Chapter 076: Fierce Battles Along the Way

Hearing this, Zhao Mingyi and Zhao Hu felt as though they had seen a ghost. Zhao Hu no longer dared to hesitate for even a moment; he hurriedly accelerated and chased after Lin Yue ahead.

Up ahead, Lin Yue didn’t seem intent on taking the opportunity to escape. Instead, it was as if he were waiting for his pursuers to catch up. Soon, Zhao Hu’s car pulled up level with Lin Yue’s.

“Well, still not giving up? Looks like you really want to risk your life against me,” Lin Yue sneered coldly.

“Lin Yue, tonight I’m taking your life!” Zhao Hu shouted in fury.

By now, the two cars had driven onto an even more deserted side road. The area was sparsely populated to begin with; at this hour, aside from them, not another soul was in sight. Zhao Hu’s menacing nature emerged at once.

Mimicking what Lin Yue had done earlier, Zhao Hu jerked his steering wheel, attempting to ram Lin Yue’s car at an angle. Unfortunately for him, Lin Yue’s reflexes were far superior; before Zhao Hu’s car could hit him, Lin Yue stomped hard on the brakes.

Zhao Hu’s car lunged forward into empty space, shooting past the nose of Lin Yue’s car and nearly crashing into the roadside greenery.

“Dongzi, it’s your turn,” Tu Manjiang, who had been resting with his eyes closed, could no longer tolerate Zhao Hu’s atrocious driving ruining his peace. With a trace of helplessness, he finally spoke.

“Yes, Master!” Only then did Wu Dong put away his phone.

A shift came over Wu Dong; the idle, casual look vanished, replaced by something chilling and menacing. He was like a dagger coated with deadly poison, at last drawn from its sheath.

Before Zhao Mingyi and Zhao Hu could fathom how Wu Dong intended to act from inside the car, Wu Dong had already rolled down the window, leaped out, and vaulted directly onto the roof of their vehicle!

“What?!” Zhao Mingyi and Zhao Hu both cried out in disbelief, unable to trust their own eyes.

Lin Yue had thought only Zhao Hu and Zhao Mingyi were in the car; he never expected someone else as well. Now, seeing a figure vault from the opposite window and land atop the car roof with the grace of a carp leaping a dragon’s gate, he too was taken aback.

Wu Dong stood in a martial stance atop the speeding Mercedes. Though Zhao Hu’s mediocre driving made the car sway, Wu Dong’s footing was as steady as if he stood on solid ground.

In an instant, Lin Yue recognized his opponent as a seasoned martial artist, and a formidable one at that. Clearly, the Zhao family had come prepared to take him down.

Normally, such an adversary wouldn’t trouble Lin Yue much, but tonight was different. Earlier, while using the Ninefold True Essence Art to treat Xu Xier’s Five Poisons Heart, his internal energy had been greatly depleted. Fatigue now weighed upon him, and his strength was only at forty percent of its usual level—a decidedly unfavorable situation.

But Lin Yue was not one to cower or shrink away. If a fight was what they wanted, then a fight they would get—anytime, anywhere, he would see it through to the end!

“Get closer,” Tu Manjiang said blandly to Zhao Hu, still resting with eyes closed.

Zhao Hu obeyed at once, steering the car toward Lin Yue.

“You’re pretty cocky, aren’t you?” Wu Dong, perched atop the car, sneered at Lin Yue through the window.

Lin Yue shrugged with perfect composure. “It’s the middle of the night and you’re strutting around on a car roof, acting like a complete fool. Honestly, I’m nowhere near as cocky as you.”

“Hmph, still mouthing off at death’s door. Let’s see if you can keep grinning in a minute!” Wu Dong’s expression hardened. With a sudden thrust, he channeled explosive force through his feet.

With a thunderous bang, the car roof caved in under the immense power, making the entire vehicle shudder and sink. In the same instant, Wu Dong shot across the roof like lightning, launching himself straight at Lin Yue’s car!

Lin Yue frowned, surprised by the sheer ferocity of his opponent’s methods. He hastily turned the wheel, trying to evade.

But Wu Dong’s speed and leap were astonishing—before Lin Yue could veer away, there was a splintering crack as Wu Dong crashed through the supposedly reinforced car window, shattering it to pieces.

In the next breath, Wu Dong was inside Lin Yue’s backseat compartment.

“Holy—!” The Zhao father and son’s eyes widened in shock at Wu Dong’s feat.

“What the…” Lin Yue, too, exclaimed in disbelief. His opponent’s strength had surpassed all his expectations.

“You little punk, still feel like laughing?” Wu Dong said with a cold sneer, brushing glass shards off his clothes in the back seat.

“If you wanted to come in, you could’ve just asked. I’d have opened the door for you—no need for all this trouble,” Lin Yue replied with a mocking grin.

“Fine, you’ll only weep when you see your coffin. I’ll show you the coffin, then!”

Wu Dong’s face darkened as he lunged forward, locking his arms around Lin Yue’s neck from behind.

Instantly, Lin Yue felt the man’s formidable strength—his neck squeezed as if bound by thick steel cables, blood surging to his face in a flush.

If not for Lin Yue’s own powerful physique, an ordinary person would have had their larynx crushed and died on the spot under Wu Dong’s grip.

Lin Yue realized with clarity that his attacker truly meant to kill him.

Since that was so, there was no room for mercy.

With a cold resolve, Lin Yue swung his hand back, stabbing two fingers toward Wu Dong’s eyes. He put considerable force into the strike—if he didn’t blind the man, he’d at least render him unable to see for a while.

But to Lin Yue’s astonishment, his fingers met what felt like steel plates instead of eyelids—a jolt of pain shot through his fingertips.

What?! Lin Yue could hardly believe it. His opponent’s body was hardened to this extent?

This was the art of Iron Body training.

Within the martial ways of China, there were three main disciplines: Internal, External, and Iron Body. Each had its strengths, but Iron Body was by far the most dominant.

Iron Body training involved repeatedly striking the body’s parts against hard objects to toughen the flesh.

Yet, as far as Lin Yue knew, the eyes were the hardest part to train—they remained a weakness for most practitioners.

But this man had even tempered his eyelids to such a degree. It was almost unbelievable.

At this level, he could be called a master of Iron Body.

No ordinary assassin would possess such deep and esoteric cultivation. Clearly, this was not someone the Zhao father and son had casually hired from the underworld.

Wu Dong’s face twisted with savagery, his arms tightening around Lin Yue’s neck. He, too, was surprised by Lin Yue’s resistance; the man could take a hit, no doubt with some skill of his own.

But what did it matter? He’d still die at Wu Dong’s hands.

Wu Dong gave it his all, squeezing even harder, the seatback creaking and warping under the pressure.

The car veered out of control, careening off the road and into the wasteland.

At that moment, Lin Yue let out a furious roar, thrusting his arm back like a dragon’s claw to seize Wu Dong by the nape.

“Get lost!” Lin Yue bellowed, summoning all his strength.

Wu Dong had no time to react before Lin Yue wrenched him over and flung him forward.

With a heavy thud, Wu Dong’s head smashed through the windshield, sending the entire pane flying out.

With a screech, Lin Yue slammed on the brakes. The car screeched to a halt, coming to an abrupt stop just before crashing into a large tree.