Different eras and backgrounds create very different people.
In the great world of Mang Sheng, although Ling Yao used force a lot, he rarely took human lives by comparison. The most common one, and the one that had the greatest impact on his reputation, was the five-year appointment where he had to kill those possessed people in order to save their lives.
He does still dream about those people - but not because he is condemned by his conscience, but because he feels regret and regret - just because they were once his own tribe, and they could have had a future.
He had no intention of becoming the perfect saint in every aspect that Ling Linhan wanted to do. But if he could, he would never want to be an executioner who used force to solve problems. This is his final bottom line in a world where the jungle prevails. But similarly, once he takes action, he is prepared for life and death.
But these people in front of them, who also had human lives on their hands, were not like this.
The society they live in is a civilized society that operates under the shadow of the law. Most people do not need to use violent means to survive or even live. Different occupations provide different possibilities. Even people without any skills can obtain basic survival materials through manual labor.
Although there are always some dark and dirty existences hiding in corners, at least they are the things that dare not be exposed to the sun.
Such as the black market.
In fact, even in the black market, only a few people die due to gunfights and fights. All forces prefer to obtain benefits through business negotiations, coercion and inducements, money and power transactions, etc. Violence is more of a deterrent.
There are even some unwritten tacit understandings between many forces: in certain situations, the number of deaths in fights cannot exceed a certain amount, otherwise it will be a sign of discord between the two sides.
Of course, in an assassination where the murderer cannot be caught and no clues can be found, everyone can only consider themselves unlucky.
But the black market is still rife with blood. Those contestants in the gladiatorial arena who are for people to enjoy and who died in the competition, those "experimental subjects" like the Huo family who died due to failed drug experiments, and those aristocratic families who use the power of cultivation to "remove" those who cannot be The "dissidents" who were bribed. Death has never retreated here because of the civilization of society - at least, this world has not yet reached that level of civilization.
And these killings are not for "living", but for "profit", or even just for "the joy of killing".
This is the brutal killing of the "weak" by the "strong". It is also what cultivators represented by the Huo family do most often.
The hand rises and the knife falls. What they do is just harvesting life, not a life-and-death struggle.
——And if the identities of prey and hunter are reversed, or even if it comes to a life and death struggle, they may kneel down faster than anyone else.
Ling Yao had such a group of people in front of him. All their current arrogance is based on the fact that their opponents are an old man who can't run and a young man who looks very weak. And when Ling Yao turned back toward them with his sword in hand, the ridicule on their faces was even more surprising than surprised.
Their expressions seemed to say: "Hey, look, it's another stupid young man who doesn't know the heights of the world."
Then Ling Yao taught them with his actions, who is the stupid young man who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth?
The fragile knees, loose chassis, exposed abdomen and chest, unprotected shoulders, neck and aorta, and even the hand holding the weapon are unstable. In Ling Yao's eyes, these people were full of fatal flaws.
Horizontal chop. Cut diagonally. Sweep the legs. Elbow. prick. pick. grid. Spin. It's just a few small movements, but they can always land on the weak points of the human body just right. Coupled with the appropriate internal strength, the opponent can be knocked to the ground one after another in a light and quick way, and even lose the ability to fight.
The sound of dense rain drowned out the sounds of blows and collisions, and the huge thunder covered up the wailing all over the place. However, Ling Yao's tiny and coherent movements, along with the sword energy slowly escaping like silk threads in the air, in the eyes of ordinary people, are like a sorcery that can be defeated at the first touch, or even a murderous dance.
Yes, kill. Although those who fell to the ground were still writhing and groaning in pain, no one doubted that if the young man holding the sword thought, these people would definitely die.
That's kindness, but it's also contempt. In a life-and-death battle, no one will leave trouble for themselves unless the enemy does not even threaten the level of trouble.
Xu Wenbo certainly understood this contempt. Anyone who is warlike can immediately understand what a provocation this is. But at the same time, he was also clearly aware that these people under him were by no means the opponents of the other party.
Not to mention whether they can compete in terms of force, but they have already lost a lot in terms of momentum, and they are destined to lose in a fight.
The other party is not hiding his aura, but he is really only at the seventh level. Xu Wenbo is confident in his own perception.
But this is definitely an enemy worthy of his personal action.
As for Yu Huisheng and the two cultivators who suddenly appeared... they are not worth mentioning at all. We will deal with them later.
