Chapter 065: The Death of Wu Sanxing

Yao Kun had not yet recovered when the aftershock of that punch caved in his entire chest. He felt as if his heart were being torn apart, and his whole body was flung backward. At that moment, a chill ran through everyone present.

The steel-forged flying dagger was actually no match for Lin Le’s flesh-and-blood fist? Was such a powerful body even human?

Only Yao Kun understood: the other had not foolishly used his bare fist to clash with the flying dagger. Rather, his fist had been enveloped in a layer of true energy as protection. The dagger never truly touched his body; it was repelled by the force of that true energy before impact.

True energy as body armor—only those at the pinnacle of inner strength could achieve this. Yao Kun himself was not yet capable. The young man before him stood just one step away from the Transformation Realm—the very summit of martial arts.

It was only now that Yao Kun was filled with regret. He realized how foolish he had been to underestimate his opponent. This was someone who had single-handedly challenged the entire Tianxiong Gang, even overpowering Guan Tianxiong, who possessed Shaolin skills and the Arhat Celestial Fist. His strength had always been clear.

Lin Le looked down at Yao Kun with a calm expression and said indifferently, “No matter how powerful your flying dagger technique may be, your physical strength is too weak. Against ordinary opponents, you might prevail, but in front of a true martial arts master, your technique is riddled with flaws. Now, do you believe that I’m the one who killed Zuo Tianlang?”

Yao Kun was stunned. The other’s comments mirrored exactly what his sect leader had told him in anger when he left the Flying Dagger Sect. How could he not be shaken?

“I believe you, I believe you!” Yao Kun replied with a face full of awe and respect.

“I believe your mother!” Suddenly, Wu Sanxing’s furious shout came from afar.

Wu Sanxing now brandished a semi-automatic rifle in his hands! He was a man who had weathered countless bloody battles in the underworld and was extremely cautious; wherever he went, he always kept firearms for protection, though he rarely revealed them.

Seeing Yao Kun defeated, Wu Sanxing wasted no time in bringing out his killing weapon. Though he had some martial arts skills, they were little more than street-fighting tricks—no match for Yao Kun, and certainly not for Lin Le. Yet, with a gun in hand, even the most formidable master could be brought down—at least, Wu Sanxing believed so.

“Come on! Why aren’t you fighting? Do you know what this is? A gun! What era do you think it is? You really think a bit of kung fu makes you invincible?” Wu Sanxing snarled, viciousness glinting in his eyes.

Hou Jinlong now cowered behind Wu Sanxing, looking smugly across the pool at Lin Le.

“Boss Wu, stop wasting time—just shoot him!” Hou Jinlong shouted arrogantly.

“You can shoot if you like,” Lin Le replied coolly from across the pool. “But the moment you fire, you’re dead.”

“Hm?” Wu Sanxing, ruthless as he was, hesitated for a moment. The memory of Lin Le’s earth-shattering punch made him uncertain whether his gun could really defeat that fearsome fist.

But hesitation was fleeting. In the next instant, Wu Sanxing scoffed inwardly—how could a gun possibly lose to a man? All right, let’s see just how tough you really are!

Ever cunning, Wu Sanxing smiled as if nothing were amiss, but his finger quietly squeezed the trigger.

A rapid burst of gunfire erupted, streaks of bullets whizzing across the pool toward Lin Le, with Yao Kun—still at Lin Le’s feet—also in the line of fire.

In a flash, Lin Le kicked Yao Kun aside, and then his body moved like a bird, skimming along the wall, nearly parallel to the ground—almost as if he were running atop the eaves of a roof!

“Die, you bastard! Hahaha…” Wu Sanxing was ecstatic, firing wildly at Lin Le.

The fierce gunfire trailed Lin Le’s heels, seemingly about to overtake him. Just then, Lin Le abruptly changed direction, leaping from the wall toward the pool.

“What?” Wu Sanxing was stunned. He had thought Lin Le would keep running forward, as it was the only way to evade bullets. He had not expected him to take a new route—straight for the water.

What was he doing? Wu Sanxing was baffled.

And then, an astonishing scene unfolded. As Lin Le reached the pool, he did not pause but raced straight onto the water.

In the blink of an eye, he glided over the surface like a soaring eagle, crossing the four-meter width of the pool in an instant.

Before Wu Sanxing could swing his gun around, Lin Le was already upon him.

“What?!” Wu Sanxing could hardly believe his eyes.

He was just about to pull the trigger when—bang!—Lin Le’s fist struck, sending the rifle flying.

“Spare me, please!” Wu Sanxing dropped to his knees without hesitation.

“I warned you: the moment you fired, you were dead.” Lin Le’s voice was icy, eyes brimming with murderous intent.

“Are you really going to kill me? Do you know who I am? I’m the boss of the Black Prosperity Society, the kingpin of the city’s northern underworld! If you kill me, you’ll be making an enemy of the entire Black Prosperity Society!” Wu Sanxing tried both threats and appeals.

“Is that a threat?” Lin Le asked calmly.

“Of course not. I’m only thinking of you… and your family’s safety…” Wu Sanxing’s words were laced with menace.

“Very well,” Lin Le replied indifferently.

Wu Sanxing thought he had frightened his opponent. No matter how strong Lin Le was, surely he wouldn’t dare take on the entire Black Prosperity Society.

Just as Wu Sanxing’s confidence surged, he suddenly felt a coldness at his throat. When he touched it, his hand came away soaked in blood.

“How dare you kill me…” Wu Sanxing gasped in disbelief.

“If you’re counting on someone to avenge you, let them come. If necessary, I’ll destroy your entire Black Prosperity Society!” Lin Le’s voice was cold as death incarnate.

Had Wu Sanxing begged for mercy, perhaps Lin Le would have spared him. But to threaten the safety of Lin Le’s family was to dig his own grave.

Since inheriting the memories of the Emperor Lingxiao, Lin Le’s mind had long surpassed that of an ordinary high school student. In those memories, he had witnessed the power to grant life and death, the ruthless decisiveness of the strong. When faced with threats, how could he hesitate?

Besides, Wu Sanxing had ordered the assassination of the Tang family—a crime deserving death.

Wu Sanxing’s eyes, filled with terror and disbelief, stared blankly as he collapsed into the pool, dyeing the water red in an instant.

A deathly silence fell. Everyone was stunned by Lin Le’s methods.

Wu Sanxing’s most loyal subordinates and elite enforcers were as dumbstruck as wooden statues, unable to believe their boss had been killed so easily.

Hou Jinlong trembled all over, shaking like a leaf.

Only Yao Kun wore a bitter smile. The moment Wu Sanxing pulled the trigger, Yao Kun had known he was doomed. Wu Sanxing had been too arrogant, too dismissive of a martial master’s strength.

Lin Le stood mere steps from the Transformation Realm, an inner strength master whose cultivation a rifle could never defeat. Even if Wu Sanxing had managed to land several bullets, Lin Le could still have taken his head—even while gravely wounded. Such was the terror of a master of inner strength.

What surprised Yao Kun most was that, in the deadly chaos unleashed by Wu Sanxing, it was his own enemy who had saved his life. If Lin Le hadn’t kicked him aside, he would already be dead from Wu Sanxing’s gunfire.

Resolute in killing, yet not lacking in righteousness—this was the true demeanor of a martial master.

Reflecting on the blood-soaked path of his own life, Yao Kun could only admit how mistaken he had been.

After delivering the fatal blow to Wu Sanxing, Lin Le slowly approached Hou Jinlong. “Now, do you still want to kill me?”