Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction Chapter 324 - 92: Turmoil

Devil’s Gate, Liao Yin Mountain.

This place is a stronghold for the west line confrontation between the Devil’s Gate and the Fire Crow Sect along with two other major sects.

At this mont, everyone stopped standing on the mountainside, looking at the horizon where a faint black line gradually appeared.

As the black line approached, an eerie wind arose from beneath their feet.

Yet everyone found this situation exhilarating, even becoming fervent.

"The Devil is coming. Coming for the Fire Crow Sect to avenge a past humiliation."

Everyone felt indignant.

The original base was devastated by the true disciple of the Fire Crow Sect. Forced to move to the current location, the arrival of the Devil ans a chance for revenge.

Woo woo woo woo.

It’s like the wailing of a mournful woman, causing disturbance.

"He’s here, the Saint Heir is here. They say the Fifth Holy Son Ji Bing has arrived."

"These vengeful souls have such terrifying influence. Soone once said, if one’s willpower isn’t strong enough, these mournful cries can bring despair, eventually leading to suicide. Be careful."

Soon, multiple pale-faced won, covering their faces in tears, surrounded a black-and-white palanquin, descending swiftly.

Everyone present remained silent, quietly watching this scene.

Not long after, a cold-faced young man in black robes strode out, followed by a hunched old servant with blood-red eyes, smilingly watching the crowd.

Ji Bing slid a string of bone beads in his hand, his thumb flicking over each bead.

His gaze fell, finally resting on the person at the forefront.

"What’s the status of the battle, report it." He spoke coldly, then walked towards the eting hall.

"Yes, Saint Heir."

The person acknowledged, hurriedly leading the crowd to follow him.

Not long after, having understood the situation slightly, Ji Bing spoke coldly: "I’ve understood, you may leave now."

Soon, everyone retreated quietly.

In the spacious eting hall, only the Saint Heir and the old servant stood silently.

After waiting for several breaths, Ji Bing’s thumb stopped moving on the beads.

He chuckled softly, staring behind the screen, and said lightly: "Lang Kun Blade, since you’re here, why be so coy, eavesdropping like that."

"Heh." A hoarse laugh ca from behind the screen.

"Fifth Devil, truly living up to your na."

From behind the screen quietly erged a six-foot-tall triangular-headed monster, resembling a green praying mantis walking upright.

Its legs were slender, covered in spines, and its arms were not human hands but sharp green scythes. A pair of transparent wings hung behind it, occasionally trembling, stirring up slight breezes.

As this demon appeared, an invisible gust vaguely ford. It seed as though invisible wind blades were continuously tearing through the void.

Ji Bing clearly sensed the probe, moved his thumb, and the beads imdiately turned in the opposite direction. At the sa ti, an invisible wave spread, dissipating all gusts into thin air.

Finally, it vanished in the middle.

Ji Bing and Lang Kun Blade, after probing, had assessed each other.

"We need not say much more. Since we’re here, Jin Shengzhe is so arrogant. Let’s cut him down first." Ji Bing smiled faintly.

The mantis demon said nothing, rely twisted its head, compound eyes reflecting Ji Bing’s stern face.

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anwhile, on the other side, as Lin Yuan left.

Yu Hongda had invited people from the Lingzhen Martial Academy.

"It’s indeed Senior Brother An."

The person, staring at An Xisong who was unconscious like a dead dog, exclaid in shock.

"What, it’s really An Xisong? Lost to Lin Yuan!!"

"Who is this person? Since when did Xuri Martial Academy have a Lin Yuan?"

"Report imdiately. An Xisong’s identity is undoubtedly confird, Lin Yuan defeated Lingzhen Martial Academy’s fifth-ranked An Xisong, it’s so exaggerated."

At this mont, as An Xisong’s identity was confird, everyone was astonished.

Like a stone dropped in a still lake, ripples expanded with the small academy as the center.

Foremost in shock was Yu Hongda.

"Luckily, I didn’t step in at that ti. Had I lost that bit of sanity, my end might not be much better than An Xisong."

Thinking Lin Yuan could easily defeat An Xisong, his understanding of Lin Yuan deepened a bit: "To crush An Xisong, this person must have already stepped into the third realm of martial arts."

"Indeed, comparing oneself to others can be infuriating." Yu Hongda couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

He had been continuously honing his martial arts cultivation, only now reaching the threshold of the third realm.

Lin Yuan is too exaggerated.

Simultaneously, within various martial academies, Lin Yuan’s na was brought up at the sa ti.

No wonder, because this achievent is startling, more so than ghost stories.

Many hesitated, unable to understand how Lin Yuan did it.

Ranked in the seventies, directly leapt to the top five, becoming a top-tier genius.

Such a transformation in identity was like a beggar suddenly donning imperial robes, becoming an emperor, stupefying everyone.

Imdiately, the news of Lin Yuan defeating An Xisong was already placed on Cai Yufeng’s desk.

"Lin Yuan, suddenly beca the fifth?" Cai Yufeng glanced at the news with a slight surprise.

His mind flashed that indifferent face: "No wonder he could bear the pressure back then."

The confidant beside him asked quietly: "Lin Yuan joined Xuri Martial Academy for about six months, now stepping into the third realm of martial arts; there’s a chance he might be sect-selected. Should we report?"

Cai Yufeng pondered slightly, shook his head: "Too conspicuous, too ostentatious."

Thinking of Qi Yu being close to Lin Yuan, he felt displeased. Like a cherished item having dust on it, how could he like it?

As the news disseminated, tianjiao from other cities heard it too.

In a tranquil courtyard.

Ji Chuisong, clad in a black robe, sat quietly in a pavilion, with a confidant constantly reporting recent news.

"Young Master, the most noteworthy news today is about this Lin Yuan." The confidant spoke with amazent: "This individual cos from a lowly background, but has astonishing talent. Joined the martial academy, now defeated An Xisong, and even wants to challenge Xu Jinyu."

Hearing this, Ji Chuisong set down the tea cup, calmly said: "Simply stepping into the third realm, bullying martial artists of the second realm. An Xisong, having not broken through into the third realm, naturally couldn’t resist."

"This person’s actions are rely seeking attention, hoping to catch the gaze of the upper echelons."

"A re clown, no need to pay too much attention. With Baiyan City missing Lu Rong, the others are quite ordinary. Has any news arrived from the sect?"

The confidant imdiately replied: "No."

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In another courtyard.

Lan Tingjun brushed away the falling leaves on his body, a slight smile appearing on his face: "Lin Yuan? From around seventy directly to fifth? Just a fleeting mont."

"This type of person aims to attract attention, hoping the martial academy would provide more support." He flipped a page of the report, reading the next page carefully.

"Found traces of Shi Yuankui? Intercepted quite a bit of supplies?" He read aloud, joy flaring in his heart.

"Where is this person active?" he imdiately asked the confidant beside him.

"Should be near Fengchang, about five hundred miles from here by carriage."

Knowing he was keen on this matter, the confidant quickly responded.

"Hahaha. Good."

Lan Tingjun laughed aloud: "Perfect timing, having mastered the Mandarin Duck Eight Pulse Force, I’ll test it on this individual to make my na known!"