Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

"clang."

-14.

Jiang Yanzhou was stunned. He looked down at his own Purgatory armor, then looked up at Lin Mu's breastplate.

The axe blade struck the bone armor, leaving only a shallow white mark.

He has 14 health points. He still had over 20 health points left after attacking that skeleton, so why is the damage to this person even lower?

Just how high is this person's defense?

He took two steps back, creating distance, and gripped Purgatory tightly with both hands, gathering all his strength.

He rushed forward.

A white light flashed on the axe blade. It whistled through the air and cleaved down towards Lin Mu's shoulder.

Offensive sword techniques.

"clang."

-25.

Jiang Yanzhou's face turned pale, filled with despair.

His offensive sword techniques felt like a tickle to this person.

But he quickly regained his composure.

The Taoist has low health; even if each strike deals only twenty-odd damage, ten strikes are enough to kill him. Besides, he still has his assassination sword technique to use; a distanced assassination ignores defense, so he refuses to believe he can't be damaged.

Chapter 162 Contract Takes Effect

Lin Mu stood still, arms crossed, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Again."

Jiang Yanzhou sneered inwardly, thinking, "This country bumpkin from Snake Valley must have never witnessed the power of a warrior's assassination."

Thinking it over, he took another step back. He raised Purgatory above his head, took a deep breath, and launched a spaced-out assassination.

He swung his axe down hard, but the blade didn't touch Lin Mu's body. However, the invisible energy penetrated through the bone armor and went straight in.

-38.

Jiang Yanzhou's eyes lit up. Although the level 1 Assassination Sword Technique only provides a 60% attack bonus, its armor-piercing effect is still useful! Let's try again.

-24.

-34.

……

One cut after another, numbers popped out one after another.

Lin Mu glanced down at his health bar: 4203 points. Each hit only cost him twenty or thirty points of health, and even ten hits would only scratch off a layer of skin.

He stood still, not because he wanted to show off. He just wanted to test whether the assassination sword technique's armor-breaking effect would ignore the combined bone armor and directly injure his main body.

It now appears to be ineffective.

After merging, the skeleton's health was directly added to his attribute panel. The Assassination Sword Technique ignores defense, not the skeleton's health.

Every strike landed on those 4203 points of health, having absolutely nothing to do with his main body.

The spectators nearby, unaware of what was happening, were getting anxious as they watched Lin Mu stand still and take the beating.

"It's a pity that this Taoist priest just takes the beatings without dodging or taking any medicine."

"How could you be so stupid?"

"If this keeps going, something bad is going to happen."

Some people clenched their fists, while others covered their eyes.

Several young people crowded at the front, craning their necks to look at the ring, chanting, "Quick, dodge! Dodge!"

On a tall building near the arena, a figure stood behind a window, his gaze piercing through the night and the throng of people, landing on the person in the white bone armor in the center of the arena.

She frowned slightly and tapped her fingers lightly twice on the windowsill.

The person next to him asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, should I go and stop them?"

The Empress didn't speak, looked at him for a few seconds, and shook her head: "No need. If he were that stupid, he wouldn't deserve Qingyi's favor."

She paused, her gaze falling on the flowing silver-white bone patterns on Lin Mu's body, her voice softening slightly, "But this fusion is truly miraculous."

Jiang Yanzhou, standing in the center of the arena, slashed with his sword again and again, each strike feeling like a blow to a wall.

He could see Lin Mu's health bar dropping, but it was dropping too slowly.

But he still didn't believe that the son-in-law could have much health. Taoists have little health to begin with, so he definitely wouldn't last long.

But the ending will undoubtedly turn Jiang Yanzhou's heart from hot to cold, and from cold to ice.

The surrounding audience also started counting.

Someone shouted "Seventh cut" first, and then more people joined in the count. The voices grew louder and more synchronized, as if they were counting down for some kind of ritual.

"Eight cuts!"

"Nine cuts!"

"Ten cuts!"

