His outstretched hand stiffened in mid-air, while the wooden club he held in his other hand clattered to the ground.
Lin Yu had, at some unknown moment, drawn the very slender wooden sword from his waist into his hand.
The tip of the sword rested against the Gang member's thick neck, and his firm Adam's apple was shattered directly by the wooden sword, deeply embedded within.
"Hoo... hoo..."
Excruciating pain and the inability to breathe caused the Gang member to instantly fall to his knees, clutching his throat tightly, letting out low roars.
The Gang member's face turned crimson, and his fingers, stained with black grime, clawed at his neck incessantly.
But no matter how much he clawed at his neck, turning it into a bloody mess, it did not alleviate his inability to breathe.
In just a minute or two, the Gang member's eyes widened, bloodshot, and blood flowed from his mouth as he lost his breath and collapsed to the ground.
His still-warm corpse twitched occasionally on the street.
All of this seemed to have taken a long time, but in reality, it was only a matter of a few seconds.
The onlookers hadn't even reacted to what had happened, their minds still stuck on the scene of the Gang member reaching for Chu Ying.
However, the scene before their eyes filled their hearts with terror.
The reason Gang members could act so rampantly and brazenly in the Slums.
One was because of their large numbers, and the second was their strong physiques.
The entire Gang was a tumor parasitic within these Slums, constantly drawing nourishment from everyone to survive.
Not only did they not have to work, but they also had access to abundant food and money. This life of ease and comfort created a vast difference in physique between these Gang members and the refugees who lived from hand to mouth. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
To be fair, a typical Gang member, armed with a weapon, could easily handle two or three emaciated refugees.
Lin Yu's act of effortlessly killing a person in the blink of an eye, it's easy to imagine how much shock it caused them.
But this was also normal.
After all, he had the system. Although the character template's progress was not very high at the moment, how could the demons Yoriichi Tsugikuni fought compare to these Gang members?
Moreover, even with only 7.12% progress, Lin Yu's swordsmanship could already overwhelm most samurai in this world.
It could be said that upon reaching 10%, Lin Yu would have reached the pinnacle of human swordsmanship.
This was the terrifying talent of Yoriichi Tsugikuni, akin to being a favored child of heaven.
If Lin Yu, possessing such strength, couldn't even deal with a Gang member, he might as well just find a block of tofu and smash his head against it.
And the burly man who had taken Lin Yu's herbs earlier now stared blankly at his fallen companion, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He seemed unable to believe that an armed adult had been so effortlessly killed by a teenage boy, without even drawing blood.
"You bastard!"
The burly man roared. In his view, all of this was just a farce. How could a strong, adult man be defeated by a scrawny kid from the Slums?
His companion must have been careless, and that boy just got lucky, like a blind cat catching a dead mouse, and managed to kill him.
With that, he directly threw the items he had collected onto the ground, gripped the thick wooden stick with both hands, roared, and charged at Lin Yu.
Facing this imposing strong man, Lin Yu didn't even raise an eyebrow, his expression utterly indifferent.
These seemingly tall and strong fellows were nothing but paper tigers in Lin Yu's eyes, easily punctured.
They hadn't undergone any training; neither their posture when moving nor their fighting techniques were present. In Lin Yu's opinion, they were full of weaknesses from head to toe.
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"Swish."
Before everyone's eyes, that shadow from before reappeared.
But this time, everyone present clearly saw it: this shadow was none other than the slender, wooden-handled wooden sword Lin Yu always carried with him.
The wooden sword traced a mysterious arc in the air, like an antelope hanging its horns, appearing at the strong man's neck with an incredibly bizarre posture.
In Lin Yu's calm and unhurried demeanor, it was as if the strong man was seeking death himself, actively running into it.
"Crack..."
A crisp sound rang out, and the strong man's Adam's apple, like his companion's, shattered in response.
Both died the same way, at Lin Yu's hands.
The air was silent; no one dared to speak, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Only the two still-warm corpses on the ground seemed to be silently narrating something.
Putting away the wooden sword and hanging it back at his waist, Lin Yu stroked Chu Ying, who had been keeping her eyes tightly closed, and said softly,
"It's alright, Chu Ying, it's over now."
The moment Lin Yu's hand touched her, Chu Ying's body instantly stiffened, but after hearing Lin Yu's words, she relaxed slightly, timidly opening her eyes and peeking out from behind Lin Yu.
When she saw the two corpses on the ground, Chu Ying couldn't help but scream in fright.
She never imagined that in the brief moment she had her eyes closed, these two ferocious individuals would die