Chapter 064: Fists Shake the Heavens

As soon as the words fell, a figure suddenly appeared, soaring over the railing like a bird and landing before the crowd—it was Lin Le.

Everyone was utterly shocked. After all, this was the rooftop of the fifth floor, and for someone to appear out of nowhere was completely unexpected.

Hou Jinlong was so startled by Lin Le’s sudden arrival that he nearly fell backward into the swimming pool. The bikini-clad women quickly huddled together in fright.

“What did you mean by your last statement?” Wu Sanxing, accustomed to the turbulence of life and seasoned by bloodshed, remained notably calm.

“Don’t you understand? The man you sent, Zuo Tianlang, is dead.”

“What?! Zuo Tianlang is dead?!” Hou Jinlong cried out.

“I’m here today to tell you: if any of you dare lay a hand on the Tang family again, your fate will be the same as Zuo Tianlang’s.” Lin Le’s voice was calm and steady.

“Hmph, kid, are you threatening us?” Wu Sanxing snorted.

“If that’s how you choose to interpret it, so be it,” Lin Le replied indifferently.

“Screw you! I’ve been running in North City since I was a teenager, founded Black Xing Society before I turned thirty, and seen every kind of scene. You, still wet behind the ears, dare to come here and threaten me? You must have a death wish!” Wu Sanxing cursed loudly.

He found the situation utterly comical, convinced Lin Le was there to make a fool of himself.

“You say Zuo Tianlang is dead? I’d like to know how he died. Don’t tell me—you’re claiming you killed him?” Yao Kun, the bodyguard beside Wu Sanxing, remarked with interest.

“You’re right. Zuo Tianlang died by my hand,” Lin Le answered truthfully.

Wu Sanxing and Yao Kun exchanged glances and burst into laughter. Around them, the Black Xing Society thugs also laughed.

“You claim you killed the King of Gu, Zuo Tianlang? Hahaha… That’s hilarious…” Wu Sanxing laughed heartily.

Yao Kun shook his head with a cold smile.

“Kid, the fact you managed to climb up from outside shows you have some skill, but at most you’re just at the level of minor external force. I doubt you even know what internal force is. Do you know who Zuo Tianlang was? He ranked in the top fifty on the Dark List of professional killers. And you dare say you killed him? You must be seriously delusional!” Yao Kun completely dismissed Lin Le’s claim.

“Believe me or not, I’ve made myself clear. If you dare target the Tang family again, don’t blame me for being ruthless!” Lin Le’s expression suddenly darkened.

“You’ll be ruthless? I’ll show you ruthless! Since you know Zuo Tianlang was our man, you can forget about leaving here alive. Men, finish him!” Wu Sanxing, ever merciless, gave the order without hesitation.

By the poolside, Wu Sanxing’s trusted lieutenants and elite enforcers, who had been resting and playing cards, immediately charged at Lin Le.

Lin Le sighed, then suddenly leapt forward, covering three meters in a single stride.

With a muffled thud, the foremost thug was sent flying into the pool by a single punch from Lin Le.

Lin Le’s movements grew erratic, weaving among the thugs like a master of martial footwork. One after another, he threw them into the pool, water splashing everywhere, making the scene as lively as a pot of dumplings.

Hou Jinlong shrank into a corner of the pool, terrified, while the bikini-clad women scrambled out and fled.

Moments later, more than twenty thugs on the shore had all been tossed into the water, so packed that the pool was brimming.

Everyone was stunned; even Wu Sanxing’s lips twitched involuntarily. He no longer saw Lin Le as a weak scholar.

“These people aren’t much better than those from the Tianxiong Gang,” Lin Le shook his head.

“Tianxiong Gang?” Yao Kun suddenly recalled something.

“Brother Xing, I heard that the Tianxiong Gang was wiped out recently. The rumor is that the one who did it was a high schooler, seventeen or eighteen… Could it be this kid?” Yao Kun whispered in Wu Sanxing’s ear.

