strictlysupreme Chapter 37 Wind-Riding Spear
Chapter 37 Wind-Riding Spear
Lin Mu was quite satisfied and finalized the matter of the courtyard directly.
"Second Uncle, go back to the village and bring back the things you need."
"We'll stay here tonight."
Lin Youfu was taken aback: "Staying here tonight? The blankets aren't even made..."
"A wooden plank will do."
In the past few days, whenever he goes out, he feels like there's a pair of eyes watching him from behind.
It's safer to stay here.
Lin Youfu responded and turned to go back to the village.
Lin Mu bid farewell to the group, quickly crossed two streets, and turned into the back alley of Chang Le Casino.
The basement of the gambling den was still noisy.
He took an owl mask from the corner, put it on his face, found the dark room as agreed, knocked three times, paused, and then knocked twice more.
The door opened.
A lean, middle-aged man stood inside the door, wearing a dark gray short brown coat and a dark red leather belt around his waist, from which hung a bunch of brass keys.
His face was expressionless, but his eyes were habitually squinted, and when he looked at people, his gaze peeked out from the slits of his eyes, as if he were examining an object.
"Was he introduced by Lord Zhao?" His voice was not loud, and a little hoarse.
Lin Mu nodded.
"I am Ding Biao," the other person introduced himself.
"Is there anything I need to take care of tonight?"
"some."
"A Ming Jin martial artist has been occupying the Ming Jin cage for several days."
"And he always encouraged gamblers to place bets on him."
"The casino has suffered heavy losses these past few days."
"Take me to see it."
Lin Mu followed Ding Biao through a narrow corridor to the stands next to Ming Jin Cage.
A fight had just ended in the cage, and two burly men were dragging a blood-covered man out, leaving a long, dark red trail of blood on the ground.
There was another person standing in the cage, his white robe splattered with blood in several places, and his cuffs were wet, it was hard to tell whether it was sweat or blood.
He had the character "驭" (yù, meaning to control or control) embroidered on his chest.
The person was wiping their hands, their movements unhurried, as if they had just finished something insignificant.
Ding Biao turned his head and said in a low voice, "It's him."
Lin Mu asked, "How did you handle this in the past?"
Ding Biao squinted: "Go with our own people, take them out." He paused, "But not this time."
"He's from the Wind Riding Gang. They have experts at the Transformation Realm in their ranks. We can't afford to offend them."
"The only solution is to pay a lot of money to hire someone to go up and fight."
Ding Biao gestured with his chin toward the cage.
A burly man walked into the Mingjin cage.
The man in white robes was about thirty years old, with high cheekbones, thin lips, and an old scar at the corner of his eye. He was standing in the center of the cage with his arms crossed, a slight smile on his lips.
"Come on, place your bets."
"Bet on me and I'm guaranteed to win."
The onlookers were like a hornet's nest that had been stirred up. Copper coins and silver coins clattered into the copper basin. Some shouted "Riding the Wind," while others shouted "Kill him!" The voices overlapped, and no one could hear anyone else.
The burly man that Ding Biao had hired at great expense also entered the cage. He was half a head taller than the man in the white robe, with broad shoulders and a thick waist. He was shirtless and had a tuft of black hair on his chest.
Without exchanging any words, the two immediately took action.
The burly man's punches landed with a visceral force, swift and powerful.
The man in white robes, however, was unhurried, gradually wearing down the strong man's spirit.
After a dozen or so rounds, the man in white robes struck the burly man on the shoulder with a palm strike, causing the man to stagger and crash into the railing, falling to his knees on one knee.
Lin Mu's gaze was fixed on the white-robed man's fist technique, and the booklet in his mind felt slightly warm.
[After observation, you can replicate the skill: Wind-Controlling Spear (Beginner).]
[Will it be reissued?]
Lin Mu did not hesitate and silently replied, "Yes."
Lin Mu closed his eyes, and the booklet in his mind felt slightly warm.
A strange flow of qi and blood surged from the dantian, like a spring breeze, somewhat similar to the Long Wind Fist.
