Chapter 951: Chapter 952: Is This All You Can Do?
Lin Yifan was fearless in the face of danger, directly raising his palm to et Boss Mao’s blow head-on.
“Boom!”
The two forces collided, creating a powerful montum that swept across the surroundings.
The “bandits” charging a toll were taken aback, never expecting the seemingly frail Lin Yifan to be such a formidable cultivator; it seed they were in for a tough fight today.
Boss Mao was extrely shocked, no one understood better than him how potent his strike was; yet, such a powerful blow was effortlessly caught by Lin Yifan’s bare hands. How could he not be astonished?
The opponent’s realm was fully exposed—Divine Transformation Second Realm Early Stage—two realms lower than his, and yet Lin Yifan was able to catch his strong blow with just this strength.
Why was this? How on earth did he achieve it?
The only explanation was that Lin Yifan had employed a Super Martial Arts, otherwise, with his lower realm, there was no way he could withstand such a fierce attack.
“Is your prowess so lacking? Seems like your wife might need a sturdy man to serve her!” Lin Yifan mocked, showing no respect.
Boss Mao flew into a rage, pointing at Lin Yifan’s nose and scolding, “You little punk, what’s there to be so smug about? Don’t think you’re invincible just because you blocked a blow. The real show is just beginning!”
“Oh? Then I’d like to see what other tricks you have!” Lin Yifan said calmly, unfazed.
In this small world, he could act with impunity; he could go wherever he pleased, and no one could restrain him. As long as he had no death wish, no one could kill him.
Boss Mao was furious; he had never been so belittled by a junior before, and he had to teach Lin Yifan a lesson, or he would never be able to lift his head again.
The next mont, he advanced again with the large cleaver, enhancing his movents with qinggong, constantly changing his position, intending to use agile movent techniques to cut Lin Yifan down.
However, he underestimated Lin Yifan’s insight, sense, and qinggong ability.
Lin Yifan quickly locked onto his position and once again lightly raised his hand to fend off the fierce blow.
Boss Mao was in utter disbelief.
He had no idea how Lin Yifan sensed his position; in any case, this level of skill didn’t seem possible for soone of Lin Yifan’s stature.
Moreover, Lin Yifan was always able to easily deflect his attacks, making him increasingly uneasy.
The other’s ease was not feigned; he had the strength to back his bravado.
“Is that all you can do? How will you satisfy your wife like that?” Lin Yifan pushed aside the big cleaver and sneered.
He had used the Witchcraft Palm for both counters.
The “Witchcraft Palm” was a Super Martial Arts, which elevated Lin Yifan’s strength to the Divine Transformation Second Realm Peak, making it easy to fend off Boss Mao’s cleaver.
“You little punk! Dare to mock ? I’ll make you wish you were dead!”
The next mont, Boss Mao unleashed his most powerful strength, intending to dismber Lin Yifan.
But ultimately, he failed to achieve his goal.
Lin Yifan perford a technique splitting into three avatars, and with other Super Martial Arts, he easily subdued Boss Mao.
“Hero! Spare !”
The blade of Lin Yifan’s sword rested on Boss Mao’s neck, a slight cut away from his life; thus, he dared not act rashly.
“Spare you? Hmph, is it a bit late to beg for rcy now?” Lin Yifan sneered.
He hadn’t intended to provoke the other side—it was they who insisted on antagonizing him, so they couldn’t bla him for being ruthless.
“Not too late! Not too late! As long as Hero spares , I’ll do anything you say.” Boss Mao responded shalessly.
“You’re not a woman, what use do I have for you?” Lin Yifan asked in annoyance.
“Hero, though I’m not a woman, I can help capture many won for you! How about that?” Boss Mao replied with a sly grin, the implication clear.
“Damn! You can co up with such depraved ideas? Do you believe I can finish you off with one swift cut?” Lin Yifan was disgusted by Boss Mao’s behavior, typical of a scoundrel.
“Hero! No, please! I only suggested it seeing your apparent ‘need.’ Please don’t kill !” Boss Mao was frightened out of his wits, hastily explaining.
“Which eye of yours sees as ‘needy’?” Lin Yifan asked sternly.
Boss Mao realized it was a trap, so he responded evasively with a sly look: “Hero, didn’t you just say you wanted won?”
“Even if I want won, I don’t need you to capture them, you lunatic!” Lin Yifan cursed irritably.
Surprisingly, Boss Mao wasn’t angry and instead smiled in response: “Hero, you’re right to curse , I am indeed a lunatic.”
Lin Yifan was at a loss for words, unable to muster any anger. He had to helplessly inquire: “What sect are you from? Why are you lingering here extorting passage fees?”
“Hero! I’m from Qiushan Sect. The reason we’re collecting tolls here is to gain so profit.” Boss Mao replied openly without reservation.
“So, have you gained any profit?” Lin Yifan curiously asked.
“Gained a bit!” Boss Mao replied with a shifty look.
The Qiushan Sect had been ambushing here, collecting tolls from lone cultivators of various sects, swindling many.
“Hand them all over! I’m confiscating them!” Lin Yifan ordered with a stern face.
He asked so much purely for these treasures—there was no way he’d let his efforts go to waste, right?
“What? Hero, isn’t this too much? I’ve earned these treasures with much effort, isn’t this a bit unreasonable?” Boss Mao protested unwillingly.
These treasures were hard-earned through ambush, they were unwilling to just hand them over.
“Earned my ass, you looted them without effort, with such brazenness. I want to chop you, you bastard.” Lin Yifan fud and scolded.
Seeing Lin Yifan so enraged, Boss Mao dared not offend him, pandering in a low voice: “Yes, yes, Hero, you’re right! I’m shaless, I’m a scoundrel, my thods are despicable.”
“Hurry and hand over the goods or I’ll have your head!” Lin Yifan commanded again.
Boss Mao dared not delay any longer, ordering his fellow disciples to surrender all the treasures acquired during this ti to Lin Yifan.
Although the disciples of Qiushan Sect were reluctant to give up the treasures, they valued Senior Brother Mao’s life more.
Compared to these treasures, Mao Shixiong’s life seed more important.
Lin Yifan easily obtained a large number of treasures, and though few were to his taste, having so was better than none.
“Is this all the treasures you collected during this period?” Lin Yifan curiously asked.
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