Free Web NovelChapter 1109: Chapter 1080: Life-and-Death Moment (Part 3)
Ha... with a deft movement, Xiao Lin landed and rushed explosively towards Mu Rongyun, who had been swept away, bringing forth faint shadows in his wake. His hand held the fan that moved forward like a phantom. Its strange trajectory, sharp aura, and chilling edge displayed a terrifying intent to kill.
The whole body was thrown into the air, yet after landing, there was no hesitation. He flipped several times in place and leaped up again. His legs spread wide, his entire body sunk, like a beast making a sudden probe forward, the steel knife in his hand moved sharply, carrying a deadly arc towards Xiao Lin.
The distance was too close. Just as Xiao Lin was about to perform a chop, his eyes trembled slightly, and he had to swiftly change his attack. The fan suddenly rotated and at the same time he twisted his feet forcefully, halting his forward momentum and leaping, narrowly dodging the steel knife swung by Mu Rongyun.
"Hmm... that’s more like it." Mu Rongyun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his cold and hard face flashing with hideous madness: "Although I’ve been waiting for ten years for this moment to come, Xiao Zhenfeng did not disappoint me. The pain the Xiao Family inflicted on me over these ten years, I will take back bit by bit from all of you. The more you cherish something, the more I will personally destroy it." Mu Rongyun’s pitch-black eyes seemed engorged with blood as he stared at Xiao Lin with a scorching and aggressive gaze. "Opportunity... only comes once! If you don’t kill me today, you will never have another chance."
"Once is enough!" With a cold retort, Xiao Lin completely abandoned the last thought of preserving life, his feet suddenly infused with power, and his tall, thin body shot forth like a cannonball again. The fan danced, slashing out sharp edges; his left claw stiffened, spinning out severe force.
"Very well! Very well! Now you’ll gamble your life? I’ll fulfill your wish and keep your corpse; I doubt Xiao Zhenfeng won’t come to collect you!" Before the words were fully spoken... Mu Rongyun suddenly let out a chilling howl inexplicably. His pale face turned blood-red without warning, bringing a horrifying madness to his already terrifying face.
Completely different from his previous sickly pale appearance, and also a drastic change from just a moment ago. As if subjected to extreme shock, his mind suddenly went insane. Judging by that madness alone, Mu Rongyun was terrifyingly dreadful.
The steel knife in his hand whirled like lightning, precisely intercepting Xiao Lin’s charge while concealing sharp offense. A dagger appeared in his hand, tightly gripped at his fingertips, angled slyly at Xiao Lin’s claws for a cunning strike.
Defense laced with offense, offense embedded with defense, advancing and retreating strategically, combining attack and defense effortlessly. This incisive forceful style is in stark contrast to his hideous and crazy visage.
The extremely bizarre contradiction and sudden change of demeanor made Xiao Lin tense and cautious, unable to suppress the surprise and peculiarity on his face. His expression abruptly became serious, his deadly offensive intensified, entering a complete battle state, a state of relentless and absolute abandon.
Mu Rongyun actually suffers from intermittent mental illness, but this illness is unlike the irrational madness known to people, but is instead like a locked consciousness where he confines all rationality and thought within a specific mental space. At this moment, he sees nothing else but the battle, only his enemy in sight.
This... is the true horror of Mu Rongyun!!
In an instant, the ambiance turned lopsided—a one-sided battle. Facing such madness, all Xiao Lin could do was defend; he couldn’t escape the whirlwind created by the steel knife, riddled with gashes all over his body, the last impression left by Mu Rongyun’s bloodshot eyes was destruction!
No escape! No victory!
Abandoning the unfitting fan in his hand, Xiao Lin stomped on the ground with his right foot, making a final gamble for survival. Maintaining a calm not entirely rational in the face of irrationality, with a flash of silver in front amidst the spark-strewn brilliance, he inhaled, both hands swiftly gathering visible streams of energy. This was his rarely used internal energy technique, slowly drawing the gathered mist towards his chest, enveloping him.
Opportunity is slim! Truly just that once! As he held his breath, Mu Rongyun’s steel knife met resistance from the mist, he shouted, a sharp wail charging forward, splitting open a path, aiming to slash Xiao Lin head-on.
The protective circle was breached, stepping back with his left foot, the ground sank half an inch beneath him. Just as the steel knife neared, he swung his left hand in a slow strike; as his palm was about to touch the knife tip, his right hand suddenly moved, two fingers hitting with the power of the left palm swipe.
Pop, pop, pop! The crisp succession echoed like dominoes toppling, at the moment the fingertips met the steel knife tip, the blade broke off, clattering and fracturing to the ground.
Without his weapon, Mu Rongyun was carried by the force of momentum, and Xiao Lin had been waiting for this moment, finding life in certain death. Only then he had the chance to close in on Mu Rongyun. If he hadn’t broken the knife a moment ago, the steel blade would have pierced right through his face!
Mu Rongyun laughed eerily, the sudden transformation made no impact on his demeanor; with momentum, his body adjusted mid-air at a forty-five-degree angle into a position incomprehensible to Xiao Lin, instead of retreating, he shifted forward, immediately disappearing from Xiao Lin’s anticipated line of sight.
When did Mu Rongyun increase his speed? Such astonishment chilled Xiao Lin’s heart more than the fast-approaching force behind him.
