chsdbacks Chapter 33 Then let him be wanted.
Chapter 33 Then let him be wanted.
Lin Yan first disassembled the twelve-style swimming steps of the first level.
After disassembly, it was found that the way this "wandering step" generates power is similar to the "micro-dust step" of the bodyguard's footwork.
Both involve landing on the balls of the feet first and using the waist and hips to turn, but the swimming step emphasizes the word "gliding".
Instead of pushing off the ground with each step, he used the twisting power of his waist and hips to slide along the ground, covering a distance that was just enough to avoid the opponent's attack.
He practiced in the wild woods all day.
He broke down the twelve changes of direction in the Swimming Step into three basic steps.
Side-slide, circle around, retreat.
Sideslide is a lateral dodge, circling around is getting close to the opponent's side or back, and retreating is creating distance and readjusting.
As I was practicing until it was almost dark, the panel popped up.
【Skill: Swimming Palm (Not yet mastered) (67/100)】
Lin Yan finished his work, grabbed a handful of dry rations, chewed on them, and continued walking north.
On the third day after leaving Qingzhou City, the number of people on the official road suddenly increased.
They weren't traveling merchants; they were all refugees.
Families, people carrying bedding, and those pushing wheelbarrows formed a long, intermittent line heading south.
There were men, women, young and old, all of them pale and thin. The soles of their shoes had long been worn through, and they walked barefoot on the gravel, leaving bloody marks on their feet.
Lin Yan walked north against the flow of people, making him stand out conspicuously.
A woman carrying a child on her back stopped him: "Young man, don't go north! There's a war going on up north. The government is conscripting people to build fortifications; anyone they arrest will die!"
"Thank you! But I'm going north to look for my relatives!"
Lin Yan thanked him and continued walking.
The woman looked at him as if he were someone on the verge of death, a hint of pity in her eyes, and carried the child away into the distance.
The further north you go, the more refugees there are. The fields on both sides of the official road are all abandoned, with rice stubble rotting in the ground and no one harvesting it.
The village was empty; the doors had been taken down and burned as firewood, and wild dogs were scavenging for food in the ruins.
On the fourth day, he rested in a dilapidated temple.
Just as I sat down, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the temple.
Lin Yan got up and walked to the temple gate to look outside.
A checkpoint was set up on the official road.
It wasn't a government-owned card; it was a private card belonging to a local powerful family.
A dozen or so burly men dressed in black and carrying knives blocked the road, setting up two sharpened logs and searching each of the passing refugees.
An old man knelt on the ground and kowtowed until his forehead bled, clinging to a bundle he refused to let go of.
"Sir, this is some rations for my grandson..."
Fuck you!
A burly man in black kicked the old man to the ground, snatched the bundle, and pulled out a few grain cakes and a small bag of brown rice. He weighed them disdainfully, then tossed them to the men behind him, saying, "Only this much? Next!"
Lin Yan stood at the temple gate, watching.
The leader of the burly men in black was a man with a thick beard and two short axes at his waist.
There was also a tall, thin man who was swinging an iron chain in his hand, with something dark red stuck to the end of the chain.
"Hey kid, stop right there."
A man in black walked towards Lin Yan, looking him up and down. "Where did you get that knife on your waist?"
"It's an heirloom."
"Heirloom?"
The man sneered and reached out to take Zhao Yuanlang's sword from Lin Yan's waist, "Let me check it out."
Lin Yan stepped aside to let him pass.
"You won't let us inspect?" The man's face darkened. "Do you know who set up this checkpoint? It's from Liu Family Village! Anyone passing through here will have their weapons confiscated!"
Lin Yan drew his sword.
With a flash of light, the outstretched hand was severed at the wrist.
The man in black paused for a moment before looking down at his bare wrist, and then a jet of blood gushed from the severed wound.
He clutched his wrist and knelt down, only feeling the pain after a long while.
It let out a heart-wrenching scream.
"Someone's causing trouble!"
A dozen or so men in black surrounded them, some drawing their swords, others untying their chains.
