When Li Wushuang once again confronted Zhao Da, Zhao Hui's expression darkened as she formed hand seals, creating a wall of scorching flames that instantly blocked Li Wushuang's path.
"With the strength of a Martial Master, you are still no match for me. Stay put," Zhao Hui coldly shouted.
Li Wushuang slashed with her Qingyun Sword, creating several sword shadows that whipped up gusts of wind but vanished upon touching the flame wall, causing her expression to drastically change. She realized her strength was still no match for Zhao Hui, who had reached the Martial Soul level, far surpassing her own.
"Little mongrel, let's see who can save you now." Zhao Da coldly shouted and smirked, his hands quickly gathering a mass of earthy yellow Qi.
As he lunged at Li Lin, Zhao Da's palms suddenly curled into claw-like shapes, reaching for Li Lin's chest with earthy yellow Qi concentrated at his fingertips, resembling sharp gloves.
The claw strike, carrying a whistling wind, was incredibly fast and aimed directly at Li Lin.
At this moment, Luo Lan's face had already turned pale with fear, unable to utter a word.
Watching Zhao Da's claw and sensing the sharp sound that seemed to tear through the air, Li Lin's eyes slightly narrowed. Recognizing Zhao Da as an Earth element martial artist and knowing Zhao Da was at the second Martial Warrior level, Li Lin was unfazed. During his sparring sessions with Uncle Jiang, although Uncle Jiang controlled his strength to roughly the first Martial Warrior level, the power he demonstrated was somewhat stronger than Zhao Da's.
Convinced of his ability to withstand this, especially when comparing Zhao Da to Uncle Jiang, Li Lin felt even more assured.
Immediately, a cold gleam flashed in Li Lin's eyes. Forming hand seals, he shifted his stance, and with a slightly curled left hand, he swung forcefully at the ground. An invisible burst of Qi struck the ground, propelling Li Lin upwards, enabling him to swiftly evade Zhao Da's claw.
The claw passed just before Li Lin's nose, stirring a fierce wind that scattered his hair.
In the moment he dodged, Li Lin's palm strike flew unhesitatingly, like an arrow leaving the bow, carrying a pale yellow Qi directly to Zhao Da's abdomen.
Zhao Da, feeling his claw miss, sensed impending doom. From what witnesses in the laundry room had said, Zhao Da had speculated that Li Lin might have become a martial artist; otherwise, how could Li Lin have possibly killed Zhao San, a Martial Disciple and a formal martial artist whom even five or six ordinary men couldn't overcome?
Yet, Zhao Da had some doubts about Li Lin being a martial artist. Just over a month ago, they had beaten Li Lin severely. How could Li Lin have become a martial artist in just over a month? But now, Zhao Da believed it. A true expert reveals themselves at the first move, and Zhao Da felt the bad premonition when his claw missed.
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Feeling the palm strike on his abdomen, Zhao Da's face paled, and he rapidly retreated, not knowing what martial skill he employed. The air before him slightly rippled, creating a few pale yellow wave-like ripples out of thin air.
As Li Lin's palm strike landed, passing through these ripples, its force seemed to lessen, but the remaining power struck Zhao Da's abdomen hard.
Zhao Da staggered backwards, spewing a mouthful of blood that appeared to contain bits of broken organs, showing that Li Lin's strike was merciless. Under Uncle Jiang's training, Li Lin had been taught to use lethal moves without giving the opponent any chance, harboring a definite intent to kill Zhao Da, thus striking with full force.
Comparing their strengths, Zhao Da was slightly superior at the outset, but his complacency led to being suppressed continuously. Plus, without proper preparation for just one round, he suffered from Li Lin's lethal move.
Blood and broken organs spewed out as Zhao Da staggered back powerlessly, eventually collapsing on the ground. His eyes, filled with disbelief, stared at Li Lin, passing a horrified gaze. Despite Li Lin exerting his full strength, he hadn't managed to kill Zhao Da outright.
Zhao Da, being a martial artist himself, was only severely injured rather than killed by Li Lin's surprise attack, which lacked a bit of strength to be fatal.
In the courtyard, an explosion sounded, and a mix of fire and mist sprinkled from above, dissipating into energy before touching the ground.
Meanwhile, Li Xiaobai and Zhao Er also ceased their engagement. Throughout their fight, Li Xiaobai was suppressed by Zhao Er and suffered a palm strike, mainly due to his lack of combat experience and a slight difference in strength, although he wasn't seriously injured.
Zhao Hui, observing Li Lin's surrounding aura, realized his martial warrior level, causing her face to change dramatically. Even Li Wushuang, trapped before the fire wall, was astonished.
"Little mongrel, die." Zhao Hui's face changed drastically, and with a change in hand seals, she swiftly removed the fire wall in front of Li Wushuang. Gathering a half-meter-sized fireball between her hands, she launched it towards Li Lin's back.
As the fireball soared, a hot breaking sound filled the air, demonstrating Zhao Hui's tremendous strength. The fireball passed, causing the plants in the courtyard to wither and turn yellow instantly.
"Sister-in-law, was there a need to strike so harshly?" At that moment, a deep voice sounded, and immediately a figure leaped from outside the courtyard, enveloping the fireball with a curtain of water.
At this time, Li Lin's palm strike fiercely landed, sending a powerful force crashing into Zhao Da's chest. The impact forced Zhao Da to be hurled backward, his face turning ashen.
"Phew!" Zhao Da spat out a mouthful of blood, which seemed to contain fragments of broken organs, indicating the severity of Li Lin's attack. Under Uncle Jiang's training, Li Lin had learned to deliver killing blows without giving the opponent any chance, especially against Zhao Da, whom he had resolved to kill, thus striking with all his might.
Comparatively, Zhao Da's strength was initially slightly superior, but his carelessness from the start continuously put him at a disadvantage. Plus, it was only one exchange, and he wasn't prepared when he took the lethal hit.
The blood containing fragments of broken organs indicated Zhao Da's severe injury as he staggered back powerlessly, then collapsed on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief as he stared at Li Lin, crossing with a look of terror. Although Li Lin had exerted his full strength, he hadn't managed to kill Zhao Da outright.
Zhao Da, also a martial artist, was severely injured by Li Lin's surprise attack but not fatally, as Li Lin's strength was just short of delivering a killing blow.
In the courtyard, an explosion sounded, and a mixture of fire and mist rained down from above, dissipating as energy before reaching the ground.
In a corner, Li Xiaobai and Zhao Er also ceased their confrontation. Throughout their encounter, Li Xiaobai was consistently overpowered by Zhao Er, even taking a palm strike. The main issue was his lack of combat experience and a slight gap in strength, but fortunately, he wasn't seriously injured.