novelapdf Chapter 13 Testing
Chapter 13 Testing
The air inside the teahouse seemed to freeze.
The combined attack of the Thousand Threads Disciples, "Net-like Formation," has been activated!
Three jet-black darts on the left tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound, forming a triangular shape to block Lin Mo's upper, middle, and lower routes. The angles were tricky, and the force was fierce!
On the right side, a dense mass of fine needles, like a sudden rain, silently enveloped the entire body.
The fine, cold light flashed, specifically designed to break through protective qi. Once it touched the body, it could instantly paralyze the meridians, rendering the person powerless to resist!
Hardness and softness, light and darkness.
Their perfect coordination demonstrated the Thousand Silk Sect disciples' superb teamwork and ruthless methods.
Ordinary martial artists, even experienced veterans, would mostly be either killed or seriously injured when faced with such a sudden and wide-ranging combined attack of hidden weapons.
At the very least, they will be flustered and reveal their weaknesses.
The tea drinkers were terrified. Some crouched down with their heads in their hands, while others scrambled towards the stairwell. Tables and chairs were knocked over, and the sound of breaking cups and plates filled the air.
The storyteller had already shrunk behind the counter, trembling with fear.
Only the burly man with the bushy beard, because he was too close and shocked by Lin Mo's rescue, stood frozen in place, unable to move forward or backward.
Faced with this fierce and sudden attack, Lin Mo's eyes remained as calm as a deep well.
As a core assassin of the Thousand Silk Sect in his previous life, he was extremely familiar with this "Net-like" method.
It could even be said that he had used this combined attack technique to take the lives of countless targets.
Its changes, its weaknesses, and its possible follow-up combos have long been etched into his very being.
Just as the spear and needle were about to strike, Lin Mo moved.
He didn't retreat or dodge left or right, but instead took half a step forward to face the three most powerful darts on his left!
That half-step was exquisitely precise! It allowed him to avoid the core trajectory where the spear's force was at its peak, while also freeing him from the densest area of the fine needles on his right.
At the same time, his left sleeve flicked out like flowing clouds, not with a direct clash, but with a gentle, viscous force, touching the tail of the topmost dart. His wrist twisted slightly, releasing a hidden burst of energy.
"Buzz!"
The black dart, which had been hurtling forward, seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, suddenly changing direction and moving even faster than it had come. With a "whoosh," it struck the middle dart with perfect accuracy! The two darts collided in mid-air, producing a piercing metallic clang, and at the same time changed their trajectories, heading diagonally towards the ground.
Lin Mo's right hand, at some point, had formed a sword-like shape with fingers joined together, a barely perceptible wisp of pale gray energy swirling around the fingertips, as he gently tapped the side of the spear below!
"Ding!"
With a soft thud, the spear, like a venomous snake whose vital spot had been struck, suddenly lost all its strength and fell to the ground with a clatter.
As for the cluster of fine needles on his right, Lin Mo's half-step forward and slight sideways movement caused most of them to miss. Only a few shot towards his unavoidable location, but after his right hand deflected the dart, he smoothly swept it back, his five fingers spreading out, drawing an arc in the air.
Those few fine needles seemed to have struck an invisible wall of air, or perhaps they were pulled by a gentle force, all deviating from their original trajectory. They grazed his clothes and shot into the wooden partition behind him with muffled "plop" sounds.
In the blink of an eye, the seemingly perilous "net-like" trap was effortlessly and effortlessly resolved by Lin Mo in such an unbelievable way!
He remained standing in the same spot, his clothes fluttering slightly, his expression calm, as if he had merely brushed away a few specks of dust.
The entire second floor fell into a deathly silence.
You could hear a pin drop.
The tea drinkers who were fleeing in panic also stopped in their tracks, staring in disbelief at the scene.
The burly man with a thick beard gaped, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.
He knew that if he had faced that attack, he would have been badly injured even if he hadn't died, and there was no way he could have withstood it so easily.
The disciples of the Thousand Silk Sect looked as if they had seen a ghost, their faces filled with horror and bewilderment.
"How is that possible?!"
The disciple with the high-pitched voice cried out in disbelief. He was extremely confident in the fine needles he had released and had never imagined that they could be countered in such a way.
The hoarse senior brother's face was so gloomy it could drip water. He stared intently at Lin Mo, his heart feeling as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand.
The method Lin Mo used to break the "Net-like" technique seemed simple, but it actually contained extremely high eyesight, judgment, and a subtle control over the force!
Especially the flick of the sleeve, the touch of the fingertip, and the final arc drawn...
The subtle charm it exudes is far beyond ordinary martial arts techniques.
instead…
Instead, it resembles a more profound and core method of energy manipulation used by their Thousand Silk Sect.
It's just more refined and more effortless!
This feeling, both familiar and strange, sent a chill down his spine.
"Who...who are you?!"
