Urban Ace Bodyguard

Chapter 1163 - 1232: Blood Flowing Like a River

An ancient wooden pavilion stood at the deepest part of the Lin Family Mansion.Above the door of the bronze-colored pavilion was inlaid a plaque. Although Lin Hai couldn't understand the crooked, tadpole-like script, he could guess that the words "Nirvana Pavilion" were written there.

The lush greenery around it gave a strong sense of nature and scholarly atmosphere, making it an ideal place for studying, cultivating one's character, and refreshing one's spirit.

However, the instincts of an expert told Lin Hai that there were some extremely formidable experts hidden around. Should anyone dare intrude, those experts would jump out in a heartbeat and teach the intruder a harsh lesson, or beat them beyond recognition.

"Big brother, we've arrived."

Demon Young Master said with a smile.

Lin Hai nodded, suppressing his inner excitement. The complete Eight Stele Hand was a formidable kung fu in the superfamilies of Yanjing.

The Eight Stele Hand stands alongside the Ye Family's Heavenly Creation Finger, the Divine Doctor Sect's Longevity Thirteen Needles, the Evil Doctor Sect's Heavenly Chasing Soul Hand, the Xuanyuan Family's Mountain River Fist, and the Yanhuang Soul's Heavenly Dragon Cutting Veins Hand.

"Hold on, halt!"

A voice sounded.

Demon Young Master's expression shifted slightly.

A burly middle-aged man, dwarfing an enlarged Lin Dashi, emerged from the Nirvana Pavilion.

Lin Hai squinted. This guy had at least the strength of a Supreme Strong, yet he seemed to be just a doorman at the Nirvana Pavilion.

"Demon Young Family Head, outsiders are not allowed into the Nirvana Pavilion. This is an ancestral rule." The man spoke in a deep voice.

"He's not an outsider; he's my big brother, the son of my uncle Lin Renwang." Demon Young Master said coldly.

"Do you have any proof?" The man asked again.

"Is today your turn to guard the Nirvana Pavilion?" Demon Young Master asked instead of answering.

The man nodded, "Today's indeed my turn to guard. Without any proof, there's no way to confirm he is of the Lin Family."

"Even I, as the Family Head, can't prove it?" Demon Young Master's face turned grim, indicating a poor relationship with the middle-aged man.

The man shook his head, "If the Family Head can't provide proof, it still can't be proven."

Lin Hai frowned, clearly sensing that this guy was deliberately targeting him.

Such a large Lin Family, or the superfamilies of Yanjing, who doesn't know he's the son of Lin Renwang?

"If you want proof, you can find my father Lin Renwang or my grandfather Lin Dapao." Lin Hai said to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man glanced at Lin Hai with disdain, "Someone who doesn't even dare to accept challenges isn't worth speaking to me."

"As for whether you're a member of the Lin Family, it won't be too late to confirm when Elder Lin Renwang or Ancestor Dapao returns."

Lin Hai frowned, this guy really was targeting him.

"Lin Dashi is this guy's son." Demon Young Master whispered to Lin Hai.

"No wonder he looks like a giant version of Lin Dashi."

Lin Hai suddenly understood, no wonder the man was intentionally making things difficult, clearly still upset about Shura almost turning his son into a dog.

"You're Lin Dashi's father?" Lin Hai asked with a smile.

The middle-aged man nodded, "My name is Lin Jushi."

"Dashi... Jushi..." Lin Hai felt a deep discomfort upon hearing the name.

"What? Do you have a problem with my name?" Lin Jushi glared with bull-like eyes, asking menacingly, clearly looking for trouble.

"No problem." Lin Hai shook his head.

"Hmph, truly a coward who relies on others!"

"Heh, whether I'm a coward or not isn't for you to decide." Lin Hai smiled, looking at the man.

"How could Lin Renwang have a son like you?" Lin Jushi tried to provoke Lin Hai again.

Demon Young Master frowned, "Lin Jushi, watch your words."

"Demon Young Family Head, how imposing you are."

Lin Jushi glanced at Demon Young Master, evidently prepared, "Today I'm guarding the Nirvana Pavilion, so you don't have the right to order me unless I do something corrupt."

