Chapter 61: A Separate Chapter to Address Matters That Cannot Be Left Unspoken

Hua Tianyu even wondered if Lin Lin had inherited her father's genes, making her one of the rare individuals capable of undergoing special modifications. However, this could only be verified once the team doctor, Bian Que, returned.

As for her opponent, Feng Wenhu, already well into middle age, he had reached only the basic level of an entry-level evolved warrior and now had no room left for improvement.

"Lin Lin, lower your right fist a little more, keep your left fist hidden and don’t release it!"

"Your leg sweep isn’t sharp enough—speed it up by at least thirty percent!"

"When you dodge him, don’t twist your waist; just sink your left shoulder. Then you can immediately counterattack with your right!"

Noticing that the two were evenly matched, Hua Tianyu began to calmly offer Lin Lin advice from the sidelines. After all, it wasn’t hard to find someone to spar with—it was rare to find an opponent whose abilities were so well-matched, and who was willing to fight with their life on the line.

But wasn’t Feng Wenhu just such a person?

Such an excellent resource should certainly not be wasted!

Lin Lin’s martial arts skills were inherited from her father, but as an adult, she had spent very little time with Lin Luohua, relying more on her own exploration and practice.

One had to admit: to reach the level of a novice master through self-study alone—Lin Lin’s talent was extraordinary!

What she lacked was experience against peers and guidance from real experts. Now, Feng Wenhu was the very embodiment of experience.

As for expert guidance, with Hua Tianyu at her side, who in this world could be a better mentor?

Thus she fought with increasing vigor. What was once a balanced contest now saw the scales of victory tipping in her favor—Lin Lin was pressing the attack, leaving Feng Wenhu on the defensive.

Her offenses grew relentless, and Feng Wenhu began to struggle. He wanted to land a punch on Hua Tianyu to make him shut up, but was so pressed that he couldn’t spare a hand. All he could do was curse inwardly: Damn it! Real men watch in silence—don’t you know that?

With each casual remark, Hua Tianyu exposed his opponent’s flaws, but elsewhere the situation was far less optimistic.

The ten men in black, each engaged in two-on-one fights, showed no sign of being at a disadvantage. Armed with baseball bats and steel pipes—tools far handier than the makeshift weapons Lin Lin’s side had scrounged from the rooms—they pressed their attacks.

Shi Fei’s opponent wielded a baseball bat, while Shi Fei himself had only a plastic broom handle. After blocking a savage blow, his weapon snapped in half.

Disarmed, Shi Fei was struck in the face by the bat, let out a scream, and lost all ability to fight.

Catching sight of this from the corner of his eye, Hua Tianyu took two strides to the black-clad man's side, snatched the bat from his grasp, and before the man could react, brought it down hard on the back of his head.

With a dull, heavy thud, the man—who had just been gloating over his victory—felt as if his skull had been smashed by a speeding train. For a split second, he thought his head had been torn from his body.

Then he lost consciousness entirely, collapsing face-first onto the ground, his arms twitching reflexively.

Too ruthless!

Everyone in Yongxing Hall felt the same in that moment.

If one were to draw a comparison, that man’s head was like a baseball, and Hua Tianyu’s strike was a full-powered home run.

Just hearing the sound of that blow, they could almost feel the pain radiate from his skull!

Wan Rong, too, was stunned by Hua Tianyu’s display. The man in black was utterly outmatched.

It seemed he had underestimated Hua Tianyu from the start.

He glanced back at the two other top instructors, signaling with his eyes to attack together.

In that brief moment, Hua Tianyu had already knocked out two more with the bat.

Wan Rong: “…”

“Grab your weapons! All together!” Wan Rong roared, drawing a large machete from behind his back.

The ten men behind him also drew machetes—no more makeshift sticks. The notion of leaving survivors meant nothing to Wan Rong!

That was the foolish idea of someone like Jiang Yong!

As for Jiang Liliang, Wan Rong laughed inwardly: age has softened your heart and dulled your courage, old man. This underworld is no longer your world!

It had to be said, Wan Rong owed his position in Yongxing Hall not just to his martial skills, but to his ruthless heart.

His men were nothing like the others, who wielded only sticks and pipes. Each of his followers carried a machete and lived on the edge; rules and restraint meant nothing to them—whoever had the strongest fist and the sharpest blade was their boss!

Over thirty men drew their weapons, grinning savagely as they charged at Lin Lin’s group.

Jiang Liliang did not move. His eyes narrowed to slits as he watched Wan Rong’s machete, lost in thought.

The situation on the field changed dramatically with the entrance of those thirty men. Lin Lin’s subordinates, who had already struggled two-on-one, now had to face two opponents each; immediately, they were thrown into peril.

Wan Rong charged at Hua Tianyu, machete raised high. The dozen black-clad men behind him had a clear purpose—their blades followed wherever Wan Rong’s swung!

As for Jiang’s order to leave survivors?

A limbless torso was still technically alive, wasn’t it?

Hua Tianyu gave a cold laugh. This was the power of an entry-level expert, but one at the very peak. Yet before Hua Tianyu, he was but an insect.

With a deft sidestep, Hua Tianyu dodged Wan Rong’s machete and kicked him squarely in the side, sending him flying.

Then, with a powerful throw, Hua Tianyu hurled the bat in his hand. It whistled through the air as it flew toward the men in black behind.

Before the man in front could react, the bat struck his chest like a thunderous hammer, caving it in with a sickening crunch. Blood spurted from his mouth, his scream cut short as he collapsed, unconscious.

The bat, its momentum unchecked, barreled through the first man, crashing into the second and third before finally clattering to the floor.

The third man, raising his machete, inadvertently drove it straight into the back of the second, the blade bursting out through his chest, the hilt slamming into his own sternum.

Crack—

The sound of shattering bones echoed clearly in everyone’s ears.

Before any could fully comprehend the carnage, Hua Tianyu had already seized a fourth man’s machete.

Once in his hand, the blade was no longer a mere weapon of cold steel, but something transcendent.

A silver arc flashed through the air, soaring like a dragon unleashed, its momentum overwhelming.

The silver dragon reigned above, choosing its prey!