This entire set of equipment weighs over eighty pounds. In this world, the only person who could wear such heavy equipment and still be as light as a swallow and as swift as the wind is either Xiang Yu or Li Yuanba.
Then, two specially made horizontal swords were taken out, one in each hand. At this moment, Lin Yang was truly armed to the teeth. It can be said that if Lin Yang hadn't achieved mastery of body tempering and possessed at least a thousand pounds of strength throughout his body, it would have been impossible for him to be so well-equipped.
Next comes the hunt and the counter-hunting. Who knows how many people will die in the Qin Prince's mansion tonight?
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Chapter Twenty-Six: The Greatest Martial Arts Master in the World!
Suddenly, Lin Yang moved. With a flip, he slid down from the dense tree. Despite carrying over 80 pounds of equipment and weighing over 100 pounds himself, he landed without making a sound.
This is the charm of martial arts. Although its power is not very great, it has never been afraid of anyone in terms of subtle control.
"It's only about 20 feet from here to the wall. If I run at full speed, it will probably only take... I don't know how long it will take, since I haven't even tried it myself."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Longevity Qi began to move like a tide, rapidly flowing through the twelve regular meridians, the eight extraordinary meridians, and even the many hidden meridians throughout the body.
At the same time, Lin Yang's skin suddenly swelled up. Like a balloon, more than two hundred muscles all over his body suddenly appeared, making him look like a bodybuilder. Even his height increased by more than two feet.
If Lin Yang weighed just over 100 pounds before, he is now at least a 300-pound strongman. Add to that his impenetrable heavy armor, and when he charges, he's practically a human tank.
Then, Lin Yang opened his mouth wide, like a glutton, and with a single breath, he absorbed all the air within several feet.
Charge! Charge! Lin Yang ran faster and faster. The distance of twenty zhang and sixty meters was covered in just four or five seconds. Meanwhile, the twenty guards opposite him were only just reacting.
"What is this? Guards, enemy attack!"
However, in those few breaths, just as the guards drew their swords, Lin Yang charged forward with immense force, seemingly unstoppable.
bump
bump
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After killing and maiming several guards in succession, Lin Yang finally slowed down. But by then, he had already reached the side of the wall.
At the same time, the remaining guards rushed over quickly, forming a semi-circle around him.
Seeing this, Lin Yang couldn't help but smile slightly. He glanced back at them, then lightly touched the ground with his right foot, and as if weightless, he soared upwards.
However, at that very moment, the twenty crossbowmen lying in ambush in the trees outside the courtyard fired. It wasn't that they were unwilling to fire earlier, but rather that Lin Yang was too fast, and they weren't confident of success. But now, the thief dared to openly climb upwards—wasn't that courting death? (They couldn't understand light-footed skill, so they assumed he had used some kind of trick to climb.)
However, Lin Yang showed no intention of defending himself against the crossbow bolts. Clang, clang, clang—twenty powerful crossbow bolts struck Lin Yang simultaneously, producing sparks, but that was all.
With a swift turn, Lin Yang flipped over and disappeared into the enclosure. Only six seconds had passed since he appeared.
"What's wrong? Where are the thieves? Where are they?" A general asked, glancing at the corpse on the ground.
"Reporting to the general, this person has already gone inside."
"What? They're inside? How long has it been? Oh no, the King of Qin is still inside. Soldiers, follow me in."
...
Lin Yang had already climbed inside. However, as soon as he appeared, he was met with a barrage of fire from the twenty crossbowmen on the roof.
Bang, bang, bang—nothing happened. Only a few sparks appeared after the arrows hit the armor. It was, to say the least, quite frightening to look at.
"kill"
Soon, after taking only a few steps, he was surrounded by dozens of guards. Seeing this, Lin Yang placed his hands horizontally, then began to spin in circles around his feet. He moved forward in a whirl, like a giant windmill.
The windmill began to turn, flanked by two incredibly sharp swords. These two swords were forged from fine steel, while the armor and weapons of the numerous guards were merely made of iron.
Iron against steel, these guards were as fragile as tofu against Lin Yang. It was a crushing defeat in both skill and strength. Under such a double crushing defeat, it's understandable that the entire situation was one-sided.
With a clang, more than ten guards who rushed forward were instantly decapitated—and those were lucky. The unlucky ones were cut in half at the waist on the spot.
"How dare you! You truly are a damned thief. Let this old man deal with you." As soon as the words were spoken, a huge, incredibly strong man with a large face and a thick waist appeared.
This man wielded an enormous, ornate axe, weighing several tens of kilograms. He was also clad in a specially made, luminous armor. After a moment's recollection, Lin Yang recognized him as none other than the mischievous Cheng Yaojin.
Looking at its enormous size, Lin Yang knew he had to be careful this time. Otherwise, if he were accidentally struck by the giant axe, even with the double protection of his armor and inner armor, although he wouldn't be in mortal danger, it would still be quite painful. He might even be seriously injured. That would be a huge loss.
"Take this!" As soon as he finished speaking, a huge axe came crashing down from the sky, striking directly at Lin Yang with the force of its downward chop.
Seeing this, Lin Yang wasn't intimidated. In terms of physical attributes alone, no one in this world could compare to him. Without a systematic cultivation method, relying solely on innate talent, honing strength, and honing skills might be enough to deal with ordinary people, but it would be completely ineffective against a freak like Lin Yang, who could overwhelm him in all attributes.
Soon, the two exchanged five or six blows. At the same time, the guards outside the Taoist temple surged in like a tidal wave.
Seeing this, Lin Yang smiled slightly, cleaved Cheng Yaojin's axe in half with a single stroke, and then said, "Hehe, what kind of troublemaker is he? In my eyes, he's nothing more than a three-pronged attack. Now, it's time for you to witness my true strength."
As soon as he finished speaking, a wisp of immortal energy surged into his sword, clashing with Cheng Yaojin's attack once more. Using the Xuanhua Great Axe, this wisp of sinister and vicious energy traveled directly through his arm into Cheng Yaojin's body.
In a world with internal energy, this would be easily resolved. However, in this world without internal energy, this seemingly insignificant wisp of true energy will gradually expand until it ultimately takes his life. Of course, this process will be very long. At least several months.
Seeing this, Lin Yang couldn't help but smile. However, at that moment, a handsome and imposing general wielding a golden mace appeared. This man was also clad in heavy armor, and upon seeing Lin Yang, he charged towards him.
At the same time, another burly, dark-skinned man, whose appearance was not exactly pleasing to the eye, charged towards Lin Yang wielding a lance.
According to memory, these two are the famous door gods. The man holding the golden mace is naturally Qin Qiong, and the man holding the horse spear is Yuchi Jingde. However, door gods are door gods, let's fight first.
"Good, you are a true hero. Let's continue the fight."
With two swords held horizontally on either side, Lin Yang managed to subdue all three men simultaneously while also managing to kill several guards who attempted to rush forward.
However, Lin Yang was enjoying the fight when he casually swept his Qi-enhancing Divine Eye around and discovered that several generals were hiding among the guards around him, slowly approaching him.