But this is marksmanship, more fluid and more imposing.
He began his body-strengthening technique, and his qi and blood circulated with the unfamiliar airflow. He mastered it in about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
【Wind-Controlling Gun (Beginner 1/100)】
It turns out it's gunplay. It seems the leader of the Wind Riding Gang changed gunplay into fist techniques before teaching it to his gang members.
When Lin Mu opened his eyes, the burly man was already lying on the table, his face buried in a pool of blood, his fingers still twitching.
Two guards crawled into the cage, each dragging one of his legs, and pulled him out like a dead dog.
The onlookers were in an uproar.
Those who won money pounded on the fence and yelled, while those who lost money smashed their wine bowls on the ground, scattering shards of porcelain everywhere.
Someone shouted, "Riding the wind! Riding the wind!" The voices grew louder and louder, like a pack of wild dogs that had caught a whiff of blood.
Ding Biao squinted at the white-robed man in the cage, his head throbbing slightly.
This game will result in another significant loss.
He glanced at Lin Mu.
Lin Mu fastened the owl mask and pushed open the iron door of the cage.
The iron gate creaked open, and the commotion among the onlookers suddenly subsided. Some people turned to look at the newcomer, then turned back to continue arguing.
The man in white robes once again encouraged the gamblers to place bets for him.
He didn't rush to make a move, but paced around Lin Mu for half a step, like a wolf testing its prey.
A few breaths later, the man in white robes moved first.
He pushed off the ground with his left foot and struck Lin Mu's chest with a palm strike. The palm strike carried a hidden force, and the air was torn apart with a soft sound.
Lin Mu sidestepped, using his Wind Step technique to glide away, his palm brushing against her clothes.
The white-robed man's second palm strike followed immediately, even faster than the first, heading straight for Lin Mu's ribs.
This time, Lin Mu did not dodge. He stretched out his right hand, his five fingers together, and used his palm as a spear, pushing it forward along with the white-robed man's palm.
This is the starting stance for the Wind-Riding Spear.
The palm tip pierces the air.
The white-robed man's pupils contracted slightly, and he withdrew his palm and took half a step back.
He clearly recognized the origin of this move, his brows furrowed, and he looked Lin Mu over again.
"You~"
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Mu unleashed his Wind Steps, his entire body like a leaf swept up by the wind, drifting to the white-robed man and thrusting repeatedly with his right palm, one spear thrust after another.
The man in white robes managed to parry three shots but missed two, taking a hit to the shoulder and ribs.
After probing for a few rounds and figuring out the other party's background, Lin Mu prepared to end the matter.
He lunged forward with lightning speed, lowering his center of gravity, and thrust his right palm out from his waist, using it as a spear, aiming a straight thrust at the white-robed man's throat.
The man in white raised his hand to block, but Lin Mu's palm suddenly changed direction halfway through, his elbow pressed down, and his fist flipped, turning from a thrust into a smash—the "Tiger Smash" of the Fierce Tiger Fist.
The white-robed man's arm sank downwards as he was struck, and Lin Mu's right palm followed suit, transforming into a spear, the tip of which pierced the man's Adam's apple.
A "click" sound.
The white-robed man's eyes suddenly bulged out, and he covered his throat with both hands, making a "gurgling" sound.
"Why, why can you control the wind... wind..."
He took two steps back, bumped into the iron pillar, and slid down.
The fingers loosened from the throat, and blood gushed out from between them.
Lin Mu withdrew his hand and stood in the center of the cage, blood dripping from his fingers onto the table, drop by drop.
The onlookers fell silent.
No one cheered, no one smashed bowls, not even the sound of copper coins falling into the basin.
Only the dripping blood onto the wooden board made a pattering sound.
Then the entire casino erupted in cheers.
Seeing that the matter was settled, Lin Mu took advantage of everyone's frenzy and secretly slipped away.
But as soon as he stepped out of the Chang Le gambling den, he felt like he was being watched by something.
The other party was like a wolf in the night, hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike.