dognovel Chapter 916 Being beaten up
Chapter 916 Being beaten up
"Run! The people from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect are coming!"
Everyone witnessed what just happened.
It has to be said that Lin Ping vented their anger, and many people wanted to applaud him.
But they dared not, and even wanted to flee immediately. Once the people from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect arrived, there would surely be rivers of blood. No one wanted to be accidentally injured, and even the shop owner wanted to close down.
"The methods were ruthless enough, but they left hidden dangers," the woman at the next table analyzed softly.
Cutting off a man's genitals is more painful than killing him, and Lin Ping was indeed ruthless in this respect, but he shouldn't have let Xie Huan leave.
"I never thought my junior sister could be so naive." The cold-faced man beside her revealed a strange smile.
"Isn't that right? It won't be long before the Shushan Sword Sect disciples on the streets swarm in," the woman said defiantly.
The man nodded. "That's exactly what he wanted. If I'm not mistaken, they're from out of town and have no idea how terrible the Sichuan region is. They think they can solve all the problems with just the courage to fight evil and uphold justice."
The woman agreed with this view; Lin Ping's clothing and appearance were indeed different from those in Sichuan and Chongqing, and his accent was also quite different.
"That's why he's a bit reckless and doesn't understand the power of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect at all." The woman looked at Lin Ping with some concern.
“He’s not that stupid. He must be confident that he can subdue those Shushan disciples who come directly to him.” The man smiled faintly. “Before entering the shop, he had already checked the situation outside. There wasn’t a single strong person there.”
This is true; anyone who can linger in Meizhou City is definitely not a true expert of Shu Mountain.
With that in mind, they waited with great interest, not delaying their meal at all.
"These gentlemen, please leave now. This meal will be on the house." The shop owner earnestly advised.
"Does the boss think we're broke?" The man immediately slapped out ten taels of silver.
This was a considerable sum, and the shop owner was tempted, but he still couldn't suppress his inner fear.
"Sigh... It's good to be young and impetuous, but you can't be fearless of death." The shop owner shook his head helplessly, knowing he couldn't persuade them to leave.
Before long, the street became noisy as more than a dozen Shushan disciples dressed in white robes rushed over aggressively.
"Who crippled Xie Huan?" one of them asked imperiously.
There were only two tables occupied in the entire hall, making them easy targets. They didn't even need to target them; they simply eliminated everyone at both tables.
Lin Ping glanced at the other table of people who remained expressionless, then slowly stood up. "I didn't expect you to summon your master so quickly? Xie Huan, you've been a good lackey for a reason."
Although Xie Huan was indeed a lackey of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, it was very embarrassing to have his face exposed so directly.
"Master, kill this brat and avenge me!" Xie Huan said through gritted teeth.
"Hmph, how dare you harm my disciple! Leave your life behind!" The Shu Mountain disciple drew his sword and thrust it straight at Lin Ping.
"My master is a third-level master, you brat, you're just waiting to die."
Seeing the Shu Mountain disciples make their move, Xie Huan revealed a cold smile.
He was not a disciple of Mount Shu, but he managed to get a master by virtue of his large sum of money, thus gaining the protection of the Mount Shu Sword Sect, and then gradually embarking on the path of bullying others by relying on his power.
"Kid, are you scared out of your wits?"
Seeing that Lin Ping neither dodged nor flinched, the man's cold glint was revealed.
His target was Lin Ping's chest; as a disciple of Mount Shu, he was not afraid of killing.
What right does the prefect have to govern the people of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect?
Matters of the martial world should be settled within the martial world itself; the imperial court has no right to interfere. This is the rule of the Sichuan and Chongqing region.
Just as the blade was about to strike, Lin Ping suddenly made his move, or rather, with two fingers.
"go to hell!"
The other party was extremely excited as they were about to succeed.
He usually bullies others with his power, so how could he possibly find killing interesting? This would excite him for days.
However, just as the blade was about to pierce Lin Ping's chest, it stopped in mid-air, and no matter how much force was used, it could not be moved even an inch.
"What's going on?" The man looked at Lin Ping with a puzzled expression, which gradually turned into panic.
That's right, Lin Ping actually pinched the longsword with two fingers.
Click!
With a crisp sound, the longsword broke in two.
Bang!
Lin Ping kicked the man away, the impact point being his crotch.
Everyone clearly heard the sound of the eggshell cracking and the pig-like screams.
He's ruined! Even Lin Ping couldn't cure him.
The other dozen or so disciples panicked, and Xie Huan's legs went weak.
"You brat, you dare to hurt my master? You have a death wish! The Shu Mountain Sword Sect will not let you get away with this!" Xie Huan shouted, seemingly out of nowhere.
He wasn't wrong; Lin Ping had only defeated one person, and there were still more than ten people around him.
Moreover, the Shushan Sword Sect is very concerned about its reputation. Lin Ping injured their disciple, which is equivalent to offending the entire Shushan Sword Sect and will be subjected to a frenzied pursuit.
"The Shu Mountain Sword Sect? Sorry, I don't take them seriously," Lin Ping said arrogantly.
Apart from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect members, the shop owner, and the few people next door, there was no one else in the hall. Lin Ping was prepared to kill them to silence them and was not afraid to utter wild words.
"Hahaha, you're incredibly arrogant. Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you defeated that piece of trash Liao Xiang." Another person spoke up.
He was the leader of the group of more than ten people, and the reason he had Liao Xiang make a move was because Xie Huan was his disciple.
Now that Xie Huan is crippled, it's time for them to show their true strength.
"To be honest, at such a young age, I'm already a peak level three expert." The other party was incredibly arrogant.
"No wonder the three great sword sects can only hide in the Bashu region; they are not even in the same league as the Chiyang Pavilion," Lin Ping remarked.
He had the privilege of visiting Chiyang Pavilion and knew how terrifying the disciples there were. He estimated that there were dozens of fifth-level disciples and countless fourth-level disciples. A mere third-level peak disciple was not even worthy of carrying his shoes.
"I'm so scared, come and kill me!" Lin Ping said jokingly, which only proved his confidence.
"Just accept your death!"
To demonstrate his strength, this man used every trick in the book, not only moving his longsword but also performing a snake-like maneuver.
"Sorry, all my skills are lock-on. Snake-like movement won't work!" Lin Ping said coldly, throwing a punch at the man's face and then kicking him in the groin.
Another pig-like scream rang out; the pain of the younger brother being crippled was unimaginable.
This man did have some backbone; in his anger, he vomited blood and fainted on the ground, his fate unknown.
"Attack together! Kill this brat and avenge our senior brother!"
The remaining dozen or so disciples finally understood that Lin Ping was a master and needed to be ganged up on.
"Come on, so I don't have to kill them one by one."
Lin Ping's voice was much colder than before, and his hand gleamed with a chilling light, clearly indicating that he had murderous intent.
Only by killing them all can the restaurant owner be saved and avoid being wanted by the police.
"Shushan Sword Formation!"
A dozen or so people formed a circle, their sharp sword shadows intertwining, creating a powerful killing formation.