

Like lifting a chicken, Lin Yuan grabbed the man and headed towards the outer hall.

The woman hurriedly opened the door, watching the young man’s receding figure.

Having narrowly escaped, tears of joy streamed from her once dry eyes.

Not yet entering the inner room, old man Wang heard the screams.

The youth was carrying the red-robed man as he emerged.

Thud!

Lin Yuan tossed the red-robed man, like a dead dog, in front of the old man.