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At his command, numerous latent members of the Flying Knife Gang immediately brandished their machetes, charging at Lin Yifan with ferocity in their eyes.

Observing the movement of so many people in the hall, Lin Yifan felt somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected so many members of the Flying Knife Gang lurking in the dance hall.

However, this suited him just fine, as he could take care of them all at once.

With the battle imminent, those who had come to dance, drink, and flirt quickly stepped back, clearing a space for the fight.

Lin Yifan released Brother Tiger and readied himself to confront the onslaught of enemies.

The next second, the first wave of machete-wielding men charged him; they attacked from all directions, seemingly cutting off any chance for Lin Yifan's escape.

Unafraid of the imminent danger, Lin Yifan then swept his knife sideways, releasing a streak of Blade Qi that injured all the attackers in the wave.

He had utilized his Cultivation Powers, and the force of this strike was more than these henchmen could withstand; as a result, they all fell down, each with a deep gash across their chest—a truly startling sight.

With a single strike taking down a dozen people, the customers watching from a distance stood agape, unsure how the man had done it.

One wave fell, and another came; the henchmen of the Flying Knife Gang surged forward like relentless waves, bravely advancing until they died on the shore.

"Shick! Shick! Shick!"

Lin Yifan felled three waves of henchmen using the same method; now, before him lay a field of moaning and bloodshed.

The henchmen holding machetes behind hesitated, their minds urging them forward, but their bodies involuntarily freezing in place, helpless to move.

With the ones at the front having fallen, how could those preparing to follow dare to advance?

Fortunately, at that moment, their young leader arrived.

With their young boss there to back them up, they felt a surge of confidence.

"Which blind fool dares to start trouble on the Flying Knife Gang's turf? Are you courting death?" A sinister voice came from the corridor inside; afterward, a man dressed in ash-gray clothes appeared, flanked by several burly bodyguards.

Looking at the newcomer, the corners of Lin Yifan's mouth lifted slightly: "I've finally found you."

"Brother White! Your timing is impeccable. This guy is senseless, attacking wildly—you must seek justice for our injured brothers!"

"Yes! Brother White, you must demand justice for our injured brothers!"

"Demand justice!"

"Seek justice!"

......

One person started, and the rest joined in; they were all relying on Brother White to take charge now.

Staring at the man holding a machete opposite him, Brother White felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen this man somewhere before. He then recalled for a moment, and the scene suddenly froze on that time he had been executing an assassination mission at an Antian Group press conference, where a Flying Knife he had thrown was caught by a man.

The man who had caught his Flying Knife was the same man now holding a machete opposite him.

"So it's you!" Brother White glared at Lin Yifan with venom.

If it hadn't been for Lin Yifan's intervention, he would have succeeded; now he appeared before him, the very person who had foiled his mission, and Brother White was determined to teach him a lesson.

However, his rational mind told him this man was not to be trifled with; if he could easily catch even his strongest attack, his Realm couldn't be lower than his own. (He was currently at the Breaking Mortal First Realm.)

Looking again at the numerous underlings lying defeated before him, he knew that his opponent must also be a cultivator. Because ordinary people couldn't possibly take down more than sixty adult men wielding machetes; even if they had the capability, it would be impossible to come out completely unscathed. The only ones who could achieve that were cultivators.

"I hope his realm is not higher than mine," Brother Bai prayed inwardly, his face now bearing a few more shades of seriousness.

The newcomer was clearly up to no good, most likely aiming to destroy their Earth Dish stronghold; so for safety's sake, he decided to send someone to call for the Third Master, Poison Frog, to come and help.

On the other side, when Huhu heard his underling call out Brother Bai's name, he immediately stood up and then shouted, "Brother Bai! Save me! Save me!"

Seeing Huhu crawling out from behind Lin Yifan, covered in wounds, Brother Bai's face was filled with rage.

Huhu was once his capable henchman, and now that he had been bullied to this extent, how could Brother Bai swallow his anger? Thus, before the Third Master arrived, he decided to have a proper encounter with this mysterious man.

"Come and fight!" Brother Bai called out with domineering authority.

"Why should I come over there, instead of you?" Lin Yifan queried.

"Because you want to kill me," Brother Bai replied.

Both knew what was going on, no need to hide it.

"You've actually guessed right. However, I don't need to come over there to defeat you," Lin Yifan said with a calm and indifferent air, not taking Brother Bai seriously at all. He had already sized up his opponent's strength during the press conference earlier.

To say such a thing meant that the person's realm must definitely be higher than his own, or his martial arts far superior. So then the question was, what should he do?

"Don't get flustered. Maybe he's just bluffing?" Brother Bai comforted himself, trying not to be too nervous and fearful.

Those who are cowards before the battle are destined to fail; he would not allow such things to happen to him.

After that, he scornfully said, "Then I'd like to see how you're going to knock me down from where you stand."

"Then keep your eyes peeled!" Lin Yifan said as he collected three knives from the waistbands of the groaning underlings lying on the ground; then he returned to his original position and, using his cultivation power, hurled the three knives simultaneously.

"Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!"

The three knives came speeding towards Brother Bai, enclosing him from all directions and leaving no avenue for escape.

Feeling the power emitted by the three knives, Brother Bai cursed under his breath, "Breaking Mortal, Second Realm! Damn it!"

At that moment, he had a very bad feeling, so he quickly tried to dodge.

But the knives were too fast—only a second ago, they were in Lin Yifan's hands, and the next, they were almost before his eyes, so he could only make a slight adjustment to his posture.

"Swoosh!"

Desperate to dodge two of the knives, he was still struck by the last one. Instantly, Brother Bai felt a pain in his chest as bright red blood gushed forth.

Looking at this shocking scene, everyone around was stunned; whether it was people from the Flying Knife group or the customers watching from the sidelines, they were all deeply shocked.

What they had just seen was Lin Yifan extending his hand, and in the very next moment, Brother Bai was hit and wounded.

This speed was truly unmatched. How could there be such velocity in the world of throwing? The eye could scarcely follow; it was indeed comparable to the speed of a bullet.

"Freak! That's truly freakish!" an onlooking customer couldn't help but exclaim.

Lin Yifan was too badass. In their hearts, he was like a godlike being.

"Is this really a flying knife thrown by a person? How could it be so fast? Could I be seeing things?" a member of the Flying Knife group still couldn't believe the sight before their eyes.