UGB Chapter 14 Counterattack
Chapter 14 Counterattack
The murderous intent within the teahouse had become so thick it was almost tangible.
The hoarse senior brother's "Azure Willow Leaf" was silent and unpredictable, its trajectory elusive, and it came from different angles with a deadly chill.
The grappling hook, like a venomous snake, coiled around Lin Mo's feet, close to the ground, attempting to restrict his movements.
The exploding "phosphorus fire bomb" instantly released a dense, pungent-smelling green poisonous fog, which not only obscured vision but also eroded the martial artist's protective aura!
The three of them worked together seamlessly, clearly intending to completely kill Lin Mo here!
However, there was no panic in Lin Mo's eyes, only a cold calm.
His past life's countless experiences of struggling on the edge of life and death gave him a beast-like intuition for danger, and his thorough understanding of the Thousand Silk Sect's methods allowed him to discern the core and weaknesses of every killing move in the blink of an eye.
In the instant the poisonous fog filled the air, the meridians within his body, which had undergone the transformation in the mass grave and merged with the foundations of two lifetimes, trembled slightly. A faint, almost invisible gray current of energy began to circulate autonomously, enveloping his entire body.
The incoming poisonous fog, upon touching this barely perceptible airflow, seemed to have encountered its nemesis, being quietly repelled and unable to penetrate even a fraction of it!
At the same time, he suddenly tapped the ground with his toes and slid to the side and back like a ghost. His movements were as fast as lightning, yet they also had a strange lightness, which allowed him to avoid the most fierce entanglement of the zipline.
As he slid back, his hands were already raised, and his ten fingers moved rapidly in the air as if playing a zither!
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
Several extremely faint yet clearly audible crisp sounds rang out almost simultaneously!
Those few "Azure Willow Leaves" with their treacherous trajectories were actually struck by Lin Mo with pinpoint accuracy at the weakest point on the blade's surface! The originally strange flight trajectory was instantly disrupted, and like a venomous snake whose vital spot was pinched, it shot off in all directions in a crooked and erratic manner.
The sharp, resounding "thud" echoed deeply into the nearby tables, chairs, beams, and pillars, the deep blue color standing out starkly against the wood.
As Lin Mo deflected the willow leaves, he continued his retreat, his right foot seemingly casually hooking and flicking the ground!
"Whoosh!"
The grappling hook that was originally aimed at his landing point was cleverly lifted by him, and the end of the hook, carrying a sharp gust of wind, shot in the opposite direction toward the disciple who was using the grappling hook!
The disciple never expected his weapon to be used in this way, and in his haste to dodge, it was too late!
"Pfft!"
The barbs at the tip of the grappling hook pierced his thigh! He let out a scream, staggering in agony.
At that very instant, Lin Mo's retreating figure suddenly stopped, changing from extreme motion to extreme stillness, as if defying common sense.
Taking advantage of the momentum from that pause, he exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and like a fully drawn bow, he suddenly shot forward! His target was the disciple who had just fired the phosphorescent bomb and was now slightly relaxed in his vigilance due to the pervasive poisonous fog!
All of this is a long story, but it all happened in the blink of an eye.
Lin Mo deflected the three men's deadly attacks, deflected the poisoned blades, countered the flying ropes, and then launched a sudden counterattack. His movements were fluid and smooth, without the slightest hesitation, completely exceeding the expectations of his hoarse senior brother and the others!
"Watch out!" The hoarse senior brother only had time to utter a warning in alarm and anger.
But it was too late.
Lin Mo's figure moved like lightning tearing through the thick fog, instantly closing in on the disciple. The disciple, realizing the danger, hurriedly raised his hand to block, while his other hand reached for his waist, attempting to retrieve a new hidden weapon.
However, Lin Mo did not give him any chance.
His right hand, fingers joined like a sword, suddenly condensed a wisp of pale gray energy at the fingertip, carrying a chilling aura, and struck the opponent's Tanzhong acupoint on the chest with lightning speed!
That finger strike was swift, precise, and ruthless!
It incorporates the essence of the "Pulse-Severing Finger," the core killing move of the Thousand Silk Sect from the previous life, and also contains the characteristics of the mysterious power in the meridians of the body in this life, making it even more powerful than before!
"laugh!"
The wind whistled through the air, producing a slight, sharp sound.
The disciple felt a sudden tightness in his chest, as if pierced by a cold, sharp sword! An extremely cold and domineering energy instantly penetrated his body, like countless ice needles exploding in his main meridians! His half-condensed true energy collapsed, his hand reaching for his waist froze in mid-air, his eyes filled with extreme fear and disbelief.
"Uh..." He let out a muffled hoarse sound, his body trembled violently, his eyes quickly dimmed, and he collapsed softly to the ground, his breath becoming extremely weak in an instant.
