Chapter 41: First Strike

  Transtor: Krukist

  The price was “high”? It gged far behind even casual bids—outsiders chasing Ganoderma Hall’s name could sp down thirty pert more than Lin Mudong’s offer. Lin Yu marveled—what was this guy’s face made of to spew such shamelessness? Still, he held his temper.

  His gaze drifted to Li Chaohua outside the gate, fnked by six brutes. Not ranked Body Fers, but they’d trained some basics. A gold him any one could take three or fur folks. The old Lin Yu might’ve flinched, but now? He itched to test his limits.

  Lin Mudohed at Lin Yu’s silend bnk stare, as if his threats were air. Gritting his teeth, he hissed, “If you don’t sign now, you’ll regret it. Ling’er’s safe—I’d even fu the Academy. But you? A useless quack. How much would it e to bury you?”

  His voice dripped menace. “Nothing. I’ve met all kinds over the years—any thug could end you.”

  Lin Yu raised a hand, pointing at the six outside. “You mean those?”

  Lin Mudong smirked, smug. “Yep. Any one could leave you dead ging. Market toughs—hands stained with blood.”

  Lin Yu grabbed the deed off the table, chug. “Lin Mudong, you’ve prepped well—er me ‘til I cave. Too bad, this ain’t my breaking point.”

  *Rip.* Paper tore as he shredded it. Lin Mudong’s eyes bulged, realization dawning—Lin Yu had zero io yield. He’d braced for this showdown.

  “Lin Yu, you’re really not afraid to die,” Lin Mudong snarled. “Fine, I’ll teach you a lesson…”

  “Teach me? Bring it,” Lin Yu said, cool as a breeze. His eyes lingered on the six, theood. “No need for them—you start.”

  *Bang.*

  Lin Mudong’s horror froze as Lin Yu’s fist loomed, swelling like a cauldron in his vision. Knuckles cracked against his face—a sledgehammer blow. Pain exploded, his body reeling back, crashing to the ground with a thud, dust billowing.

  It happeoo fast—Lin Mudong couldn’t reaor could the six brutes, still gawking in fusion.

  Li Chaohua so first, shrieking, “Ah!”

  Lin Yu winced, c his ears. “Lady, that screech could pierce my skull. ’t you chill with all these eyes on us?”

  No “Sed Aunt,” no name—just foes now. The moment Lin Mudong spoke, kinship died. He wanted Ganoderma Hall? Lin Yu would grind them underfoot. Fair trade.

  *Snap.* One leg kicked back, and Lin Yu shot forward like a streak of light, halting before Li Chaohua. She flinched, but years of bullying Lin Yu fueled her reflex. “You little bastard, you dare—”

  *Sp.* A crisp smack cut her off, a red handprint blooming on her cheek.

  “You hit me?” She gaped, stunned. Never had she pictured Lin Yu this bold—smag her in public. “Get him!” she roared at the six.

  They traded gnces, bloodlust sparking. Boss and wife hit? Time to go hard. Bottom-feeders from the streets, they relished a free-for-all.

  Lin Yu watched, unhurried, a smirk curling his lips. Six nobodies—his matbsp;

  Slim as ever, he knew his edge. The Heavenly Cloud Body F Art, deduced to 5%, sat a hair from First-Grade, First-Tier status. These six? Powerless against him.

  No spiritual energy yet, but he outcssed mortals by miles.

  “Heh, you don’t know death…” one growled, mistaking Lin Yu’s calm fance. He charged, fist aiming for Lin Yu’s fabsp;

  *Whoosh.* The air split.

  A blur—Lin Yu was behind him. The thug’s face twitched, twisting to strike, but Lin Yu’s foot shed out, unsparing. It smmed the man into the wall-root.

  *Boom.* The crash shook the wall, the thug crumpling unscious.

  Lin Yu’s eyes gleamed. Ten times a normal man’s strength—and not even a full Body Fer yet. ower awaited at that rank?

  He ughed, pointing at the remaining five. “All at once. You want to teach me? Fine—I’ll vent some steam.”

  Today, pinned between big shots at the manor, frustration had simmered. Now, these meat targets showed up—perfebsp;

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