Decaying World

Chapter 61 061 Test 1
On the school field.

The group of elderly people seemed to have been frozen in time. From the moment they saw Lin Hui cross more than ten meters in an instant, they were completely silent.

The speed was incredible; in the blink of an eye, it covered a vast distance and appeared out of thin air behind Mu Qiaozhi.

It was as if everyone was seeing things.

Only Xiao Hu, Xiao Pang, and Xie Li, who had truly undergone body tempering, could barely see Lin Hui's movements in that brief moment.

That's too fast, it's practically inhuman.

Even among the Ming generation back then, the three of them doubted that they were as fast as Lin Hui is now.

However, without a concrete comparison, they only had a vague feeling and a slight doubt.

The breeze blows.

On the training ground, Mu Qiaozhi dared not move. She could clearly feel that the tip of the sword had pierced her scalp at the back of her head, and a thin stream of blood was slowly flowing down from her hair.

Her physical skills hadn't reached the level of invulnerability to swords and spears. Only with the seventh rank or higher of the Body Tempering Black Dragon Claw could she barely achieve the level of being difficult to harm by swords and spears. Moreover, that was only with ordinary swords and spears. Compared to the good sword in Lin Hui's hand, coupled with his super speed, Mu Qiaozhi wasn't confident that she could block it.

"Misunderstanding!" Mu Qiaozhi suddenly forced a smile. "I was just joking with Weiwei." She gently raised her claws and released her hands from Weiwei's knees.

"I was just joking with you," Lin Hui said calmly, putting down his sword.

He looked at Weiwei on the ground, and only after confirming that she was alright did he turn his gaze back to Mu Qiaozhi.

Mu Qiaozhi and Xie Li took the opportunity to step back and stand together.

Especially Mu Qiaozhi, who had just experienced that deadly threat, looked at Lin Hui with extreme fear.

She had no idea how Lin Hui had managed to move so fast in an instant. Even she hadn't been able to react in time.

"Mu Qiaozhi, since you have betrayed the sect, you are no longer qualified to use the martial arts of my Qingfeng Temple." Lin Hui raised his sword, turned it slightly, and the silver sword light reflected on his chin, dividing his face into two parts of light and shadow.

"You!?" Mu Qiaozhi's expression changed. "What do you want to do!?"

"The hand that uses the sword is the right hand."

Suddenly a soft voice sounded from behind her.

Lin Hui, who was ahead, silently turned into a phantom and vanished.

Instead, Lin Hui appeared less than a meter behind Mu Qiaozhi.

Only then did Mu Qiaozhi realize what was happening, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"How is this speed possible?!"

puff! !

Her entire right arm was severed at the elbow, spurting out a large amount of blood.

Blood splattered and splashed on the ground, staining the gray ground in a fan shape.

Plop.

Mu Qiaozhi knelt on the ground, trembling all over, and covered her severed arm, tightly clamping the blood vessel to reduce the bleeding.

But because she had just fought, her blood was already flowing rapidly. When her arm was suddenly severed, her blood pressure plummeted as her blood relaxed. This sudden physiological change caused her vision to blur and her back to bend over.

hiss.

Lin Hui behind him slowly sheathed his sword; the sword was so fast that not a trace of blood remained on it.

"My hand!!!" Mu Qiaozhi growled in pain.

Only then did she realize that her right arm was broken, gone!
Whether it was the Qingfeng Sword or the Black Dragon Claw, she had practiced them both intensively with her right hand! And now, that dominant arm was gone!?
This is equivalent to crippling most of her martial arts skills!
Even if it is reattached later, the cultivation level cannot be restored, and the dexterity of the reattached hand is far inferior to its original state.

Anger, fear, and pain tore at Mu Qiaozhi's heart.

But feeling Lin Hui's menacing gaze behind her, the anger and pain in her heart were gradually suppressed by more fear.

"Xie Li! Help me up, let's go!" she whispered.

Only then did Xie Li realize that she had been stunned by the scene before her.

She had initially thought she would see her senior sister easily resolve the issues between Weiwei and Lin Hui, but when she saw that her senior sister almost crippled Weiwei, she became worried, since Weiwei had a missing father who was at the Inner Strength Realm.

Although the Mu family is also a family of Summoners, it's best to avoid provoking them if possible.

But what happened next took a sharp turn for the worse, leaving her dumbfounded.

Lin Hui appeared, forced his senior sister to release Weiwei with a single sword strike, and then instantly severed her right arm.

Calm, incredibly fast, ruthless.

No sloppiness!

This performance was a stark contrast to the image she had of him as a simpleton who only knew how to practice swordsmanship.

When did he become so strong?!?

The confusion and doubt in Xie Li's heart were like a flood, almost drowning her thoughts.

"Xie Li!" It wasn't until her senior sister's stern shout that she was awakened.

"go!"

"Yes, yes!" Xie Li finally came to her senses and quickly stepped forward to help Mu Qiaozhi. The two picked up the severed arm and staggered as they quickly left the Taoist temple.

Lin Hui did not pursue them further, but simply watched them leave calmly.

He looked up at the sky; the gray fog remained unchanged, but he himself was different now.

Watching Weiwei slowly get up from the ground, the elderly people around her looking at her with awe, and Xiaohu and Xiaopang looking at her with admiration.

