novelraw Chapter 928 945: Do You Know Magic?
Chapter 928 945: Do You Know Magic?
But even if someone were to come over now, it might be too late, because Lin Mu had already raised the butcher's knife, and Hu Jianchun wasn't stupid; reality was brutal. His boss definitely didn't intend to come help, otherwise after so many inquiries, there would have been a definite response long ago. If help were on the way, it would have already arrived.Hu Jianchun's face was very grim, almost like a lost dog; he couldn't move forward nor retreat. If he surrendered to Lin Mu, he believed that his boss would soon come to eliminate him, which would be a miserable death.
At this moment, there was another commotion of footsteps outside the door. Soon, a group of armed men rushed into the hall. These people came in separate groups, dressed differently, and at a glance, it was obvious they belonged to the Bronze Sect and Juyi Hall under Lu Yifeng.
The attire of the two groups was easy to distinguish. One group wore clothes similar in style and color to Chen Qinghai's, while the other dressed similarly to Lu Yifeng's. Soon, these two groups crowded the hall.
These people clearly came prepared, as each held weapons. Some kept their hands at their waists, where it seemed they had handguns hidden—real weapons, indeed lethal even to masters, because no matter how quick one's moves are, who can outrun a bullet?
"Hehe, fun, fun indeed, is everyone here?" Lin Mu suddenly laughed.
"Hmph, Lin Mu, don't get too cocky. You won't get out of here today!" Hu Jianchun's tone suddenly turned strong again. Now there were more than a hundred people combined from two factions; dealing with them wouldn't be easy.
"Is that so? I'm not so sure." Lin Mu chuckled.
"Hehe, let's see then!" Hu Jianchun smiled, then looked at Chen Qinghai and Lu Yifeng, saying, "Our Yong Chun Sect is wiped out, the rest is up to you two; don't let them get away!"
Chen Qinghai glanced at Lin Mu, veins bulging on his arms, full of tension, "Don't worry, Sect Leader Hu. Today, I'll make sure he meets his end here!"
Beside him, Lu Yifeng nodded, "Don't worry, Sect Leader Hu. If we don't risk it now, there won't be any future for us. We understand that thoroughly."
"Alright, help me to the chair, cough cough!" Hu Jianchun gasped, looking desolate. Just a punch from Lin Mu muddled him up, almost rupturing his internal organs, feeling unbearably uncomfortable. But he had to stay to see Lin Mu fall, even if his hopes were doomed.
After Chen Qinghai and Lu Yifeng helped Hu Jianchun to the chair, they focused on Lin Mu, "Lin Mu, today is your death day, and this time next year, your memorial day."
"Damn, big idiot, stop bragging, will you? You've exaggerated to the heavens; how are the bulls supposed to have fun?" Lin Mu nonchalantly shrugged.
"Enough chit-chat, brothers, grab your weapons!" Chen Qinghai commanded.
A command rang out, and several Bronze Sect disciples in front reached for their waist and pulled out guns. Though not everyone held a gun, there were at least ten guns.
"What are you waiting for? Take out Lin Mu, or none of us will leave here alive; hurry!" Lu Yifeng shouted alongside Chen Qinghai to his men.
With Lu Yifeng's people added, there were nearly twenty armed individuals, all aiming at Lin Mu and Huo Yanggen!
The situation appeared advantageous for Chen Qinghai and Lu Yifeng, with over twenty gun barrels aimed at them from such close range. They couldn't believe Lin Mu could escape unless he was an Immortal, in which case he wouldn't avoid death.
Huo Yanggen scanned the surroundings, his expression also turning serious. He knew his strength; if a single gun was aimed at him, he might barely dodge. Two guns could injure but not kill him, leaving room to escape. But facing over twenty guns at close range, evasion seemed impossible.
Even if each person fired a shot, there would be twenty bullets in one second; within two seconds, over forty bullets could be fired. In such cramped space, avoiding forty bullets was impossible—even for an Immortal.
"Hehe, Lin Mu, you still think you can escape?" Chen Qinghai, knowing the situation, had a flash of smugness on his face.
"Um... big idiot, 'escape' doesn't exist in my vocabulary. Do you think you're totally in control? You're overestimating your own power." Surprisingly, even in this life-and-death moment, Lin Mu showed no fear, curling his lips into a wicked smile. "These few guns can't take my life; I'd be dead hundreds of times already on the North African Battlefield if it were that easy."
"Hehe, Lin Mu, are you trying to run but can't?" Chen Qinghai laughed.
"Brain-dead, truly brain-dead." Lin Mu shook his head in disappointment, "You think this will kill me?"
"I don't believe you can dodge twenty guns; one word from me, and you'll turn into a wasp nest." Chen Qinghai glared at Lin Mu.
"Dodge? Why would I dodge? I doubt they'll even fire. Watch!"
Saying this, Lin Mu suddenly channeled his energy, and in an instant, a mass of Black Qi formed in his right palm, like a terrifying black ball. The next second, Lin Mu exerted force, pushing the Black Qi towards the armed crowd.
Suddenly, Black Qi spread out, enveloping the gun-toting crowd standing neatly before Lin Mu, they were unfortunately close. Although convenient for shooting, they were now trapped in Lin Mu's Black Qi.
Silently and without any foul smell, yet they seemed bewitched, like countless tiny bugs invaded their blood vessels. Their hands weakened, unable to lift a single gun, and the next second, twenty guns clattered to the floor. Aside from abnormal Qi and discomfort, they weren't poisoned or injured by Lin Mu, maintaining their shooting posture, avoiding collapse.
"Hey, big idiot, your men can't even hold their guns steady; are they trying to play with guns? Do they even know how to shoot?" Lin Mu chuckled.
"You know magic?" Chen Qinghai was stunned, then looked at Lin Mu, "What did you do to them?"