The hoarse senior brother's voice trembled slightly as he shouted sternly, "Your technique is definitely not unique to the Canal Gang! Tell me! Where did you learn it from?!"
He stopped mentioning taking Lin Mo away and instead directly questioned the source of the method.
Lin Mo's demonstrated strength and understanding of the Thousand Silk Sect's martial arts have far exceeded the scope of a "suspicious person".
This made him feel an unprecedented sense of threat and…
A hint of fear.
Lin Mo slowly raised his eyelids, his gaze calmly sweeping over the other person's face, which was contorted with shock and anger.
"Steal it?" He repeated it softly, the faint smile on his lips reappearing, this time tinged with a hint of mockery, like a crack in ice. "You think your amateurish 'Network' technique is worthy of my stealing?"
His tone was calm, yet it contained immense contempt, like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, instantly creating ripples!
"Arrogant!"
"court death!"
The disciples of the Thousand Silk Sect had never suffered such humiliation, especially from an unknown minor leader of the Canal Gang! After the initial shock came overwhelming rage.
The disciple with the shrill voice, whose temperament was the most impatient, was provoked and, disregarding the fact that his senior brother had not yet given the order, shouted sharply, "Playing tricks! Try taking another variation of my 'Rain of Pear Blossoms'!"
He raised both hands simultaneously, and this time, instead of scattered fine needles, dozens of cold stars poured out like a real rainstorm, covering a wider area and moving faster. Moreover, the cold stars were faintly connected by energy, forming a strange force field that gave people the illusion that there was no way to avoid it! This was his trump card, and when he used it in anger, its power was doubled!
However, facing this even more fierce "rain of pear blossoms," a genuine chill flashed across Lin Mo's eyes for the first time.
"Fancy and overly complicated."
After uttering four words, he finally moved.
He actually rushed forward into the "torrential rain"!
His figure became somewhat blurry at this moment, his steps unpredictable and mysterious, as if he had transformed into a wisp of green smoke, weaving and wandering through the dense gaps between the cold stars.
Every turn to the side, every twist of the waist, was a perfect evasion of a fatal attack.
The incoming projectiles would often graz his body by the slightest distance, striking the tables, chairs, and walls behind him with a crackling sound and sending wood chips flying, but they could never touch a single piece of his clothing!
This was not only due to his extraordinary eyesight and reflexes, but also based on his profound understanding of the Thousand Silk Sect's hidden weapon techniques, which allowed him to predict all possible trajectory changes!
In the blink of an eye, Lin Mo had crossed most of the area covered by the "torrential rain" and was approaching the disciple with the high-pitched voice.
Seeing Lin Mo approach like a ghost, the disciple was terrified and hurriedly tried to retreat, while reaching into his robes again, seemingly to pull out an even more powerful hidden weapon.
But Lin Mo didn't give him a chance.
In the instant their figures crossed, Lin Mo's right hand moved like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, so fast that it left only a blur, lightly touching and pressing on the disciple's wrist.
"Snap!"
A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.
"ah--!"
The disciple let out a piercing scream, his movement to draw his hidden weapon froze instantly, and his wrist bent at an odd angle, clearly crippled in an instant.
This is not over yet.
Lin Mo did not loosen his fingers on his wrist, but instead pulled him along, and a subtle yet irresistible internal force penetrated his body!
The disciple felt a cold current rush into his arm meridians. Wherever it passed, his meridians felt as if they were being pierced by countless fine needles, causing excruciating pain. Moreover, this force was heading straight for the core of his internal energy circulation!
"puff!"
He coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall behind him before sliding down softly. His face was pale and his breath was weak, clearly indicating that he had lost his fighting ability.
Lin Mo used another insidious technique from the Thousand Silk Sect—"Pulse Severing Finger".
However, he made it more concealed, his strength more concentrated, and the effect more intense.
All of this happened too fast; from Lin Mo rushing forward to crippling a disciple, it was only a matter of a breath.
The hoarse senior brother and the other two disciples were both shocked and furious.
"Junior brother!"
"Attack him together! Kill him!"
The hoarse senior brother finally held nothing back, roared, and flicked his hands in quick succession. This time, he used his true killing move!
Several thin blades, shimmering with a deep blue hue and shaped like willow leaves, shot out silently. Their trajectories were unpredictable, as if they were alive, drawing strange arcs in the air and attacking Lin Mo's vital points from different angles!
This is the "Azure Willow Leaf," a highly poisonous herb that can kill instantly upon contact with blood!
The other two disciples also made their move at the same time. One of them threw out a barbed rope, aiming to entangle Lin Mo's feet.
The other person fired several "phosphorus fire bombs" that could explode and produce poisonous mist, blocking Lin Mo's retreat and line of sight.
The three joined forces, unleashing their most lethal moves, determined to kill this mysterious and terrifying opponent on the spot!