Bang! A mouthful of blood splattered out!
No place to hide! As if bones shattering resonated, cracking like those fractured steel knives!
A subtle pain spread through his back, Xiao Lin barely had a chance to glance at Mu Rongyun, falling forward!
As Mu Rongyun poised to strike Xiao Lin down with a final blow, an enormous explosion erupted behind him, breaking through the curtain-covered window, sending shards towards Mu Rongyun; piercing light rays streamed in. Instinctively shielding himself, Mu Rongyun dodged quickly to one side, avoiding the light.
Xiao Lin’s fall coincided with the explosion tremor, causing a surge of blood fluctuation within, spitting out several blood clots. From the corner of his eye, seeing figures emerging from the blast approaching before losing consciousness.
Heavily armed individuals ignored Mu Rongyun hiding in the corner. He seemed overwhelmed and helpless, crouching behind a cupboard, refusing to show his face.
Cradling the fallen and blood-soaked Xiao Lin, the figure turned back into the continuous sound of shattering explosions, leaping into the fierce flames rising.
Police sirens approached, from the burning building, armed individuals handed over Xiao Lin to waiting teammates.
"I owe you one!" Uttering these words, Chopin looked at the appalling condition of Xiao Lin in his hands. Above, the house beams crackled, ready to break from the fire.
"Take him away!" The hoarse voice, like filtered, barely audible, with these three words, the person cradled by Chopin squirmed but could not overcome the body’s inherent danger signals to reach out, his hand conveniently dropped when touching the other’s clothes.
Such willpower of Xiao Lin was astonishing; his strength equally so—surviving might not always be fortunate!
Chopin climbed into a pre-parked car, worryingly gazing at the person on his lap, gently wiping blood trickling from his mouth with his thumb, nostrils twitching lightly.
"Young master, where are we heading now?"
"Go find the Black Doctor, quietly!" Chopin rested one hand on the car door, his face turning toward the house behind him that kept erupting in explosions. The fire was raging fiercely, as though it wanted to devour the entire row of houses to fill the belly of this Fire Dragon.
"Antonio, what can I do now?" Chopin asked the driver. He didn’t know how to face Xia Xue, how to tell him about the life-or-death moment of Xiao Lin. He lacked confidence!
"Young Master, I think what you should do now is dial the phone!"
"Call that old guy?" Chopin rarely mocked himself. "Antonio, if it weren’t for that old geezer, Xiao Lin wouldn’t be in this predicament!"
"But Young Master, the third young master is already on his way to your place by plane. This is an opportunity!"
"Xiao Mu?" Chopin somewhat blamed his butler for negligence. Regardless of the intent, hiding things was a mistake! "Let him wait at the door; if he can’t wait, he’ll naturally leave!"
Antonio glanced at his master through the rearview mirror, stepped on the accelerator, and sped towards Sin City!
"Young Master, your identity..." The silence in the car didn’t last long; Antonio couldn’t keep his mouth shut. "You’ve hidden your identity for so many years. Are you going to expose it for this person? Since returning from the Middle East, you’ve been more cautious in guarding this identity, and now you want to for this person..."
"Antonio, I don’t want this identity more than anyone else, you know!"
"Yes!"
Chopin ended the conversation, but simultaneously he dialed a number he would never normally call. After a couple of rings, a deep but not hoarse voice came through the receiver.
"Hello!"
"It’s me!" Chopin felt his hand trembling and pressed his right hand against it; he was indeed left-handed, but he hid it deeply.
"Hmm!"
"He’s dying! Because of Mu Rongyun."
"Xiao Mu is going to your side!"
"Damn it, damn you, can’t you let him go?"
"By ’him,’ do you mean Xiao Lin? Or Mu Rongyun?"
"You know who I’m talking about! Why are you always so cold-blooded? Isn’t Xiao Lin your son?"
Antonio looked at Chopin through the rearview mirror, releasing a silent sigh!
The long beeping sound echoed from the phone. Chopin guiltily threw the mobile toward the windshield, creating a loud bang that startled the driver, Antonio. His hands slipped uncontrollably, losing grip on the steering, causing the car to veer towards oncoming traffic. Fortunately, Antonio quickly corrected the direction, avoiding a collision, and steered back to the original track.
"Young Master, you almost got us killed!"
"He’s just a bastard!"
"Yes!"
Silence fell again within the car, while Sin City loomed ahead.
The Black Doctor waited at the door, observing as Chopin’s car sped past. Along with Xia Xue, no one waiting at the door believed that the invincible person was now at death’s door, and the one who notified them was none other than the international superstar.
"Shouldn’t you explain to us what’s happening here?" Yelü took a step forward; his suspicion hadn’t ceased since his first entrance into the castle.
"Compared to this, you should be more concerned about Xiao Lin!" The aura naturally exuded bore similarities with Xiao Lin.
As Black Doctor received Xiao Lin, he frowned. "This... who hurt him!" The contradictory question was asked as if hesitantly.
"Mu Rongyun!"
"What?"
The three shouted in unison, Consort Ling and Yelü looking at each other, while Xia Xue’s Mu Rongyun was definitely not one of them.
"Long time no see!" Chopin turned to Xia Xue and the Consort Ling by his side.
"Long time no see!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
