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With a cultivation level of Martial Apprentice Level 7, his combat ability is surprisingly strong.

Lin Yun shook the blood off his knife, feeling somewhat surprised.

These three may not be able to cultivate to the level of Martial Master, but their skills are far superior to those of ordinary students at the Imperial Martial Academy. They have clearly honed their skills through life-and-death struggles.

No wonder they dared to rob near the entrance to the wilderness area; they certainly have some skill.

Unfortunately, they chose the wrong target.

The rotten rat gritted its teeth, reached into its pocket, pulled out a dusty gray pill, and without thinking, threw it into its mouth, crushed it, and swallowed it.

The moment the pill went down his throat, his vital energy surged dramatically, becoming nearly 50% stronger than before.

His skin flushed an unnatural red, and even the veins on his hand holding the dagger bulged. His eyes held a hint of madness.

This is a Berserk Pill, which can temporarily boost combat power, but it has severe side effects, leaving you weak for several days afterward.

Unless absolutely necessary, rotten rats would never be used.

But given today's situation, there's no need to worry about danger.

Upon seeing this, Liu Si and He Ping immediately readjusted their positions.

The three of them formed an encirclement formation again, with Rotten Rat holding the line from the front, Liu Si parrying, and He Ping harassing from the flanks.

They were all seasoned veterans who had been in the wilderness for many years. Even if someone got hurt, they remained calm and their teamwork was still impeccable.

The objective was clear: to wear Lin Yun down.

Lin Yun tightened his grip on the knife, but his breathing remained steady.

He could tell that while the pills the rotten rats had taken had increased their strength and speed, they had also affected their mental state, causing them to react more slowly.

It's clearly not a good medicine.

The opponent's movements became more exaggerated, revealing even more openings than before.

Especially when he exerted force, the stiffness in his joints was more obvious than before.

Lin Yun patiently maneuvered and dodged, waiting for his opponent to reveal a weakness.

The more the rat attacked, the more agitated it became. Its speed increased, but its swordplay became increasingly chaotic.

He let out a low roar, channeling all his energy into the short sword, and thrust it fiercely towards Lin Yun's chest with all his might.

Right now.

A glint of light flashed in Lin Yun's eyes.

This is the moment he's been waiting for.

The rat exerted too much force, so its recovery was inevitably slower.

Lin Yun's feet unleashed a burst of speed with the Wind Step, his figure flashing like a wisp of smoke as he rushed into the center gate.

"Nine moves of the startled string, the string breaks."

He flicked his wrist repeatedly, unleashing three consecutive slashes with his Bloodfang Blade. Three dark red blade lights overlapped, densely packed, each strike landing at the same angle.

The rotten rat hurriedly raised its knife to block.

The first strike landed on the short sword, causing his forearm to go numb and his blood to surge.

The second blow followed immediately, leaving a deep gash on the blade of the short sword.

With the third strike, a crisp cracking sound rang out, and the narrow-bladed dagger was cleaved in two.

Before the blade's momentum was exhausted, the Bloodfang Blade's edge slashed diagonally across the rotting rat's throat.

The rotting rat froze abruptly, and the broken half of the knife clattered to the ground.

He clutched his throat tightly with both hands, his eyes wide open, staring at Lin Yun, and making hoarse, escaping sounds.

Blood gushed out from between his fingers and flowed down his arm.

He swayed, then collapsed to the ground, twitched twice, and then fell silent.

When Liu Si saw the rotten rat fall, he was terrified.

Without a moment's hesitation, he turned and ran into the depths of the dense forest, almost throwing away his thick-backed machete.

He Ping also clutched his left arm and fled in the opposite direction. The two ran in different directions, clearly thinking that Lin Yun could not possibly catch up with both of them at the same time.

Lin Yun did not chase after He Ping; his gaze remained fixed on Liu Si's retreating figure.

With a flick of his wrist, he gripped the Bloodfang Blade in his backhand and then flung it out.

The dark red blade drew a sharp arc in the air, like a blood-red lightning bolt, and instantly caught up with Liu Si, who had run more than ten meters away.

With a soft "pfft".

The Bloodfang Knife pierced his back, its tip protruding through his chest.

Liu Si's running figure suddenly froze, he staggered two steps forward, fell heavily to the ground, splashing up a patch of decaying leaves, and then fell silent.