The person guarding the Nirvana Pavilion has special rights within the Lin Family; the Family Head cannot command or harm the guardian for any reason, unless the guardian betrays their duty.

This is to protect the Nirvana Pavilion from being undermined during critical times, ensuring force is always available to defend it.

Lin Jushi was clearly exploiting this loophole in the family rules.

"Lin Jushi, I always thought you were an idiot, didn't expect I was wrong." Demon Young Master's voice grew colder.

Lin Jushi laughed proudly.

But Demon Young Master continued, "Your intelligence is just slightly better than an idiot's. You know how to exploit the family rules, but clearly, someone gave you this idea."

Lin Jushi's laugh stopped abruptly, anger flashing in his eyes.

What did he mean by "slightly better than an idiot?" After all, it was still an insult to his intelligence.

However, he felt a bit nervous deep down, surprised that Demon Young Master could immediately tell someone advised him.

"Hmph, I won't ask and you needn't say who advised you. It's obvious there's just a few possible individuals. But a fool willing to be used like a tool—I truly look down on that kind of stupidity." Demon Young Master added.

Lin Jushi's facial expression turned even sourer.

Because of Demon Young Master's status, he couldn't act, seething with anger, his muscles tensed all over.

"Hey, big guy, don't get angry yet, tell me how can I prove I'm part of the Lin Family?" Lin Hai asked with a smile.

The two brothers almost seemed in sync, with one provoking Lin Jushi into losing his temper and the other exploiting the loophole.

"Unless you can use the Eight Stele Hand, and have genuinely practiced it from a young age. If your kung fu can't defeat me, hmph, then you're not of the Lin Family." Lin Jushi came up with this sharp-witted last line.

After saying it, he silently gave his own intelligence a few praises, feeling quite proud.

After all, Lin Hai's aura in no way resembled that of an expert; Lin Jushi confidently felt that his Supreme power could easily crush Lin Hai.

"Alright, Eight Stele Hand, defeat you and I'll be considered, right? But... I have a small question."

"What question? Go ahead." Lin Jushi eagerly hoped Lin Hai would agree, that way he could settle a private score, injuring Lin Hai severely or crippling him for life during the spar, avenging his son Lin Dashi.

"Uh, I was thinking, during sparring, fists and feet have no eyes—could it cause casualties?" Lin Hai asked hesitantly, with an uncertain expression.

Lin Jushi felt even more pleased, thinking Lin Hai's questioning revealed his lack of confidence, indirectly proving his lack of strength.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, we're just sparring, you might just get some bruises." Lin Jushi immediately reassured, thumping his chest.

"But I'm someone who doesn't hold back, and if I accidentally strike a bit hard and you get seriously hurt, what then?" Lin Hai asked with more hesitation and shyness.

Lin Jushi inwardly scoffed, dismissing Lin Hai's bravado, but urged patiently, "It's fine, I'm strong and resilient, impossible for you to kill me. Don't dilly-dally, if you want to prove you're a Lin, spar with me."

Lin Hai showed reluctance again, hesitating for a few seconds before nodding, "Alright, but first, let's agree that no one is responsible for any serious injury or death."

"Haha, and you call yourself Lin Renwang's son, utterly stupid." Lin Jushi mentally rejoiced, eagerly nodding, "Rest assured, neither side is responsible for any serious injury or death."

"Oh, can I punch you first?" Lin Hai asked timidly.

Lin Jushi thought and found no problem, it showed his masterly demeanor, a senior indulging the junior.

Thinking this, Lin Jushi nodded cheerfully, thumping his chest loudly, and lifted his head, "Kid, bring it on, remember to use the Eight Stele Hand!"

"Oh, here I go then."

"Senior Jushi, be careful, I know the combination of the first three styles of the Eight Stele Hand."

"Oh really? Let me see."

"Oh, okay, Eight Stele Hand, New Three Styles Combined, be careful, Senior!"

"Bring it on!"

The New Three Styles of the Eight Stele Hand suddenly slammed into Lin Jushi's chest.

Bam—

A loud bang echoed all around.

Pff—pff—pff—

The sounds of blood continuously spewing echoed from within the Nirvana Pavilion.