Chapter 49

  Everyone around burst out laughing again after being said so by Da Han.

  "Damn it, Liang Yuan, don't go too far!"

  "Hey kid, do you know who you're talking to? You dare scold our battalion commander, I'll kill you!" Along with the voice, a sturdy man stood up and walked towards Li Wei in a fierce manner.

  When he passed by Tang Yan's side, the latter stretched out his hand to stop him and smiled: "Friends, we are all our own people, not enemies, there is no need to make a fuss to the point of drawing swords and guns. If there is any misunderstanding, I hope everyone can sit down and talk slowly, and resolve it peacefully!"

  Li Wei and others secretly sighed, the people of the eighth and ninth troops were obviously intentionally looking for trouble, and there was nothing to say to them. But Tang Yin was the commander of the troops, his attitude was not tough, they also didn't dare to be overbearing.

  "Who the hell are you to call yourself one of us?!" The burly man slapped away Tang Yin's outstretched arm, then sneered at him with a sidelong glance: "Stop putting on airs, someone like you who climbed up by relying on women has no right to call us brothers! What a joke, calling yourself one of us? Pfah!"

  Tang Yin smiled and looked at him, asking: "Who are you?"

  "My father is Zhao Meng, the second-in-command of the 8th battalion!"

  "Chiliarch? You, a mere chiliarch, dare speak to the commander of the battalion like this?" Tang Yin asked with his hands behind his back and a smile.

  "You're a damn useless battalion commander..." The burly man said, stretching out his large palm and fiercely grabbing towards Tang Yin's neck.

  Tang Yin's figure was not short, but standing with a robust man, he still fell short by a big margin. The two men were vastly different in appearance, and Tang Yin felt that if he were to be caught, his neck could be snapped by the other man.

  Just as Li Wei and Deng Mingyang were about to rush forward to protect Tang Yin, the latter's body suddenly moved.

  He only saw his body slightly tilted, when the other party's palm was about to approach his neck, he shot out like lightning, and with a "ding" sound, he grasped the other party's wrist. Without seeing how much strength he used, there was only a cracking sound in his ear, and the big man's wrist snapped loudly.

  The broken bones pierced through the flesh and protruded from the body, revealing a ghastly white bone stub that was terrifying to behold.

  Before the people around could react, Tang Yin took advantage of the situation and kicked out with one foot, hitting the strong man's chest.

  That two hundred or so jin of massive body was like a kite with a broken string, bouncing off the ground and flying straight back.

  With a loud crash, the robust man fell onto his table, but the wooden table couldn't withstand the pressure and instantly shattered. The wine cups, bowls, and chopsticks scattered all over the floor. Looking at the robust man again, he was lying on the ground with his face up towards the sky, his complexion deep red, gasping for two breaths, then suddenly spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

  With just one kick, the robust man was kicked unconscious. Everyone in the scene was shocked and disbelieving, staring at Tang Yin like a monster, including his own thousand-man commanders and team leaders.

  This was also their first time witnessing Tang Yin's true strength.

  From start to finish, Tang Yin had a thick smile on his face, as if the person who took action was not him at all.

  He looked up and gazed at the big man on Aika's left, smiling: "You must be General Liang Yuan, your subordinate is too ignorant of etiquette and too impolite. I'll take it upon myself to teach him a lesson or two, I'm sure General Liang won't mind?!"

  "Tang Yin, you ancestor!" Before Liang Yuan could react, several chiliarchs from the Eighth Army Corps rushed towards him. The fastest one, a burly man, was holding a chair and raised it above his head, then brought it down with all his might onto Tang Yin's skull.

  Tang Yin didn't put such a role in his eyes, he slightly gathered strength, then lifted his right leg and kicked out fiercely. Although the opponent made a move first, while he made a move later, but his foot was one step ahead of the chair.

  Crack!

  A wooden chair was kicked into powder by him, he didn't stop at all, his body leaned forward, and with a flash of stone fire electricity, he grabbed a broken piece of wood in the air, grasped it in his palm, and stabbed sideways.

  Plop! The ordinary wooden plank in his hand turned into a deadly weapon. The plank was stabbed from the left side of the big man's neck and emerged from the right side, piercing the entire neck of the big man.

  Da Han's body suddenly stiffened, his two eyes wide open like bronze bells, staring straight at Tang Yin who was just a few inches away. His body swayed a few times before he involuntarily knelt down to the ground.

  He clutched at his throat with both hands, opened his mouth wide, wanting to shout, but not a single word could he utter. Instead, blood and bubbles gurgled out of his mouth.

  "Ah——" Behind him, several centurions of the Eighth Legion saw this scene and were shocked, they never dreamed that Tang Yin's skills would be so good, nor did they expect him to be so ruthless, simply not intending to leave any survivors.

  "Hehe——"

  Looking at their shocked and horrified expressions, Tang Yin's smile grew deeper and thicker. He tilted his head, let out a piercing laugh, and slowly walked towards the several thousand-year-old men, saying: "You guys want to try your skills? Alright, I'm right here. Are you going up one by one or all together? However, I suggest you go up together. After all, the result will be the same, and it'll save some time."

