AWB Chapter 413 Jin Xiangyu's Broken Blade Counterattack Leads to Lin Feng's Decision to Take
Chapter 413 Jin Xiangyu's Broken Blade Counterattack Leads to Lin Feng's Decision to Take
Jin Xiangyu had been taught the Beast Hunting Fist and Wind Breaking Saber Technique by Lin Feng, so he was considered a skilled martial artist. In addition, he had not completely let his guard down.
Hearing the whooshing sound, he crouched down, took a step back, and dodged the woodcutter's knife aimed at his neck, while also moving the attacker to his right front.
Zhao Laoda was holding a wood-chopping knife and glaring at him fiercely.
With red eyes, Zhao Laoda looked at the machete in Jin Xiangyu's hand and said, "You, Jin Xiangyu, you're really ruthless. Did you kill my third son?"
Jin Xiangyu didn't say anything, but held the machete horizontally in front of his chest, assuming a defensive stance.
You can tell from that slash just now that this Boss Zhao is skilled in martial arts, better than his two younger brothers.
Zhao the eldest narrowed his eyes, "It seems that the three of us brothers have all misjudged you, mistaking you, a jackal, for a sheep."
Jin Xiangyu remained silent.
Zhao Laoda wanted to provoke Jin Xiangyu with words, but the guy didn't respond.
This is what it means to be ruthless and taciturn; once you've decided to fight to the death, you won't say another word.
Jin Xiangyu, who is usually bullied by his three brothers, also has such a ruthless side.
Zhao Laoda stopped talking, took a step forward, and swung his wood-chopping knife at Jin Xiangyu's head.
Jin Xiangyu parried with his knife, and the two began to fight.
Clang, clang, clang—the two machetes clashed repeatedly, sending sparks flying.
Lin Feng watched Jin Xiangyu fight and gently shook his head.
Perhaps because the initiation had not been consolidated yet, Jin Xiangyu only exerted about 30-40% of his strength.
It could also be because Jin Xiangyu's body was too weak, and his strength was far inferior to that of Boss Zhao.
However, Lin Feng was quite satisfied with the ruthlessness that Jin Xiangyu showed. If a person doesn't have a ruthless streak, it's hard to accomplish anything.
After a few breaths, Jin Xiangyu was covered in sweat, and his hands were even trembling slightly.
The strenuous exercise, coupled with not having eaten, left him feeling completely exhausted.
Clang, clang, clang! The two exchanged several blows, each taking two steps back.
Jin Xiangyu looked down at the machete in his hand. The blade was full of nicks and chips, and the once-fine knife had been hacked into the shape of a saw.
The machete in Zhao Laoda's hand didn't even have a single nick.
Lin Feng realized something was wrong; this Boss Zhao was a bit too strong, and the machete in his hand was actually made of high-quality steel.
Lin Feng checked Zhao Laoda's attribute panel and discovered that this guy was actually a spy for a group of mountain bandits.
That makes sense; this person must have seen blood before and has some skill.
If Jin Xiangyu doesn't handle this situation well, he might not be a match for this person.
Jin Xiangyu focused on defense rather than offense, trying to conserve his energy.
He also discovered that Zhao Laoda was a bit too formidable, much more difficult to deal with than Zhao Laoer and Zhao Laosan.
Fortunately, I separated them first, otherwise I would definitely have lost if I had faced all three Zhao brothers at the same time.
Zhao Laoda's knife skills were wide and powerful; with each strike, Jin Xiangyu's body swayed.
Jin Xiangyu was soaked in sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.
He knew this battle was a test from that master; if he won, he might become his disciple, but if he lost, things would probably be pretty bad.
He was born in this remote mountain village, barely better off than a beggar.
Such an opportunity to change one's destiny is a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, a blessing from one's ancestors, and worth risking one's life for.
Jin Xiangyu gritted his teeth and persevered for a while longer, but then the accident happened.
He raised his machete to try and block Zhao Laoda's powerful splitting motion, but the machete broke in two.
Most of the machete lay on the ground.
Jin Xiangyu's forehead was also cut by Zhao Laoda's knife, and blood flowed down his forehead to his nose.
Jin Xiangyu took two steps back and almost fell.
A sinister grin spread across Zhao Laoda's face. "You little brat, prepare to die."
Jin Xiangyu turned and ran.
Zhao Laoda was chasing closely behind. He ran a few steps and his machete was almost within reach of Jin Xiangyu.
He raised his machete, ready to chop down.
As a result, Jin Xiangyu lowered his head and raised his leg, unleashing a "Wild Donkey Springing Leg" move, kicking Zhao Laoda in the crotch.
With two sharp cracking sounds, Zhao Laoda's eyes widened, he gripped his crotch, and lunged upwards, about to fall to the ground.
Jin Xiangyu turned around, grabbed Zhao Laoda's knife-wielding hand with his left hand, and slashed Zhao Laoda's neck with half a wood-chopping knife in his right hand.
"Ah!" Zhao Laoda screamed in agony as a spurt of blood shot out from his neck.
Jin Xiangyu sensed that Zhao Laoda's hand holding the knife had lost its strength, but he was still not at ease. He used half a wood-chopping knife to slash Zhao Laoda's neck twice, cutting off most of his neck before stopping.
Old Zhao lay on the ground for a while and then stopped moving.
Jin Xiangyu, as if deflated, lay on the grass to the side, panting heavily.
The sounds of fighting and screams were heard throughout the village, but no one dared to come out to check; the entire village remained closed and silent.
Jin Xiangyu was exhausted, but he still had a smile on his face.
He won; he killed the village bully who had been harassing him all the time.
He then became somewhat worried, fearing that the authorities would come to arrest him.
He was also worried about his performance, wondering if the master would accept him as a disciple.
If they take me as their apprentice and take me away, where will the government find someone to help them?
Although the expert did not come out to watch the battle, Jin Xiangyu had a feeling that his every move was being watched by the expert.
Jin Xiangyu rested for a while, then stood up and prepared to walk back. As he passed the village bully's house, he smelled the aroma of steamed corn bread.
He turned and went into the village bully's house, picked up a freshly steamed cornbread and ate it in big bites.
He choked a little while eating and took a sip of water.
At that moment, Lin Feng's voice entered his mind, "Stop eating, I'll take you to eat something good later."
Clean up the bloodstains, drag the body inside, and burn it.
Jin Xiangyu was startled. He looked around but didn't see Lin Feng, but he still did as he was told.
He dragged the bodies of the three Zhao brothers over and threw them into the Zhao family's house, then shoveled up the blood-stained firewood and weeds and threw them in as well.
At this moment, he felt a chill of fear; he had just killed three living, breathing people.
He felt a churning in his stomach and almost vomited.
He searched Old Zhao's house again, carrying out five bags of grain, and also found twenty or thirty taels of silver and about a hundred copper coins before setting it on fire.
Seeing that Jin Xiangyu did a thorough search before setting the fire, Lin Feng smiled. This kid was just as frugal as he had been back then. He would take him on as a disciple.
However, he still hadn't figured out what the golden light on Jin Xiangyu's body represented.
Lin Feng realized that after his breakthrough in mental power, he hadn't used his mental power to examine himself or see the color of the light emanating from his body.
He used his mental power to investigate and found that he was also emitting golden light, with a faint layer of seven-colored light on top of the golden light.
Lin Feng pondered: Could the golden light represent spiritual power?
If that's the case, then it would be much easier to find someone with spiritual power.
I need to develop Jin Xiangyu's mental strength first to verify my guess.