Chapter 39: A bit more !

Lin Yang's mind buzzed with potential strategies to dismantle the encircling formation, a glacial shard of murderous resolve flickered in his eyes. His blood and inner Qi resonated, sending tremors through his veins as he shifted into motion. The Cool Wind Movement Technique transformed him into a blur, a shadow flitting through the entrapment with supernatural swiftness.

His velocity was astonishing, evoking the ephemeral presence of a brisk gust weaving amidst the dense thicket of bamboo. His footsteps maintained a serene cadence, each one placed with deliberate precision.

At the pivotal moment when the quartet of gleaming blades sought to claim him, Lin Yang stepped decisively onto a latent Qi node. Though the blades should have marred his flesh, an elusive Qi blossomed like an invisible shield, and the whole formation shuddered into obscurity. The once coordinated assault of Qi became tumultuous and wayward, resulting in the blade's trajectory to stray, narrowly missing their intended mark.

Crash!

The errant blade of light descended in an unexpected location, abruptly altering the course of the other three elongated blades, resulting in a fatal clash among the four combatants.

A sharp, piercing sound accompanied a wretched scream as an arm was severed, leaving a man draped in a white robe clutching the bleeding stump in agony. The crimson hue of blood stained his garments.

Lin Gue's countenance turned ashen, disbelief etched across his face. He had inadvertently severed his subordinate's arm, vividly recalling his strike at Lin Yang's, and then...

Meanwhile, Lin Yang moved with the swiftness of lightning, landing gracefully next to a stern-faced individual. Like an eagle, he swiftly clamped his iron-like claws around the wrist wielding the blade. With a deft motion, his fingers punctured the man's abdomen, and blood spurted forth, rendering the black-faced man's visage as pale as snow.

In the blink of an eye, the Lin family's formidable battle formation crumbled, resulting in one fatality and one incapacitation.

Lin Gue could scarcely believe his eyes. A fifteen-year-old prodigy not only dismantled the Law Enforcement Hall's clandestine battle formation with a single stroke but also dispatched two of his subordinates.

It's noteworthy that the battle formation, under ordinary circumstances, could even overpower an expert in the late stage of the spirit awakening realm.

Could it be that Lin Yang possessed strength surpassing that of an expert at the late stage of the spirit awakening realm?

Lin Gue's gaze burned with a fiery mix of fury, astonishment, and incredulity.

"Brother Lin Gue, it appears he's well-versed in the ways of formations!" remarked the sole uninjured man, his complexion drained of color.

This individual was known for his ability to communicate with birds and beasts. Moments ago, Lin Yang's grip, akin to steel, had commandeered his hand to dispatch another disciple from the Law Enforcement Hall.

"Lin Yang, proficient in formations?" Lin Gue's eyes flickered with intensity as he struggled to comprehend the scene unfolding before him. His entire frame quivered with emotion.

"It seems the status of a Formation Master holds unprecedented esteem here," mused Lin Yang, observing the astonishment etched upon the faces of those present. The revelation of his proficiency in formations had evidently left them dumbfounded!!

In the ensuing moment, he materialized behind Lin Gue, seizing the opportunity to end his life.

His arms extended like those of an ape, unleashing the Kun Sea Subduing Fist.

Caught off guard, Lin Gue snapped back to reality, his senses reawakened in the face of imminent danger. Dread gripped his heart as he gritted his teeth, summoning every ounce of strength to deflect the impending blow. His visage twisted with determination, a sinister glint flickering in his eyes as he braced for impact. His chest bore a concealed heart-protecting mirror, a source of reassurance amidst the chaos, a faint smirk dancing upon his lips.

"After evading this assault, I'll signal for reinforcements with the whistle around my neck. Once the Law Enforcement Hall's reinforcements arrive, we'll apprehend this insolent brat and ensure he faces justice," Lin Gue vowed silently, his gaze ablaze with malice.

Boom!

Lin Yang's fist, akin to a cannonball, surged forth, pulsating with a torrent of cyan energy. The sheer force rippled through the atmosphere, colliding with resounding intensity. Like steel against diamond, the impact shattered the heart-protecting mirror adorning Lin Gue's chest. A torrent of crimson erupted as the force tore through his abdomen, leaving a grim trail of blood in its wake.

Agony contorted Lin Gue's features as he gazed in disbelief at the slender arm impaling his abdomen. Words failed him as he raised his head, meeting Lin Yang's gaze with a mix of misery and speechlessness.

"You... such... strength... unusual..." he managed to utter between gasps, memories of Jian Zhuo and others meeting their demise flooding his mind. A sudden realization dawned in his bloodshot eyes, mingled with a profound hatred.

"I... regret... carelessness... Should've... summoned... reinforcements..." His words came in fragments, dripping with animosity. In the dying embers of daylight, Lin Gue's hateful stare bore into Lin Yang, brimming with resentment and remorse.

"If you seek blame, blame your own greed," Lin Yang retorted coolly, as he pulled out his arm from Lin Guo's abdomen.

With a resounding impact, Lin Gue's head slumped, crashing to the ground with a pronounced thud.

Sensing the Qi coursing through his veins, Lin Yang closed his eyes briefly. Upon reopening them, he expressed regret, stating, "My true potential remains untapped. I require a bit more to fully unveil my capabilities."

Without wasting a moment, Lin Yang's figure transformed into a cheetah-like blur, a phantom in motion.

His punch, a manifestation of tremendous force, collided with the chest of the armless adversary. In the man's eyes, a mix of unwillingness and anger, Lin Yang's strike ruthlessly shattered his heart. With a resounding impact, the one-armed figure was hurled dozens of feet away, blood spraying as he tumbled into the dense foliage.

Having dispatched the one-armed opponent, Lin Yang turned his attention to the lone survivor, a black-faced man standing amidst shock, fear, bitterness, unease, and vigilance. A mere glance from Lin Yang, however, sent a shiver down Lin Shi's spine. It was as if he were being stared at by a formidable primordial beast.

Every hair on Lin Shi's body stood on end, and a chilling sensation ran down his spine, making his scalp feel like it might explode.