Chapter 1311 - 1288: The Flower-Faced Executioner (Part 1)

Chapter 1311: Chapter 1288: The Flower-Faced Executioner (Part 1)

Lao Jiu, seeing the Black Doctor and Crow had already entered the building, attacked even more brutally. His blade rose and fell, shadows flickered, instantly dyeing the entire sky red.

Though Xiao Lin, in the nearby grove, vaguely sensed a trace of danger in the air, his attention remained focused outside the woods. Listening to the sounds of the scene, he was reluctant to leave, fearing this person might seize the opportunity to strike at Xia Xue and the others.

Step by step, he moved deeper, backing further to the center Troy had shown him before, the lifeline of Sin City. Though this power device no longer occupies a quarter of Sin City, any mishap could still destroy a third of it.

Suddenly, a muffled thunder rumbled from the sky, crashing onto the treetop with a whoosh, the thunder and lightning seeming to crack open the entire ground with their resounding roar.

Xiao Lin, caught off guard, looked up, discovering a colorful face juxtaposed against the white backdrop. Despite his bravery, it startled him, for someone of such skill could silently evade his ear. This level of power was remarkable.

Scattered, something fell from above. Xiao Lin reached out and caught them—black feathers. He looked up again, but the face had vanished.

The feathers were genuine, entirely black, even the root differing from other feathers, black and shiny, though non-toxic.

Xiao Lin crushed the feathers in his palm, as after the thunder, large raindrops poured over the forest, occasionally splashing onto him. Although the Magician always appeared before people with a top hat, Xiao Lin knew the haughty Magician only obeyed one person’s orders, so even if this person tried to mimic him, they couldn’t replicate that innate arrogance.

The raindrops washed the ground, quickly erasing all traces, forming puddles that made the path harder to traverse.

Xiao Lin closed his eyes, ears perked, amidst the chaotic sounds came the rustle of clothes caught by the wind. This person constantly altered their position to confuse Xiao Lin’s judgment, lingering for seconds at each point, leaving just as Xiao Lin detected them, like a game of cat and mouse, vexing.

Bang! Xiao Lin, who’d been still, suddenly swung a punch in a direction, a half-fallen tree tipped aside, a shadow hurriedly jumped to the side. Xiao Lin quickly lifted his body, speeding towards their landing site.

He launched a fierce attack on the back of that person, a series of collisions ensued, the two tangled together. Xiao Lin transformed his right hand into a claw, in an instant attacking the person’s sides, blocking their escape routes; now, to find the hiding scoundrel would take considerable time and effort.

However, upon touching the person’s clothes, black feathers endlessly burst forth from their body, though not highly dangerous, they interrupted Xiao Lin’s continuous assault.

The shadow emitted a rattling sound, waved their right hand, a black fabric cloak came between them, Xiao Lin lost sight of them again.

"Damn it!" Xiao Lin cursed furiously, this type of assassin who loves guerrilla tactics is the kind he detests most. With a cold snort, following the trajectory of the falling feathers, Xiao Lin again swung his palms towards a pair of trunks on the left, this time from the fractured roots appeared a trace of blood.

"Come out!" Xiao Lin shouted towards the tree. "I know who you are, you set fire to Shao Weihua’s hall, killed that girl, right!" He moved his left foot back slightly, toe flicking a tree branch towards his right side.

The branch rotated in an arc around the trunk, then shot straight towards the left side, eliciting a muffled grunt, the colorful face appeared before Xiao Lin.

Height akin to the Magician, at least one hundred and eighty centimeters, physique also similar, but if not for the face and aura, Xiao Lin would struggle to discern their authenticity, the scent is overly similar. "Who exactly are you?"

The person licked their lips, eyes unblinking on Xiao Lin, slowly crouching with hands on the ground. Xiao Lin cautiously watched, given the earlier attacks, the batch of assassins were extraordinary beings, without a doubt Quan Xianglin’s secret death row inmates.

"Quan Xianglin gave you something valuable to come here to die, none of the previous batches returned alive, do you want to follow them into oblivion?" Xiao Lin intentionally raised his voice, beneath the colorful face, a twitch at the corner of the mouth.

Xiao Lin seized upon the person’s hesitation, stepped forward, his entire body surged horizontally towards their chest.

The retreating thunder returned, the lightning struck a brilliance overhead, casting an icy cold shadow over the colorful face. They shouted, blocking fists up front, muscles taut like iron against Xiao Lin’s surging body.

The sharp, vigorous collision sounds suddenly rang out, the defending arms beneath Xiao Lin’s legs, blood and flesh flew, strands of exploded muscles revealed stark white bones, eerily alarming.

Xiao Lin exhaled, holding back his attack to await the opponent’s recovery before revealing the spike in his hand. "Your name!"

The colorful face shook their arms, clenched fists, ignoring Xiao Lin’s question at times. They stepped on the ground with one foot, disappearing at landing. Roaring raindrops suddenly intensified in the thunder, water exposing the true color beneath the face paint, overly pale skin reminded Xiao Lin of the Magician. "What’s your relation to the Magician?"

The advancing man paused, cocked his head, looking at Xiao Lin with a strange gaze. "Is he not dead yet?"

Xiao Lin hissed, the person no longer responded, their body rose in place, spinning in mid-air, supple as a gymnast, in an odd arc releasing explosive power, their entire being rushing towards Xiao Lin.

In the pitch-black eyes appeared a rare fluctuation, if not the Magician, the body technique was identical. The aggressive attack put Xiao Lin’s doubts aside, diagonally stepping sideways to evade their punch. His arms suddenly contracted, violent muscles due to sudden tightness seeped blood, within two strides of Xiao Lin, body spun in shock, brief momentum erupted, using this force, clawed palms aimed at Xiao Lin’s lower abdomen.

Xiao Lin snorted coldly, defending against the tricky angles and speed, meanwhile utilizing their brute strength to rebound, hands pressing the ground, spikes penetrating three centimeters into the soil, wrist exerting force, unexpected mud and water flicking towards the person’s eyes. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)