Chapter 156: The Might of a Grandmaster

The crowd was struck by his words like a thunderclap, their faces pale with shock. They had assumed that having offended the Xie family, he would have been fortunate to escape unscathed and would have known when to quit. They never imagined he would be so relentlessly aggressive.

"A life for a life?" Xie Jiuling let out a cold scoff, unable to believe his ears. "You must be insane! I only spared your life for your mother's sake. Do you truly think that just because you have a few tricks up your sleeve, the Xie family cannot touch you?"

No sooner had Xie Jiuling finished speaking than the bodyguards beside him pulled out their firearms without hesitation. In an instant, twenty or thirty pistols were leveled at Lin Le. The air grew thick with tension, the atmosphere turning perilous.

Xie Xinglong and Xie Dong secretly gloated. *Fire! It would be best if they shot Lin Le dead right now!* They had been pushed to their limits by Lin Le today and longed to see him perish before their eyes.

Only Gongshu Ye sighed to himself. These Xie family members were severely underestimating Lin Le’s strength. Lin Le’s prowess was outstanding even among Grandmasters of the Transformation Realm; with just these twenty or thirty guns, there was simply no chance of victory. Not only were these gunmen far too slow to keep up with Lin Le at such close range, but even if he stood still and let them fire, it was doubtful that ordinary handgun bullets could even injure him. If a few dozen guns were enough to defeat a man like Lin Le, then Grandmasters of the Transformation Realm would have no place in this world.

Gongshu Ye understood that Xie Jiuling likely did not know his grandson was a Grandmaster of the Transformation Realm. Had he known, a man of Xie Jiuling’s intelligence would never have dared to confront him with mere firearms. If Lin Le were truly provoked, the wrath of a Grandmaster would be enough to annihilate the entire Xie family, and Gongshu Ye would not be the least bit surprised.

Seeing his father, Xie Jiuling, prepare to use force, Xie Qiushan was struck with terror. "Father, he is your own grandson! How can you do this?" she cried out.

"I have already said, I, Xie Jiuling, have never had a grandson surnamed Lin!" Xie Jiuling barked, his face dark with rage. "He wants our Xie family to pay with a life? I want to see if he has the capability to make it happen!"

Xie Qiushan felt utterly helpless. She never imagined that her own son and father would become enemies, standing with blades and guns drawn, ready to take each other’s lives.

Facing the two dozen guns, Lin Le remained cold and expressionless. His blood-red eyes scanned the bodyguards with a chilling, murderous light. "Do you truly think these pieces of scrap metal can stop me?"

The bodyguards, all skilled martial artists themselves, served as Xie Jiuling’s personal security and were far more capable than standard guards. Yet, as Lin Le’s gaze swept over them, they felt a profound, primal terror. Despite their numerical superiority and their weapons, they were gripped by an inexplicable panic.

Xie Jiuling paused, his voice low and dangerous: "If you aren't afraid of death, you are welcome to try."

"Do you really think I’m afraid?" Lin Le replied with a mocking sneer.

Xie Jingguo, Xie Xinglong, and the others were stunned. *What is this boy doing? Has he gone so mad that he intends to fight dozens of gunmen?*

Xie Jiuling looked at Lin Le as if he were looking at a madman, unsure if the boy was truly reckless enough to throw his life away. As these thoughts raced through their minds, a shocking scene unfolded.

Lin Le’s expression turned icy, and he took a step forward. With that single stride, he bypassed Xie Jiuling and plunged directly into the middle of the gunmen.

"What?!" Xie Jiuling exclaimed.

The crowd was dumbfounded. None of them expected Lin Le to actually make a move. The gunmen were equally caught off guard; they had not believed he would truly dare to engage them, nor had they expected such blinding speed. Before they could react, Lin Le’s fists and feet descended upon them like a torrential storm.

*Thud! Thud! Thud!* In the blink of an eye, seven or eight gunmen were struck down. Lin Le moved with such startling agility, weaving through the ranks so rapidly that the gunmen’s eyes struggled to track his form. Because he stayed in the thick of their formation, they were hesitant to fire for fear of hitting their own, leaving them unable to pull their triggers.

The onlookers watched, slack-jawed, as Lin Le effortlessly dismantled the guards. Even Xie Jiuling finally witnessed the true extent of Lin Le’s power. He had only heard from Hao Fei that Lin Le had defeated Xie Xinglong and Xie Dong, but he never imagined such a level of dominance. It was as if Lin Le were a warrior capable of taking the head of a general amidst a vast army.

One by one, the gunmen were laid out. A guard, spotting an opportunity, rushed behind Lin Le and pressed his pistol against his back. Before he could fire, Lin Le spun around and slammed a punch directly into the muzzle of the gun. A dull *thud* echoed as the steel weapon shattered into countless pieces, leaving the gunman holding nothing but a broken grip.

The crowd gasped in horror. Shattering a steel firearm with a single punch—such strength was unheard of. The gunman stood frozen, staring at the useless handle in his hand, his chin trembling. Before he could recover, Lin Le’s fist struck him, sending him flying.

"Spread out!" one of the gunmen shouted.

They scrambled to scatter, hoping to isolate Lin Le and gain an angle to fire. But Lin Le gave them no such chance. He shadowed their every move, continuing to strike them down one by one.

Just then, two sharp cracks rang out—*Bang! Bang!* A gunman who had hidden himself earlier had seized the moment to open fire. One bullet struck the ground near Lin Le’s feet, while the other, too fast to dodge, hit Lin Le directly in the chest.

"Ah!" Xie Qiushan screamed, "Xiao Le!"

Xie Jiuling’s face revealed a flicker of shock. Though he harbored deep resentment toward Lin Le, he was still his grandson. He had only intended to force him into submission, not to kill him. Seeing him hit, a wave of concern washed over him. Xie Xinglong and Xie Dong were overjoyed, convinced that Lin Le had been struck dead on the spot.

But before their joy could fully manifest, something impossible happened.

With a soft *clink*, a small, flattened bullet casing fell from Lin Le’s chest, compressed into the shape of a tiny iron coin.

Xie Qiushan’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Wh... what..."

The entire room fell into a stunned silence. *Bullets couldn't pierce him? Is he even human?*

Every person present now looked at Lin Le with profound, trembling fear. The gunman who had fired the shot stood paralyzed, his pistol clattering to the floor. The remaining guards no longer dared to raise their weapons, staring at Lin Le with the terror of those witnessing a god or demon descended upon the earth.