Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 35 Battle with Yin Muhua

Lin Qing led his team in from the north gate, exploring as they went, without participating in any battles.

He walked slowly, not in a hurry to go deep into the courtyard, because he understood that the main force in this battle was not him, but Cheng Yannian, Yu Muqing and many other experts.

Lin Qing glanced around and saw that the courtyard was empty, so he walked straight to the back door.

Upon reaching the courtyard, he paused, and everyone else also stopped.

"Team Leader Lin, what's wrong?" someone asked.

"There's a smell of blood. Someone's nearby. Get out here!" Lin Qing suddenly shouted at the roof.

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure leaped down from the rooftop. It was Yin Muhua, whose sinister eyes scrutinized Lin Qing, a sinister smile on his face.

"You have a keen sense of smell. It doesn't matter if your sneak attack fails; I have plenty of ways to take your lives."

"It's Yin Muhua!" someone exclaimed.

In an instant, the team erupted in chaos. Some people's legs were trembling, while others were already silently retreating.

Lin Qing drew his sword. He felt a chilling killing intent rushing towards him. Clearly, Yin Muhua had murderous intent, and at such close range, running away would not be an easy task.

Worse still, as the captain, he was at the front and the first to discover Yin Muhua hiding on the roof, so he was directly regarded as the most threatening target and was firmly locked in by Yin Muhua's gaze. It was foreseeable that if Yin Muhua wanted to make a move, his first target would be him.

In this situation, Lin Qing understood that hiding, fear, and begging for mercy were all useless. Only by mustering courage and fighting hard could he have a chance of survival.

"Tsk tsk, what a group of strong young men! This old woman is just feeling a bit weak and anemic, you've come at the perfect time!"

Yin Muhua, who was chatting and laughing, suddenly made his move, took a deep breath, and let out a loud shout.

In an instant, a wave of sound surged, and Lin Qing suddenly fell into an illusion, where he saw a stage where a woman in red gauze was singing and emitting mournful cries.

A strong sense of fear welled up inside him, but his rationality did not diminish.

He understood that everything before him was an illusion, and the real danger was hidden behind this illusion.

So Lin Qing rolled on the spot, knowing only that he had to move, otherwise he would surely die.

Sure enough, after he rolled twice, the illusion shattered, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw that all the constables who had come with him had fainted.

Yin Muhua's loud shout was indeed very impactful; Lin Qing's head felt as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, causing both pain and a dull sensation.

Fortunately, he was physically strong enough to withstand it, but the others could not.

Yin Muhua lunged forward and charged toward a nearby constable who had fallen to the ground, beheading him with a single stroke.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a spring, and Yin Muhua actually held it in both hands and swallowed the steaming blood in large gulps.

This scene made Lin Qing feel nauseous. What difference was there between such behavior and that of a wild beast?

At this moment, he glanced around and saw a wound on Yin Muhua's back, from which fresh blood was constantly seeping out.

"She's injured!" Lin Qing's heart skipped a beat.

He also understood why Yin Muhua was acting so urgently and out of control—because her physical condition was very poor.

"This is an opportunity. If I kill her, I will definitely be able to replicate an extremely powerful martial art, or even a perfect cultivation method." Many thoughts flashed through Lin Qing's mind.

Yin Muhua suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed on Lin Qing, his mouth full of blood.

"You're not bad, being able to withstand my roar. But compared to me, you're far inferior. You're just a slightly larger ant. I could crush you with a flick of my wrist. Get lost! I don't have time to waste with you."

When Yin Muhua spoke, her eyes were full of disdain, and she didn't take Lin Qing seriously at all.

If she hadn't been injured and needed to suppress the evil spirits, she wouldn't have wasted words with Lin Qing at all; she would have immediately attacked, killing Lin Qing and draining his life force.

In that instant, many thoughts flashed through Lin Qingyi's mind: should he stay or leave?

Leaving will certainly not be dangerous, but the dozen or so guards on the ground will all have their life force drained.

Staying might be risky, but Lin Qing felt that it wasn't necessarily impossible to win.

Although Yin Muhua is very strong and can go toe-to-toe with Cheng Yannian, she is now seriously injured and her fighting strength is less than one-tenth of what it used to be, which is a golden opportunity.

"If I can kill Yin Muhua, I might be able to obtain another perfect cultivation technique to strengthen my physique."

"Moreover, I have the ability to save people, but because of fear, I watched helplessly as Yin Muhua drained everyone's life force. I'm afraid my conscience will never be at peace with me for the rest of my life."

"Even if we let Yin Muhua go, he will still search for the Buddha statue and cause killings in the city in the future, and danger will come again at any time."

"Instead of doing this, let's seize the opportunity and take a gamble, kill this old beast, and eliminate any future trouble!"

It's a long story, but in the blink of an eye, Lin Qing made his decision.

He reached into his robes, flicked his wrist, and three darts shot out, transforming into three cold shadows that hurtled straight at Yin Muhua.

The instant he made his move, he had already placed the Perfected Flying Locust Stone and the Perfected Water-Walking Stone into his equipment slots.

In an instant, numerous techniques came to mind, and his Flying Locust Stone realm changed to Breakthrough, causing his combat power to increase dramatically.

With the added advantage of the breakthrough technique, these three spears are faster and have greater penetrating power.

In the blink of an eye, it flew in front of Yin Muhua. Yin Muhua was also startled and dodged to the side. Two darts missed completely, and another one almost hit him, cutting a wound on his cheek.

Ding Ding Ding!

With three sharp sounds, three spears embedded themselves into the thick earthen wall behind him.

"What amazing concealed weapon technique!"

"I was going to let you go, but you're ungrateful. What? Do you think I'm easy to bully because I'm injured?" Yin Muhua narrowed her eyes.

"A true man has things he will do and things he will not do. If you don't die, I won't be at peace, and the people won't be at peace!" Lin Qing stared straight at Yin Muhua, without the slightest hint of retreat.

"Good advice is useless against a damned devil! I'll kill you right now!"

Yin Muhua suddenly moved, his lightness skill was also extremely good. Like a ghostly shadow, he approached in an instant, raised his hand and struck Lin Qing's throat.

Lin Qing was not slow either, and he also raised his hand and threw a punch, using one of the moves of the Eight Strikes of the Spirit Serpent, Spirit Serpent Protruding Head!

Snapped!

Fist and palm collided with a muffled thud. Yin Muhua's expression changed slightly, and he staggered back three steps.

"Who are you?"

She exclaimed in surprise. She thought that one palm strike would shatter Lin Qing's arm, but she did not expect that Lin Qing's punch was incredibly powerful, so powerful that it made her arm go numb.

Although she had hidden injuries that prevented her from using her full strength, even a fraction of her strength was not something an ordinary Soul Guard officer could withstand.

Lin Qing remained silent, then flicked his wrist, throwing three more darts in quick succession. Using the darts as cover, he charged straight at Yin Muhua.

Yin Muhua dodged the three darts by sidestepping, and then swung his palm to meet Lin Qing's attack.

Crackling sounds!

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged more than ten blows, and Yin Muhua became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

Lin Qing not only possessed arm strength far exceeding that of ordinary Ming Jin martial artists, but his fighting techniques were also extremely exquisite, especially his footwork, which was graceful and agile when he moved around, as if he were floating on the water.

Suddenly, another fist and palm collided, and Yin Muhua felt a tearing pain in his abdomen, along with a gushing of blood, a sign that his injury was worsening.