The bearded man stepped out from the crowd, glanced at Lin Yan, then at his subordinate lying in the blood still groaning, and the fat on his face twitched.
"Kid, do you know what you just did?"
"Know."
"You dare to mess with the people from Liujiazhuang?"
"It's already moved."
Lin Yan said, "Why are you asking whether you dare or not?"
His bearded face turned completely gloomy.
He drew the short axe from his waist and weighed it in his hand: "I'd like to see just how capable you are."
Before he finished speaking, two short axes flew out of his hands at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, aiming for Lin Yan's chest.
That's a skillful way to throw that axe.
The angle of rotation and the timing of the strike were just right; an ordinary person would never have been able to dodge it.
But Lin Yan's foot slipped slightly.
Swimming steps.
Sideslip.
Two axes flew past his chest and back, embedding themselves with two loud thuds into the dilapidated temple door behind him.
His body slid along the ground to the left of his beard, and he swung his sword.
[Mysterious Blade Technique] Third Form.
Cut horizontally!
The bearded man reacted quickly, dodging the blade with a sideways turn of his head, and then pulled out the last short axe from his waist, slashing it down at Lin Yan's shoulder.
when.
Swords and axes clashed, sparks flew everywhere.
The axe blade on the bearded man's hand chipped, and his hand went numb from the impact.
His eyelid twitched.
This young man, who looked to be under twenty, had far greater arm strength than him.
The two exchanged three blows, and the bearded man became increasingly alarmed.
The young man's swordsmanship was clearly based on military manuals, straightforward and without any fancy moves, but his footwork was so cunning that it didn't seem like he came from a military background.
Every foot landed on his most vulnerable spot, and every knife struck his most difficult angle to defend against.
The fourth move was Lin Yan's sword sweeping upwards from below.
The bearded man parried with his axe, but the blade suddenly changed direction in mid-air.
The sixth move, the Returning Wind Style.
The blade bypassed the axe and slashed diagonally toward his neck.
The man with the thick beard quickly leaned back.
The blade grazed his Adam's apple, drawing a line of blood on his neck.
Two men in black rushed up from the side and blocked Lin Yan's knife, while the bearded man took the opportunity to step back and cover his bleeding neck.
Three more people attacked from behind.
[Guanshan] had already caught all the movements behind them.
The sound of three people's footsteps, their weight distribution, and the weapons in their hands.
One held a knife, one gripped a short spear, and one clutched an iron chain.
Lin Yan first slid half a step to the right to avoid the iron chain.
He then dodged the short spear by turning to the side, and with a swift movement of his blade, he cleaved the weapon in the hand of the man holding the knife.
Then he turned around and struck out with his palm, hitting the man holding the iron chain in the chest.
The force of the palm strike penetrated through the sternum and into the heart and lungs. The person flew more than ten feet away, crashed to the ground, and never got up again.
The knife in his hand then killed two more people.
Of the dozen or so men in black who were standing, only four remained.
The leader, a man with a thick beard, clutched his neck, blood oozing from between his fingers, his face as white as a sheet of paper.
"Who...who exactly are you?"
"Just passing by."
"Passing by..."
He swallowed hard. "Do you even know whose territory Liu Family Village is? Master Liu is the sworn brother of the Prefect of Qingzhou! You killed his men, and the entire Qingzhou Prefecture will be on your wanted list!"
Lin Yan lowered his head, wiped the blood off the knife, and sheathed it.
"Then let him be wanted."
He turned and walked toward the logs at the checkpoint.
Dozens of refugees knelt on the ground along the official road, none of them daring to raise their heads.
The old man whose bag was stolen was still huddled on the roadside, trembling and covering his head.
Lin Yan kicked aside the log blocking his way.
"Get up, all of you."
No one dared to make a move.
"Get up and go over there."
A young woman was the first to react, picking up her child and running to the other side of the checkpoint.
Then came the second and the third.
The dispersing crowd rushed past Lin Yan.
The old man stood up shakily, walked to Lin Yan, and knelt down with a thud.