His eyes were fixed on Ling Yao's figure, and he stepped forward calmly. The few people at the front had been beaten to the ground by Ling Yao, while the people in the middle had already panicked and retreated away. As for those who were left behind, as long as they saw Xu Wenbo's expression, they were frightened and consciously moved to both sides to make way.
He is laughing. The smile was sinister and unrestrained.
Anyone who is familiar with him knows what this means - this is a rare opportunity for this murderous god to find his favorite prey.
Unlike his name, he has neither literary talent nor erudition. Even though he has made many contributions to the Huo family over the years, he has never been promoted.
Because everyone knows that Xu Wenbo is not suitable to be a leader and decision-maker. He has only one way to solve all problems - relying on his fists.
You can't climb to the top with just a pair of fists.
But this pair of fists is enough to bring him a good life, allowing him to control the life and death of many people, allowing him to experience the "nobleness" of "a supreme minister" and the "freedom" of "grabbing and plundering" .
Compared with those wallflowers who take advantage of the situation and bully the weak, he is the king who has climbed out of the blood and mud of the black market boxing match punch by punch. He doesn't know how to cooperate, nor does he disdain to cooperate; he doesn't know how to control his subordinates, but no one dares to disobey.
Those who disobey will be killed or injured.
This is the power of the fist. He enjoyed everything this power brought him.
Because of this, the head of the Huo family also gave him enough power and trust - the captain of the first team, the role model for all the Qi refiners of the Huo family, and the direct descendants of the Huo family also bowed and nodded in front of him.
So he'll be here.
Look at those Luthers who would just break up and run away when they saw him raise his fists. These little guys would be frightened to death just by seeing the look in his eyes in the boxing ring. It will hold you back, let alone become an opponent.
But this young man is different. His back was still straight, his steps were still firm, and his eyes were still bright.
very good. This is very good.
More importantly, it is not the momentum of a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers, but calmness, calmness, the posture of a hunter, and the eyes that lock onto the prey.
He'd only seen it in the old hands of the boxing ring.
Does Yu Huisheng have such a helper? And still so young? But that's not important. Xu Wenbo doesn't care who the other party is, just like he never cares about the deep meaning of the tasks that the Huo family asked him to perform. It's just that it's been too long since he's experienced the blood-splattered, hearty, fight to the death in the arena.
He was going to see blood today.
"Leave this to me. You know what to do with the rest, right?"
"Yes! Quick! Move! The target is over there!"
"Let's go! If you can't deal with this one, why can't you deal with the next three?"
"Where should you aim the gun head? Aim at the back! The boss will engage in close combat in a while. Can you aim at the enemy? Idiot!"
"Stay far away, stay far away, you are courting death by coming so close... Both sides are courting death..."
Seeing the moving head moving around behind him, Ling Yao subconsciously turned sideways, trying to stop the person.
But just as he knocked the gun out of someone's hand with the hilt of his sword, Xu Wenbo's figure suddenly rioted, and heavy fists suddenly hit him!
Bang——!
The peach wood sword body wrapped in true energy collided with the specially made punch, and the worn peach wood sword immediately made a thin crisp sound. Ling Yao suddenly turned around and took a step back. The sword he was swinging quickly shattered to the ground, leaving only the empty hilt.
He narrowed his eyes.
It is a powerful enemy, and very strong. Maybe level six, or even higher.
Before he could think any more, Xu Wenbo's fists came one after another. Ling Yao did not attack and test rashly, but adopted a strategy of avoidance and dodge.
He raised his head to dodge a punch, used his palm to deflect Xu Wenbo's left fist, and then turned sideways to dodge another blow.
The body is very responsive, the fists are very fast, and the physical body is highly tempered. It is difficult for ordinary fists and kicks to break through such defenses, and it is difficult to cause fatal damage to the opponent by using the method of wrapping the sword body with zhenqi.
Moreover, unlike those minions, at first glance he looks like a person who has experienced a bloody storm, and he is the unscrupulous type.
Ling Yao had a new judgment in his heart.
Of course, he had already prepared to deal with such an opponent, otherwise he would not have dared to come alone.
Unconventional means...he has many more.
But now, the first thing is to be able to hold on until the right time.
Xu Wenbo's punches are fast and deadly. For Ling Yao, who was accustomed to controlling his enemies with exquisite swordsmanship and meticulous aura, he was obviously at a disadvantage when being approached by such an opponent without a suitable weapon.
The two kept changing their steps and positions. They seemed to be inextricably fighting each other, but in fact, most of the time Ling Yao was hiding and Xu Wenbo was chasing. Sometimes there were attacks that Ling Yao couldn't avoid, so the hilt of the sword in his hand was put to good use, blocking the heavy blows at the cost of breaking the sword grid.