  The Eighth Legion is also a powerful legion, and the legion commander Liang Yuan comes from the Liang family with a strong background. Usually, they are respected and pampered wherever they go, when have they been insulted like this before?

  Several thousand husbands suppressed the fear in their hearts, and at the same time, they let out a strange cry. Along with the "clang clang" of the golden bell sound, several people simultaneously drew their swords and rushed towards Tang Yin together.

  Six people, six swords, stabbed Tang Yin's neck and chest.

  Several people made a move at the same time, thinking that even if they couldn't hurt Tang Yin, they would be able to force him back. But unexpectedly, Tang Yin's body was as slippery as a loach, and he actually slipped out from between the six people through a gap, with lightning speed and ghostly movements, none of the people present could see how he did it.

  Sneaking up behind the six men, Tang Yin kicked out with his legs three times in a row, shouting "Get out of here!"

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  These three kicks almost simultaneously landed on the backs of the three people in the middle.

  The back of the heart is a vital part of the human body, and Tang Yin's kick was too heavy. The three thousand-year-old men who were hit let out a loud cry, their entire body rushing forward several meters, one after another falling to the ground with a thud. After landing, the three men each spat up blood and water, their limbs convulsing violently for a few moments before becoming still, it was unclear whether they were dead or alive.

  The other three thousand husbands' faces changed suddenly, and they quickly turned their heads back to look for Tang Yin's figure.

  They saw Tang Yan, but at the same time they also saw the fist that Tang Yan was throwing straight at them.

  Three people were hit in the nose at the same time, and with the sound of bones shattering, the three people's nasal bones immediately collapsed. One person covered his face with both hands and knelt on the ground, unable to get up, screaming loudly while clutching his neck. The other two were relatively tough, enduring the pain and crazily pouncing on Tang Yin again.

  The two of them were covered in blood, their faces twisted and distorted, their features no longer human-like, as if they had crawled out from the depths of hell.

  When they were both in their right minds, neither of them was a match for Tang Yin. Now that they are half-crazy, they will lose even faster.

  Tang Yin's waist was bent, his body crouched down, and with a sweeping leg, he knocked both men to the ground. Before they could scramble up from the ground, he took swift steps forward and kicked each of them in the abdomen.

  Two centurions, like two huge bowling balls, stuck to the ground and slid out, knocking over several tables and chairs, until their bodies crashed heavily into the wall before they came to a stop. The two men were bleeding from their noses and mouths, already in a semi-comatose state.

  Six qianhu, plus the two from before, a total of eight qianhu, not one of them was able to withstand even a single move under Tang Yin's hands. People watched the scene in front of them with bated breath, almost forgetting to breathe.

  No one spoke, the chaotic tavern was surprisingly quiet, with an eerie atmosphere, and many shocked and frightened glances fell on Tang Yin alone.

  Tang Yin has never been a kind-hearted person, nor is he someone who would have feelings or pity for others.

  His gaze swept around in a circle and finally fell on the chiliarch who was still kneeling beside him, holding his nose and howling.

  What an annoying shout!

  His eyes curved into a smile, his mouth open, revealing two rows of white teeth. He hooked one foot on the ground and picked up a steel sword, holding it in his hand to examine it casually. Then, he placed the tip of the sword against the back of the neck of that chiliarch.

  He bent down, leaned into the ear of Qianfu Chang and said in a low voice: "Friend, if you want to blame someone, blame your battalion commander for not teaching you well, rather than me being ruthless!" As he spoke, the sword in his hand slowly stabbed downwards.

  The sword moved very slowly, and the chiliarch could feel the icy coldness of the sword piercing into his body bit by bit. That chill was the cold before death, a bone-chilling and heart-piercing cold.

  "Cough... cough..."

  The steel sword cut off the sound of a thousand men's voices, he couldn't make a cry, his throat was left with only the sound of blood and bubbles.

  Everyone present was a soldier of the Wind Country, all of whom were warriors who had killed people on the battlefield without batting an eye. They had killed so many people that they didn't even flinch, but now, seeing Tang Yin kill that commander with such brutal means, they felt a chill from deep within their hearts. They forgot to step forward and stop him, forgot to speak out and stop him, and even forgot to breathe.

  Plop!

  The corpse with a steel sword stuck in its neck fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound, and the sound was like a giant hammer, waking up everyone present.

  "Whoosh——"

  In an instant, the tavern was in an uproar.

  The second battalion near the gate were all gritting their teeth to suppress the desire to rush out of the door, while Liang Yuan, Wu Lixiong and their subordinates involuntarily shivered with fear, Tang Yin in front of them made them feel a deep sense of terror, the scene in front of them made them almost vomit.

  Tang Yin crouched on the ground, wiping the bloodstains on his hands with the clothes of the corpse under his feet. Then he stood up and walked towards Liang Yuan with a smile.

  He tilted his head, speaking in a soft voice: "General Liang, now that you've had your fun, can I have my people back?" As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Wu Lixiong on the other side of Ai Jia, and he smiled, saying: "Or perhaps General Wu would like to try his hand against me as well!"

  PS: Today is New Year's Eve, I wish everyone a happy new year! A harmonious family! Joyful and auspicious!