Lin Mo's finger strike not only shattered his Qi Sea but also severely damaged his heart meridian. Even if he didn't die, he would be a cripple.
In the blink of an eye, the three's combined attack was broken. One was seriously injured and fell to the ground, while the other was injured by his own grappling hook!
The hoarse-voiced senior brother stared in disbelief, his heart filled with shock and rage, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head! This gang leader's strength was unfathomable, and his methods were ruthless and decisive, far exceeding his imagination!
He knew he had met his match today; if he didn't fight desperately, he might even lose here!
"Die!" the hoarse senior brother roared, holding nothing back. He swept his hands to his waist, and his ten fingers were already filled with eight uniquely shaped diamond-shaped darts. The darts shimmered with a dark red luster, clearly coated with a deadly poison.
He suddenly jerked his arms, channeling all his inner strength into them!
"A Thousand Threads Steal the Soul!"
He unleashed his ultimate technique! The eight diamond-shaped darts were not fired simultaneously, but rather launched in succession at a special frequency and with a specific technique. They were interconnected, weaving together in the air to form a constantly shrinking and rotating net of death! This "net" not only covered a vast area, but also generated a strange attraction between the darts, making it extremely difficult to dodge or block. Once cut by any of the darts, the deadly poison would immediately take effect, causing instant death!
This was a killing move he had practiced diligently for many years, and he was confident that he could even hold his own against the elite disciples of the sect!
Faced with this deadly net of darts that was spinning and contracting, exuding a strong stench of blood, Lin Mo's eyes finally showed a subtle change.
It wasn't fear, but a kind of... cold focus that comes with finally encountering a decent challenge.
He took a deep breath, and the strange meridians in his body accelerated their circulation once again. The faint deathly aura lingering in the surrounding air, originating from the previous fight, seemed to be stirred and gathered towards him.
He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and an invisible vortex of energy formed between his palms.
Just as the deadly dart net was about to hit him, Lin Mo suddenly pushed forward with both palms!
There was no earth-shattering roar, only a gentle yet overwhelming palm force surging forth! This palm force was not straightforward, but carried a strange rotating and pulling force, like an invisible vortex!
"Buzz—!"
The spinning net of darts collided with the invisible vortex, its speed abruptly halted! The previously tightly connected energy seemed to be forcibly interfered with and distorted by an even stronger force! The eight diamond-shaped darts seemed to sink into the quagmire, their trajectories becoming chaotic, and the mutual attraction between them greatly weakened!
The hoarse senior brother's expression changed drastically; he felt the connection between himself and the hidden weapon being forcibly severed!
"break!"
Lin Mo exhaled and spoke, then suddenly spread his palms apart!
"Hiss hiss hiss hiss—!"
The eight rhombus-shaped darts, which had lost control, were flung away by the final burst of the vortex palm force, shooting in all directions at an even faster speed than when they came!
"puff!"
A dart was embedded deeply in the stair railing.
"Take it!"
A dart was driven into the ceiling.
"what!"
With a scream, the disciple, whose thigh was injured and who was unable to move easily, was shot through the throat by a dart that bounced back. His eyes widened, he clutched his neck and fell to the ground, blood gushing out.
The last two darts, accompanied by a piercing shriek, headed straight for the hoarse senior brother!
The hoarse-voiced senior brother was terrified and desperately twisted his body to try to dodge, while waving his arms to block.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
Although he avoided vital organs, one dart still grazed his cheek, leaving a trail of blood, while another dart pierced deeply into his left shoulder blade!
A sharp pain shot through him instantly, but what terrified him even more was that a numbing sensation was rapidly spreading throughout his body along the wound!
"Poison... my own poison..." He felt an overwhelming sense of regret and despair.
After unleashing that palm strike, Lin Mo's face paled slightly for a moment before returning to normal. He didn't even glance at his poisoned, hoarse senior brother lying on the ground, or the other two disciples who were either dead or seriously injured. His gaze coldly swept over the chaotic second floor.
Broken tables and chairs, splattered blood, a faint poisonous mist and the stench of blood, and several tea drinkers huddled in a corner, trembling and staring at him in terror, along with a burly, bearded man who was already terrified.
Don't stay here for long.
Now that the Thousand Silk Sect members have appeared here and recognized his methods, there will inevitably be more trouble to come.
We must leave immediately.
Without further hesitation, he moved like a wisp of smoke to the window, smashed through the wooden window, and leaped out.
Behind them, only the deathly silence of the teahouse and the hoarse groans of the senior brother, gradually weakening due to the effects of the poison, remained.
The streets were bathed in sunshine and bustling with people, seemingly a world apart from the bloody carnage inside the teahouse.
After landing, Lin Mo did not linger at all, quickly blending into the crowd. After a few turns, he disappeared into the intricate alleys of Qinghe Town.