Lin Hui turned around and headed back towards the main hall. "Continue practicing, this matter is settled."

He left behind a single sentence and then disappeared through the palace gates.

Weiwei dusted herself off, gritted her teeth, and recalled the sudden change in her life. At that moment, she truly believed she was going to be crippled.

Although a shattered knee can be healed, it will take at least half a year to recover, and even if it does, it will be very difficult to return to peak condition.

By then, Mu Qiaozhi will likely have rebuilt the training center and completely dominated the new market.

That might be their goal.

Unexpectedly, his usually low-key junior brother, Lin Hui, suddenly made a move.
She never imagined that Lin Hui was so strong!

She used to think that Lin Hui was about the same level as her, maybe a little stronger, but not by much; they were probably on the same level.

But today.
That kind of speed is so fast it's dazzling.

Weiwei couldn't understand it; she even had a vague feeling that her father wasn't as fast as Lin Hui.

"How...how could that be? Father is an expert in the Inner Strength Realm. It must be my imagination." She argued in her heart, hurriedly went to her bedroom to change her clothes, applied medicine to her body, and then went to the main hall to find Lin Hui.

Enter the main hall.

Lin Hui was standing in front of the statue, looking up and quietly gazing at the broken sculpture.

"Junior brother," Weiwei said softly.

“You should call me Sect Leader,” Lin Hui interrupted her. Turning around, he asked, “Are you alright?”

"No, it's just a scratch." Weiwei sensed something unusual in the other person's tone.

"That's good." Lin Hui nodded. "Mu Qiaozhi's visit made me realize that a sect can't rely on just me. There will be times when I have to leave or go into seclusion to cultivate, and during those times, others will be needed to support us."

"Yes, just like today, if it weren't for you." Weiwei's face was still a little pale.

"It's good that Senior Sister understands." Lin Hui turned around and continued looking at the statue. "But in a short time, I can't find enough experts to support the sect."

“It takes many years to train a master,” Weiwei nodded.

"Yes," Lin Hui replied. "Before, I thought that by keeping a low profile and not competing or fighting, no one would bother me. As long as I quietly practiced my sword and lived a peaceful life, that would be enough. But I never expected that even so, someone would come knocking on my door to cause trouble for a little bit of profit."

"So, what are you planning to do?" Weiwei could no longer understand Lin Hui's strength.

All I know is that he's incredibly strong. Although he hasn't reached the Inner Strength Realm, his speed is terrifying. He might even be faster than Bao and the Abbot back then.

It is naturally invincible.

"What did the Black Dragon Gate do back then?" Lin Hui asked softly. "I did the same thing."

“We have no chance of winning in a direct confrontation. We also lack manpower.” Weiwei paused for a moment, then said.

"It's alright, we can take manpower from others," Lin Hui said with a smile.

"But how loyal can people you steal be?"

"Are the disciples trained by Qingfeng Temple for so many years truly loyal?"

Lin Hui's question left Weiwei speechless.

"The Black Dragon Sect taught me a lesson. If you don't have enough manpower, just rob them. Since you can't cultivate people's hearts, just make them afraid," Lin Hui said with a smile.

He stood before the statue and thought for a long time.

This conclusion was finally reached.

Demonstrating appropriate strength and openly gathering enough power to protect one's own interests is the best way to ensure one's safety.

As for loyalty?

Human hearts are fickle; how can one guarantee lasting loyalty?
As long as you are strong enough, fear is the best medicine to maintain loyalty.

“That’s not right.” Weiwei couldn’t refute it, but her long-established values ​​still made her feel that this was not good, not good at all.

But Lin Hui was too lazy to answer her.

"The Black Dragon Gate has come knocking on our door; I need to give them a small return gift."

"What do you plan to do?" Weiwei paused, her mind involuntarily recalling the scene when Song Zhanlong defeated the heavily injured Baohe Daoist.

Lin Hui smiled without saying a word.

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Black Dragon Gate.

Click.

Song Zhanlong looked at Mu Qiaozhi, who was kneeling on the ground, and at her severed right arm. Suddenly, the teacup in his hand shattered, spilling tea.

"You mean you went to Qingfeng Temple, and not only did you not get rid of the person, you also lost your right hand?!"

Not only him, but all the disciples around who witnessed this scene felt their hearts pound.

Everyone knows Mu Qiaozhi's strength; the rankings within the Black Dragon Gate are earned through real battles.

Despite having mastered the limits of the Seven-Section Quick Sword tempering technique of Mu Qiaozhi and combined it with the sixth-grade cultivation of the Black Dragon Claw tempering technique, she still suffered such a crushing defeat.
"This disciple is incompetent," Mu Qiaozhi said, bowing her head as she endured the pain.

The closer one gets to Song Zhanlong, the more one can feel his terrifying power.

Even her family's elder, the one who inspires others, would most likely be no match for Song Zhanlong.

Judging from his invulnerability to blades and spears back then, Song has likely reached the fifth level of the internal energy realm, where his entire body is covered by internal energy. He is only one step away from the highest sixth level.

She had spent three years trying to reach the Inner Strength Realm, and she knew the details of it by heart.
(End of this chapter)