“So what if it is? Guan Tianxiong’s skills are nothing special—just some superficial tricks he picked up at Shaolin. If it weren’t for Xue Beichuan holding him up these past years, I would have dealt with him long ago! Yao Kun, you’re not telling me you can’t handle this kid, are you?” Wu Sanxing sneered.

Yao Kun was the bodyguard Wu Sanxing had spent a fortune to keep by his side, paying him tens of millions annually. If he couldn’t handle something like this, Wu Sanxing’s money would have been wasted.

“Brother Xing, you don’t need to underestimate me.” Yao Kun smiled. “If I couldn’t handle this kid, I wouldn’t have the face to stay by your side. He’s got some skill, but taking his life is a sure thing for me!”

“Good, now go finish him! If the Tianxiong Gang couldn’t handle him, I’ll show Guan Tianxiong what it means to face me!” Wu Sanxing boasted.

“Alright, I’ll present his head to Brother Xing!” Yao Kun’s expression hardened as he charged at Lin Le.

Less than ten meters from Lin Le, Yao Kun suddenly waved his hand.

A series of sharp whistles sliced through the air; throwing knives, shimmering with cold light, tore through the air toward Lin Le like streaks of white lightning.

“True Qi wrapped around the blade?” Lin Le instantly recognized it. The knives were enveloped in a layer of True Qi, making them deadlier than bullets—something achievable only with externalized True Qi.

In terms of physical strength alone, Yao Kun was merely at the level of minor internal force, not even as strong as Guan Tianxiong. However, as a disciple of the Flying Knife School, he had mastered the art of throwing knives since childhood. True Qi wrapped around the blade allowed him to kill from a distance, taking his opponent’s life before they could even get close. It was a skill that brute strength alone could not match.

It was precisely because of his mastery of flying knives that Yao Kun was so confident he could take Lin Le’s life.

As the knives came flying, Lin Le dodged swiftly. The blades whistled past, grazing his body.

The knives struck the wall behind Lin Le with explosive force, blasting holes as if struck by grenades—a display of terrifying power.

“Good, finish him!” Wu Sanxing shouted excitedly.

Hou Jinlong now felt assured. He knew Yao Kun’s strength well; a decade ago, Wu Sanxing had recruited Yao Kun from the Dark List, where he once ranked in the top forty, ahead of Zuo Tianlang.

If it weren’t for concerns about implicating themselves, they wouldn’t have settled for hiring Zuo Tianlang instead.

At this moment, Hou Jinlong was convinced the troublesome youth had come to die.

Yao Kun and Lin Le were locked in a fierce battle.

Those dozen knives had only been probes; now, Yao Kun seized the opportunity and attacked directly.

“Die!” Yao Kun roared, unleashing another throwing knife aimed straight at Lin Le’s face.

This time, the knife was faster and more powerful than before, its True Qi wrapping even thicker, streaking toward Lin Le like a bolt of lightning.

Lin Le had just dodged the previous knives, and now this lethal blade was upon him, leaving no room to escape.

“We’ve won!” Hou Jinlong was already celebrating.

Wu Sanxing was elated, waiting to see Lin Le pierced by the blade.

But just then, Lin Le suddenly shouted, “Lingxiao’s Eight Absolutes, Fist Shakes the Milky Way!”

Lingxiao’s Formula was not only a cultivation manual but also contained immortal martial techniques. This move, Fist Shakes the Milky Way, was one of the immortal martial arts within Lingxiao’s Formula.

Though Lin Le’s mastery of Lingxiao’s Formula was still shallow, it was more than enough to deal with a martial artist of Yao Kun’s minor internal force.

With Lin Le’s punch, his fist seemed wrapped in countless stars, like a meteor shower falling from the sky.

He struck directly, unflinching, smashing into the tip of the flying blade.

Boom! The knife, wrapped in True Qi, was shattered by Lin Le’s punch.

“What!” Wu Sanxing cried out in shock, and Hou Jinlong was dumbfounded.

Yao Kun’s eyes widened in disbelief.

While Yao Kun was stunned, the powerful force of the Fist Shakes the Milky Way surged through several meters of air, already reaching him.