Chapter 37:You are Lin Gue !

Unknown to Lin Yang, the four law enforcement disciples pursuing him were far from ordinary members of the Law Enforcement Hall - they were the cream of the crop, the epitome of excellence. Each possessed unique and specialized skills, rendering them experts in the art of battle formations.

But what were battle formations exactly? They were techniques that allowed a small group to contend against overwhelming numbers, unlocking the true potential of teamwork. When multiple individuals synergized their efforts, their combined strength could increase twofold, threefold, or even tenfold.

Battle Formations were a precious and rare commodity, often serving as a clan's trump card in gaining a tactical advantage on the battlefield. These secret techniques held the power to alter the outcome of wars, capable of turning the tide in favor of their wielders.

As the four individuals advanced, they moved in a synchronized manner, resembling a massive Four Symbols Roulette, encircling Lin Yang while effectively sealing off his escape routes.

"Battle Formation?" Lin Yang's expression shifted subtly as he swiftly grasped the essence behind the four individuals' movements. He saw through the mystery behind their seamless coordination.

"Brat, you still have some wits about you!" An eerie smile crept onto the face of the middle-aged man among the four.

He appeared to be in his thirties, towering and robust, exuding an aura of strength. His weathered face bore a sinister countenance, and a single blade was slung across his broad back. Every fiber of his being exuded a stifling pressure, causing the air around him to grow heavy.

The trace of a sneer crossed his face as he stepped into the battle formation. Lin Yang realized that he was inches away from the jaws of death. This time, even if he had wings, escape seemed impossible.

"Primary Battle Formation? I've shattered countless Intermediate Battle Formations, even Advanced ones! Flaunting your battle formation in front of an Array Grandmaster, you truly have no concept of the word 'death'!" Lin Yang contemptuously thought to himself.

However, the middle-aged man's tone made Lin Yang furrow his brows. The voice and demeanor felt all too familiar, tugging at his memories. Probing deep into his mind, moments passed before he finally lifted his head and spoke.

"You are Lin Gue!"

"How dare you address Lord Lin Gue by his full name! You dare!" A man with an elongated face immediately interjected, his voice filled with outrage.

Lin Gue nonchalantly waved his hand, dismissing the man's protests. His gaze turned icy as he stared at Lin Yang, a flicker of pity and disdain flickering in his eyes. "Pay no mind to those teetering on the brink of death!"

A chilling smile stretched across his face as the intensity of his gaze bore down on Lin Yang, akin to a venomous serpent fixed on its prey.

In this moment of triumph, filled with self-satisfaction, Lin Gue couldn't help but revel in joyous anticipation of revenge. He casually bantered with his three companions, recounting tales of the past.

"Perhaps you three are unaware of the genius that Lin Zhan once was. By the age of ten, he had already exhibited remarkable cultivation talent. By fourteen, he had reached the middle stage of the Spirit Awakening Realm. During the subsequent trial, he effortlessly overshadowed everyone, even those outstanding geniuses among the clan's direct descendants, who could only gasp for breath in his presence. Back then, I could only look up to Lin Zhan, witnessing his meteoric rise. His charismatic image captured the hearts of countless noblewomen!"

Regrettably, Lin Yang found himself burdened with a shameless and malevolent good brother. The sneer on his lips deepened as he nodded, affirming Lin Gue's words.

"This despicable good brother of his shamelessly ingratiated himself with Lin Zhan during his glory days, with countless bootlicking and shameless acts of friendship. He even shamelessly exploited Lin Zhan's name to amass wealth and rise to prominence, despite his mediocre abilities. However, when Lin Zhan died, this vicious good brother wasted no time in seizing all of his possessions, including his concubines. To add insult to injury, he ruthlessly chased down Lin Zhan's only son, banishing him to a remote and desolate place!"

Lin Yang's voice dripped with contempt as he continued, "Do you not agree that such a person is a shameless beast hiding within human skin?"

Lin Gue's face turned ashen, and a myriad of emotions flickered across the faces of the others present.

Lin Yang smirked and pointed directly at Lin Gue. "Yes, you've guessed right. This beast is none other than Lin Gue, the sole son of Elder Lin Hong from the Law Enforcement Hall. Behind his sanctimonious facade lies a heart as vile as a beast's. He is worse than a dog!"

"Little bastard!" Lin Gue's face flushed crimson with fury. Lin Yang's accusatory finger pointed directly at him, turning his complexion into that of a liver or a pig. His fists clenched, and his knuckles turned pale as his simmering rage threatened to explode.

Seeing the fluctuating expressions on the faces of the others, Lin Gue's humiliation erupted into a roaring rage. "What are you waiting for? Go, kill this little bastard!"

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The resounding clash of metal filled the air, accompanied by a chilling blast of frigid air that swept through the surroundings. The coldness surged like an unforgiving torrent.

From where the blade lights erupted, four indistinct shadows materialized, enveloping Lin Yang's figure.

It was the Lin Family's Heavy Wind Saber Technique - the same technique, but when employed by these four elite members of the Law Enforcement Hall, its power was on an entirely different level compared to others. The density of the blade lights resembled a tempest, aiming to effortlessly dismantle their target, just as one would crush withered weeds.

Lin Yang's expression turned solemn. He hadn't anticipated such an intense joint attack from the four of them. Perhaps even a formidable expert in the late stage would hesitate to face the combined assault of these elite individuals.

Although it was a rudimentary primary battle formation, when executed by four experts, it rendered their distributed strengths into a cohesive whole. Their energies harmonized with one another, culminating in a dynamic formation that entangled, subdued, and annihilated their enemies.

In a flash of movement, Lin Yang's figure morphed into an elusive phantom, traversing the seemingly impenetrable blade lights with ghost-like agility.

He vanished into the radiant brilliance of the blades, moving as effortlessly as a gust of wind. Under the mocking gazes of the four adversaries, he left behind undulating ripples, akin to the clear tremors caused by a stone cast into a tranquil pond.

Lin Gue burst into laughter, his face contorted with a sinister smile. "Indeed, you are an ignorant child. So audacious and headstrong, charging into this formation alone. Ignorant child, you crave death with your foolish actions!"

The four exchanged glances, their caution replaced with nonchalance, each sporting a mocking grin. As long as they remained within the confines of the formation, they held unwavering confidence in their ability to trap and even slay Lin Yang, regardless of his strength.

Lin Gue's visage displayed a trace of sinister satisfaction. "Ignorant child, you sought your own demise. You can't blame anyone else!"

"Look at that, a toad with an inflated ego. These ferocious dogs from the Law Enforcement Hall dare to daydream in broad daylight!"

The disdainful sneer reverberated from the heart of the formation, provoking a fiery anger within the four opponents. Lin Yang's mastery of movement technique was truly remarkable. With the profound understanding he had gained from the Cool Wind Essence, he seamlessly integrated it into the Cool Spirit Pillar and the Heavy Gale Fist, resulting in a peculiar form of movement.

This technique appeared deceptively simple, yet when put into action, it manifested as an invisible cool breeze, gracefully weaving through the dense forest.

The battle formation resembled a dense thicket, each layer akin to a lush forest, while Lin Yang embodied the essence of a cool breeze. No matter how thick or impenetrable the forest might seem, it could not hinder the passage of the gentle zephyr.

"What manner of movement technique is this?"