Observing Wanfa from the martial arts school servants

Chapter 38 God's Intention First

Lin Mu gathered all his qi and blood, and his Wind Step made him as nimble as a cat in the night, silently slipping into the alley next to the Drunken Spring Pavilion.

Inside the Drunken Spring Pavilion, the sounds of silk and bamboo instruments filled the air, and the air was thick with the smell of wine.

He lifted the curtain and entered, quickly walking through the lobby, trying to shake off the tail behind him by following the figures of the guests and girls coming and going.

However, that white shadow clung to him like a maggot.

Under the lights of Zuichunlou, the man's face was clearly visible.

It was the powerful Dark Force expert who ambushed him outside the inner city that night; the white robe with the character "Yu" on it from the Yufeng Gang was particularly eye-catching under the lamplight.

Lin Mu walked around a table, and the other person followed from the end of the table.

He slipped into the shadows of the colonnade, where the other person stood at the edge of the lamplight, his gaze fixed on him.

The distance is constantly decreasing.

Three zhang, two zhang, one zhang... The white-robed man's sleeves fluttered, his knuckles slightly bent, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he made no attempt to conceal his murderous intent.

With nowhere else to retreat, Lin Mu had no choice but to grab a wine jar from the nearby table and smash it at him.

"Bang—" Porcelain shards flew everywhere, and screams filled the hall, creating chaos.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Mu instantly activated his Sudden Wind Step, followed immediately by his Wind-Stepping Step, and darted out of the chaos, heading straight for the back door.

But where can they escape to?

Back to Changfeng Martial Arts School?

It's true that the master of the martial arts school is a master of the Transformation Realm, but the leader of the Wind Control Gang is also a master of the Transformation Realm, and he has a group of Dark Realm leaders under his command who are ruthless and dangerous.

Even if he helps the martial arts school win the challenge match, would the school master really stand up against the Yufeng Gang for a Ming Jin who came from a menial background?

The outcome is unpredictable.

Go back to the village?

That's like an old man hanging himself; he's courting death.

After much thought, there was only one place to go—the inner city.

He was still wearing the eagle-head mask at this moment, and his identity had not yet been exposed. If he could escape into the inner city, he might still have a chance of survival.

Lin Mu squeezed through the dog hole into the narrow alley, ran along the wall, jumped over a low wall, and landed in the backyard of a house.

The chickens were startled and squawked wildly, but he didn't care. He overturned the chicken coop, activated his Wind Step technique at full speed, and ran wildly towards the inner city.

The inner city walls were already not far away, brightly lit.

The footsteps behind them gradually faded away; the man in white robes didn't seem to be chasing after them.

Just when Lin Mu thought he could escape, a white figure suddenly emerged from the shadows ahead.

The man stood at the foot of the city wall, hands behind his back, a mocking smile on his face like a cat catching a mouse, as if he had been waiting there all along.

"You killed members of my Wind Riding Gang and you think you can get away?"

"Once you're in the cage, your life or death is up to fate."

"Who sent you to kill him at Chang Le Casino?" the white-robed man probed.

"Nobody's here."

"We just don't have enough money to buy meat to eat."

"Wait until I cripple you, then let's see if you're still so stubborn."

Before the man in white could finish speaking, the palm strike had already arrived.

Lin Mu turned to the side, his palm brushing against the edge of the mask, the force of the wind making the mask's strap snap.

He pushed off the ground with his right foot, unleashing a burst of speed, and punched his opponent in the ribs.

The man in white robes pressed down with his left hand to block the punch, then his right palm struck Lin Mu's shoulder.

The hidden force enters the body.

Lin Mu gritted his teeth, activated his Body Tempering Technique, and used the same method as the Wind-Controlling Spear to unleash that hidden force.

Seeing that he had not been able to capture Lin Mu in one fell swoop, the man in white frowned slightly.

Within a few days, two people with Ming Jin strength actually managed to catch his Wind Control Fist?

He struck Lin Mu's arms, shoulders, and chest with a relentless barrage of blows, each strike carrying hidden force.