My hands were numb from the shock. Ling Yao threw the cracked sword hilt to the ground, quickly squatted and rolled sideways, temporarily gaining some buffer distance.
He needs weapons. A sword is needed.
He stood up nimbly, raised his hand, and clasped his palm backwards.
Xu Wenbo did not take it lightly because of his opponent's embarrassment. Although there were only a few handovers and collisions, he already knew exactly what kind of person his opponent was.
He never understood the twists and turns of identities and relationships between aristocratic families. As a fighter, he only needs to judge what kind of person the opponent is through his performance during the fight.
This guy has definitely participated in life and death battles and even killed people.
If you have not experienced licking blood from the edge of a knife, you will not have such decisiveness and meticulous and accurate judgment.
Although Xu Wenbo almost hit the opponent several times in a row, this just shows that his extremely fast and tricky angle punches were all predicted by the opponent.
Even in the most difficult match, he had never experienced this feeling of being seen through at every turn.
However, the opponent's weakness is also obvious - he has no weapons and does not have enough power to break his own defense, so he can only defend blindly.
Delaying time? No, if this guy's purpose is just to delay time, why would he show such an expression?
What will be the next move? He suddenly felt an inexplicable expectation and grasped the business card in his palm.
The death struggle of powerful prey is always the most exciting.
"Wait, what is that? Something is flying over!"
On the other side of the equally anxious but more chaotic battlefield, a cry from an unknown voice suddenly came. At the beginning, it didn't cause much water splash, but gradually, more and more black shadows flashed in front of their eyes, shining with cold light, rolling up air currents, densely packed like a shower.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and everyone looked up to the sky.
It was swords, all kinds of swords, hundreds of swords. As if possessing intelligence, they flew here via different trajectories.
Fly towards Ling Yao.
Xu Wenbo's eyes suddenly burst into terrifying light. He stared at Ling Yao closely, watching as the opponent grasped one of the flying swords, then turned his attack and rushed towards him:
"Ha-ha? This is really unexpected."
He opened his fist and stepped forward quickly.
Boom. Boom! Bang——!
Similar to the previous mahogany swords, these flying swords were just fragile and inferior products. Even prop swords made of thin metal sheets that curled when touched could be broken and discounted by him in a few punches.
But the problem is that this kind of "toy" that the warrior looks down upon at all can actually be used to catch his heavy punches filled with zhenqi, and there are actually several punches. This in itself is very scary - —Xu Wenbo was even more shocked than these swords flying out of nowhere.
This is not the end.
If Xu Wenbo's movements are as fast and fierce as a leopard, then Ling Yao's swordsmanship can be said to be as agile as thunder: when attacking, he is as fast and decisive as thunder, and when defending, he is as fleeting as lightning and disappears without a trace.
Moreover, what is even more surprising is that although Ling Yao's strength is relatively insufficient, he has mastered some method of leveraging strength. Xu Wenbo's punches were often deflected by him inexplicably, and the power would be drained away. The swords Ling Yao would then use were often sharper and more threatening than the previous ones.
Uh-huh!
The thin metal piece can also play a frightening effect in his hand, and the dancing cold light seems to be able to slit his throat. However, Xu Wenbo's punch missed the trajectory of the sword blade and broke the blade. The sharp blade still scratched his skin, leaving a moderate blood mark on his arm.
He was the one who saw the blood first!
But Ling Yao's movements didn't stop at all. He threw the deformed and twisted prop sword on the ground behind him, picked up a new wooden sword, and blocked Xu Wenbo's retaliatory punch.
The wooden sword broke again. Ling Yao threw the sword hilt forward and slid out sideways. Another new sword flew into his hand.
The movements were smooth, as if they had been practiced before.
It was like fighting an endless stream of monsters that could not be killed. Xu Wenbo thought.
And all this is because of the sword.
Don't let him get the sword.
Xu Wenbo suddenly had such a clear understanding.
This is a sword monster.
Wherever there was a real sword here, he was now a corpse.
This realization seems to have come a little late - now, there are swords everywhere.
He became the one who couldn't find the point of attack.
But it seems that it is not too late to realize now, and he is not at a loss for what to do: if you can't find a person's own weakness, then look for his burdens, and find the things he cares about and wants to protect.
Xu Wenbo has never been shy about using such methods.
He suddenly turned around and rushed towards Yu Huisheng and the two cultivators!