He Ping ran twenty meters away, then subconsciously looked back and saw Liu Si fall to the ground.

He was so frightened that his legs gave way and he tripped over a thick, exposed tree root, falling face-first into the mud.

Lin Yun walked over slowly, bent down and pulled out the Blood Fang Knife. The blood on the blade slowly slid down the groove, dripped onto the ground, and seeped into the decaying leaves.

He walked up to He Ping and stopped.

He Ping lay on his back on the ground, looking at Lin Yun, then at the knife in his hand that seemed to be devouring human blood. He was so frightened that he trembled all over and could not speak properly.

"Don't kill me... I didn't do anything... It was all Rotten Rat's idea... He forced me to do it..."

He begged for mercy while secretly moving backward, his hand stealthily reaching for another dagger at his waist.

Lin Yun's eyes were indifferent, and he did not hesitate at all.

Knife up and down.

Blood splattered.

He Ping froze instantly, his head tilted to one side, and he stopped breathing.

If it were him lying on the ground today, these robbers would not have shown him the slightest mercy.

Being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself.

Lin Yun crouched down and began to examine the three bodies.

Inside the rotten rat's inner pocket was a neatly folded hand-drawn map, marking several nearby monster dens and safe resting spots; it looked like it had been used for a long time.

There's also half a pack of Berserker Pills, about five or six pills.

In addition, there was over 12,000 yuan in cash and an unopened bottle of Tier 1 high-level healing potion.

He Ping also had a bottle of the same healing potion, five or six thousand yuan in loose cash, and two Tier 1 high-grade daggers.

Liu Si was the poorest; apart from that top-tier first-class thick-backed machete, he had nothing else.

Lin Yun packed all the useful items into his backpack.

The combined wealth of the three men, plus the proceeds from the sale of their weapons, would be worth approximately 1.5 million.

This can be considered a good start.

He dragged the three corpses to the middle of the open space and laid them together.

The smell of blood will spread quickly, attracting nearby carrion-eating beasts and saving him the trouble of searching everywhere.

Lin Yun leaped onto a thick, ancient tree nearby and found a secluded branch to sit on.

He took out the bottle of first-tier healing potion, poured a little onto the shallow wound on his ribs, and the cool potion seeped into his skin, quickly reducing the stinging sensation.

He leaned against the tree trunk, closed his eyes to rest, and kept an eye on his surroundings.

Before long, the strong smell of blood attracted the strange beast.

A rustling sound came from the surrounding bushes, and several large, strange beasts slowly emerged.

They are covered in grayish-black rotting fur, have long, pointed heads, mouths full of fangs, and drool dripping from their mouths. They are carrion hyenas, greedy and ferocious by nature.

There are five in total.

They circled the three corpses twice, sniffed the surroundings warily, and finding no danger, they immediately pounced on them, tearing and swallowing them with ravenous chewing sounds.

Lin Yun sat on the tree, watching quietly.

He did not act immediately.

These carrion hyenas are very alert when they eat, so it's easiest to take action when they've eaten and drunk their fill.

Waiting for the enemy to tire themselves out is the most cost-effective business.

About fifteen minutes later, the five carrion hyenas had eaten until their bellies were bulging, and their movements had slowed down considerably.

They licked the blood off their paws and prepared to leave.

Right now.

Lin Yun's eyes sharpened, and he leaped from the tree, which was more than ten meters high.

"The Nine Forms of Startling Strings, the Strings Resound."

A dark red blade flashed in an arc through the air before slashing down.

The hyena closest to him was beheaded before it could even react, dying instantly.

The remaining four carrion hyenas were startled and suddenly turned around, baring their teeth and lunging at Lin Yun, a stench wafting towards him.

Instead of retreating, Lin Yun advanced, using his Wind Step technique to weave between the strange beasts.

Each swing of the Bloodfang Blade carried a sharp, cold glint, precisely piercing the hyena's vital points.

His movements were so fast that they were just afterimages; where the blade flashed, blood splattered.

In less than half a minute, the remaining four carrion hyenas all collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Lin Yun sheathed his sword and shook off the blood droplets on it.

Five Tier 1 Late-Stage Rotten Hyenas, while not particularly valuable as materials, can add up to 400,000.

Adding to what we just took from the robbers, our haul has already approached two million in such a short time.