After a few guys fired their last bullet, they raised their guns to shoot, but there were no more rounds. They looked at each other, then shook their heads in resignation. However, just as they were montarily stunned, they suddenly felt a blur in front of them as a figure darted past. This swift figure was Lin Mu, who had been counting down the bullets in their guns with astonishing logic. When he counted down to one, their bullets were indeed exhausted, and at this mont, Lin Mu leapt forward, charging towards the group of assassins.
"Heh, had enough fun?" Lin Mu asked the group with a chuckle.
The group looked at Lin Mu and sneered, "Lin Mu, don't be arrogant! Today is the day you die."
"Oh really? With just you bunch of losers?" Lin Mu scoffed. "There are many people in this world who want to kill , but you lot don't have what it takes."
"To kill you alone, we are more than enough," one of them sneered.
"Oh, I've heard that from many before, yet they all died before . Today might be no exception! Also, if I'm not mistaken, you guys are from the Iron Blood Corps, right?" Lin Mu said, looking at the group.
"That's right, we are from the Iron Blood Corps. We know your identity all too well, but unfortunately, you can't remain in this world," one of them said with a light smile, looking at Lin Mu.
Lin Mu nodded, "Hmm, alright then, I hope your wish cos true."
The man sneered, then pulled out a dagger from his chest, and the others followed suit, all drawing daggers as they rushed towards Lin Mu.
These were mbers of the Iron Blood Corps, their skills needless to say, having undergone rigorous training, with backgrounds as top-tier special forces. Experts can tell just by looking, their moves were clean and swift, launching a fierce attack on Lin Mu's vital points from the start.
Lin Mu did not dare to be careless, dodging their encirclent with a quick shift, then adopting a tactic of breaking through them individually. He dashed towards the nearest guy, while the Iron Blood Corps engaged with group tactics, superbly coordinated, causing a fierce and entangled battle between Lin Mu and seven or eight mbers of the Iron Blood Corps.
Although the individual strength of the opponents was lacking, the overall combat capability of the Iron Blood Corps increased significantly, the daggers in their hands flashing up and down, forming a strong dagger formation with tight coordination, montarily not yielding any ground.
Of course, Lin Mu's strength is beyond description, having broken through to the Eighth Layer of the Diamond Sutra, his cultivation had reached a new peak, with his bodily functions nearly at the pinnacle of human capability, so the strong formation of the Iron Blood Corps could not harm him at all.
And Lin Mu's figure moved swiftly among the Iron Blood Corps, but the Iron Blood mbers were well-coordinated, both sides had their strengths, making it hard to determine a winner. If Lin Mu wanted to erge victorious, he had to find an appropriate breakthrough point.
The battle beca increasingly intense, with Lin Mu launching strong attacks while patiently searching for the opponent's flaws. One of the Iron Blood mbers seed relatively new, his movents were always a beat slower compared to his teammates, so Lin Mu imdiately focused his attack on him, the dagger wheeling like a windmill in front of him. Although his teammates ca to his aid, he was still a bit slower, as Lin Mu kicked his face in. Once Lin Mu decided to kill soone, they would not escape; he delivered a palm blade to the man's arm, then grabbed his right hand to snatch his dagger and plunged it into his throat, and then kicked his body several ters away with a swift motion.
With the dagger in hand, Lin Mu was like a tiger with wings, quickly opening up the situation. The Legion, having lost teamwork, began to falter, and another guy, not agile enough, had his gut slit open with a flash of silver!
"Ah..." The screams were deafening.
Having taken down two, Lin Mu was now in a frenzy, wielding the dagger like a windmill as he charged into the enemy's ranks. The Iron Blood Corps seed to be utterly terrified, looking at the god-slaying Lin Mu generating cold sweat, the tragic state of their comrades instilled fear, causing them to retreat defensively, not daring to recklessly charge again.
But Lin Mu showed no rcy. Since the opponents aid to kill him, why should he hold back? The old man was gone too; if people don't provoke , I won't provoke them, but since they want to take my life, I must spill their blood! With this in mind, Lin Mu held nothing back, knowing that being soft on enemies is cruelty to oneself, so with another slice, he stabbed a foe in the abdon, who scread and fell into a pool of blood.
The remaining n were so startled by this scene that they were no longer able to resist, their morale completely shattered by Lin Mu.
"Retreat!" a guy who seed to be the leader shouted, intending to retreat. Continuing to fight under these circumstances was akin to sending themselves to their deaths. They hadn't managed to kill Lin Mu when they were at their strongest and nurically superior, and now with Lin Mu raging, if they didn't retreat, they faced certain death.
They believed that Lin Mu would unhesitatingly finish them off, so their best course of action was to ensure their own lives and retreat first. Lin Mu watched the Iron Blood Corps retreating and sneered, "Trying to run? It won't be that easy."
As the saying goes, a ruthless man stands firm; a narrow-minded man is not a gentleman. Lin Mu never considered himself a pretentious hypocrite, but always claid to be a man of integrity. The experiences on the North African Battlefield forged Lin Mu's explosive personality, steel-like will, and although it is said that it's better to leave a line of hope when doing things, that's only ant for friends. The Iron Blood Corps, being an evil force used by the Liu Family Brothers, constantly opposing Lin Mu and attempting to assassinate him several tis, Lin Mu decided to strike them down rcilessly, leaving no room for leniency.
Whoosh, Lin Mu raised the dagger, leaping into the air, the next second, he was a shadow darting before the few guys.
"Are you trying to run away?"
The few guys glared at Lin Mu with vicious eyes, "What do you want?"
"Finish you off!" Lin Mu's lips slightly curved, showing an evil smile, then he leapt from the air towards his opponents. The Iron Blood mbers, refusing to be outdone, roared defiantly, striving for a last struggle, but no matter how much they fought, the outco remained the sa, there was only one choice: death!
In the blink of an eye, several flashes of blood streaked by, and a few guys fell to the ground. Of course, Lin Mu didn't kill everyone, leaving one behind to deal with the corpses, otherwise, Lin Mu would have to handle it himself, which was botherso and unappetizing!
The poor guy glanced at his comrades lying on the ground, looked at Lin Mu in extre terror, not knowing why Lin Mu didn't kill him, but fearing he might be killed, so his ntal state at that mont was worse than being directly slain, almost unbearably dreadful.
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