Lin Mu's Wind Steps were incredibly fast, barely keeping up with his opponent's rhythm, but with each clash of fists and palms, a hidden force was injected into his body.

He could resolve part of it, but resolving it required time and energy, and the man in white robes gave him no chance to catch his breath.

Three palms, five palms, seven palms—the residual internal energy accumulated more and more, like countless needles pricking at the same time.

Lin Mu's footwork began to falter, and his punching speed slowed down.

He had nowhere to dodge, and another blow struck his chest, causing him to spit blood onto the inside of his mask, which then trickled down his chin.

This is not a solution.

Using the force of that palm strike, he unleashed his full power with the Sudden Wind Step, his body leaping back several feet to create distance.

The Body Tempering Technique circulated wildly along with the spiraling force of the Wind Control Spear.

The internal energy tops within his body were still spinning, one, two, three... densely packed, like ice crystals in a blizzard, each one twisting inside his body.

He carefully controlled his qi and blood, drawing out the top to form a small vortex, which then grew into a large vortex.

At that moment, the man in white robes attacked again.

The hidden force surged into Lin Mu's arm like a tide, heading straight for the newly formed vortex.

If the two forces collide, his meridians will surely be severed.

At this critical moment, he manipulated his body's qi and blood to slow down the impact of the opponent's hidden force, while using his will to survive between life and death to try his best to control the vortex.

The vortex made a faint connection with this idea.

Then it will operate according to Lin Mu's idea.

Like peeling back layers of a cocoon, the surging hidden force was peeled away strand by strand, intertwined with itself.

The opponent's force becomes part of the vortex, like a stream flowing into a river, like silk thread winding onto a spinning wheel.

The man in white felt his internal energy enter Lin Mu's body, but it did not cause the expected damage.

He frowned, about to increase the force, when a familiar power surged from Lin Mu's palm, flowing upstream along his hand.

The white-robed man felt a numbness in his arm as a hidden force entered his body.

"In cultivating Qi and transforming it into spirit, the spirit precedes the mind."

"Are you a martial artist specializing in internal energy?"

"Why do you also know the Wind Control Fist?"

He used verbal probing to secretly neutralize the force.

The forces that originate from the same source can be completely dissolved if given enough time.

Would Lin Mu give him time?

He had already grasped the mystery of "the spirit precedes the mind" in hidden strength—hidden strength is not generated by brute force, but by intention.

Although he did not possess his own internal energy, he could use his mind to guide the white-robed man's internal energy, allowing it to swirl and accumulate power within his body before returning it along the same path.

So he unleashed his sudden burst of speed again, charging forward and striking the white-robed man's chest with his right palm.

The white-robed man's expression changed slightly, and he had no choice but to parry with his palm.

With their palms touching, the hidden force unleashed by the white-robed man was once again drawn by Lin Mu's will.

Lin Mu followed his spiraling blood and qi path and struck back.

Back and forth, the white-robed man couldn't keep up with the deflection, and the hidden energy within his body accumulated more and more.

With each palm strike, some of the force was intercepted, twisted, and sent back by Lin Mu, as if he were struggling against himself, becoming more and more sluggish with each strike.

The two exchanged blows silently, yet their power surged like an undercurrent.

Sweat beaded on the forehead of the man in white robes, and blood trickled from the corner of Lin Mu's mouth—he was not a master of internal energy cultivation, and each time he guided the energy, he had to expend a lot of mental energy. His meridians, which had been tempered by the Body Tempering Technique, were also somewhat unable to withstand the repeated impact of the forces from both sides.

The situation seemed to be getting out of control, and the man in white robes wanted to wait for another opportunity to fight.

He made a feint, then suddenly withdrew his palm and turned to leave.

However, Lin Mu would not allow him to have his way.

Lin Mu pushed off the ground with his left foot, unleashing a burst of speed with his sudden wind steps, his body sweeping sideways to block in front of him.

The man in white paused, narrowing his eyes: "You want me to stay?"