Even after the tenth strike, Lin Mu's health bar still appeared to be full.

He looked down at the knife mark on his breastplate, then looked up at Jiang Yanzhou, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

With the eleventh strike, Jiang Yanzhou gritted his teeth and raised Purgatory once more. He no longer cared about the ten-strike agreement; he only wanted to cut down the person in front of him.

A flash of white light appeared on the axe blade—an assassination sword technique.

Before the axe could fall, Lin Mu moved.

He stepped forward and swung his demon-slaying sword, covered in white bones.

"clang."

Jiang Yanzhou's Purgatory flew out of his hand, tumbled several times in the air, and landed with a thud on the edge of the arena. It bounced twice and rolled off the arena.

Jiang Yanzhou's right hand was split open at the base of his thumb, and blood was flowing down his fingers. His entire arm was trembling.

Before he could react, the white bone sword was already pressed against his groin.

"Don't move." Lin Mu's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear. "My sword is fast."

Jiang Yanzhou froze. He looked down at the sword pressed against his crotch; the white bone patterns on the tip gleamed coldly in the firelight. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain and a dampness in his groin.

Unpleasant memories flooded back, his face turned pale, his legs involuntarily clamped together, he dared not move, his lips trembled, and he could not utter a single word.

Lin Mu said, "I've let you have your way, and I've let you cut me down. Do you admit defeat or not?"

Jiang Yanzhou gritted his teeth, his lips pressed into a thin line, his cheeks taut, and the veins on his forehead throbbing.

He didn't speak, but the sword pressed against his crotch didn't move an inch.

The two stood frozen in the center of the arena, the torchlight flickering on their faces; one was expressionless, the other ashen.

The onlookers around didn't have that patience.

I don't know who shouted "You lost" first, but then more people followed suit.

The sounds went from sparse to dense, from low to high, from scattered to orderly, surging in like a tide.

You lost!

You lost!

Someone called out his name directly: "Jiang Yanzhou, you lost!"

That shout was like opening a floodgate, and more people joined in, yelling, "Jiang Yanzhou! Surrender! Jiang Yanzhou! Surrender!"

The sounds grew louder and more unified, causing the braziers beside the arena to tremble slightly.

Jiang Yanzhou knelt on the arena, head bowed, shoulders trembling.

He knew he had lost; everyone had seen it.

After a long silence, he finally couldn't hold on any longer. He collapsed to the ground, feeling completely drained, his hands gripping the stone slab. Through gritted teeth, he managed to squeeze out three words: "I... surrender."

The sound wasn't loud, but in the moment it quieted down, everyone could hear it clearly.

The surrounding crowd fell silent for a moment, then erupted in deafening cheers.

Some people clapped, some whistled, and some shouted "Bravo!"

Just then, Lin Mu's fusion time was up, and the white bone armor on his body began to loosen.

Silvery-white specks of light rose from his shoulder armor, breastplate, and arm armor, like countless fireflies flying out of the darkness, fluttering and gathering around him.

The light spots gathered more and more, becoming brighter and brighter, illuminating the center of the arena.

The silvery-white light flowed across Lin Mu's face, illuminating his features clearly.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "A master in plain clothes!"

The voice was shrill and bright, as if it had seen something extraordinary. Then more people recognized it: "It really is him! That master in plain clothes from the tabloids!"

"Yes, those are the eyes, I can't be mistaken!"

……

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Some people tiptoed to squeeze to the edge of the ring, some held torches and peered forward, and some shouted at the top of their lungs, "Master, look this way!"

Several young people were so excited that their faces turned red. They kept pushing forward, wishing they could climb over the fence and rush onto the stage.

If it weren't for the Imperial Guards standing guard by the arena, swords raised and shouting "Back off! Back off!", the crowd would have surged in long ago.

Chapter 163 Mad Bees and Butterflies

"No wonder he's so powerful, he's a master in plain clothes!"

"No wonder, no wonder, that skeleton looked extraordinary. It turned out to be the skeleton of a master."