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Chapter 588: Chapter 588: Noble Demeanor

“I did not offend him; I just wanted to teach him a lesson! But he dared to target me and even attempt to kill me, so he became my enemy, and that’s why I must kill him!”

“Brother Lin Yi, actually Brother Wu Ming was just confused for a moment. He didn’t know I was from the Lin Family; he only wanted to protect me,” Lin Xueyao urgently pleaded for Wu Ming’s mercy.

Upon hearing Lin Xueyao’s words, Lin Yi gave a cold laugh and said, “Lin Xueyao, I warn you, Wu Ming is my enemy; you’d better stay away from him!”

After Lin Yi finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave without caring about Lin Xueyao’s expression. Yet, as soon as he stepped out of the room, he encountered someone.

This person appeared to be around thirty years old, handsome, and imposing, clearly a wealthy young master.

Lin Yi was slightly startled when he saw him and immediately narrowed his eyes.

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The newcomer was Yang Hong, the mayor of Qingshan Town.

In the town, Yang Hong wielded great power. Even his father, Yang Tianxiong, had to show him respect. Furthermore, in Qingshan Town, Yang Hong was nicknamed “Green Wolf”. He was the town’s vicious dog, robbing the villagers of their money, bullying men and domineering over women. He was utterly wicked.

Following Yang Hong were two strong and tough-looking young men, fierce and brutal, a group of villains who went unpunished in Qingshan Town.

Upon seeing Lin Yi, a sly look flashed in Yang Hong’s eyes.

Yang Hong said, looking at Lin Yi, “Boy, I didn’t expect you to dare to anger this young master. It seems you won’t recognize what’s what until you’re taught a lesson!”

Lin Yi snorted coldly without speaking; he just stepped forward, emanating a chill that involuntarily made Yang Hong and his men shiver.

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“What, what are you doing? Don’t mess around!”

Yang Hong swallowed hard, fear in his heart, and stumbled a few steps backward, pointing at Lin Yi, stuttering, “You, don’t mess around! Do you know who I am?”

Lin Yi grabbed Yang Hong’s arm and twisted it fiercely.

Crack!

Yang Hong’s arm twisted grotesquely out of shape.

“Aiyoo!”

Yang Hong screamed in agony, his face betraying a shade of panic.

He was a martial artist at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, yet Lin Yi dared to treat him this way. He could not fathom where this youngster had gotten his courage from.

The strength of Lin Yi was undoubtedly superior to his.

“Lin Yi, you, you dare to cripple my arm; you’re dead! You’re dead for sure!” Yang Hong pointed at Lin Yi, with growing panic on his face.

“Is that so?”

Lin Yi sneered and then suddenly reached out a palm toward Yang Hong’s chest, grabbing at him from afar.

Bang!

Yang Hong felt as if his chest had been struck by a sledgehammer; his body immediately flew out and slammed into the wall, blood spraying from his mouth.

Spurt!

Yang Hong fell to the ground heavily, spewing a large pool of blood, his condition looking particularly bleak.

“You, who exactly are you? What exactly do you want to do?” Yang Hong lay on the ground, a picture of helplessness, asking in a panic.

Lin Yi did not speak but slowly squatted down, placing a foot on Yang Hong’s neck.

Yang Hong felt as if a mountain was pressing on his neck, unable to breathe. He couldn’t muster the strength to struggle and felt like his neck was about to snap.

“Lin, Brother Lin Yi, spare my life! I was wrong! I won’t dare to do it again!”

Yang Hong shouted in terror, his face full of despair.

“It’s too late to beg for mercy now!” Lin Yi sneered coldly and suddenly lifted his foot!

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

A series of bone-crushing sounds came from Yang Hong’s body.

Crack crack!

Crack crack!

Yang Hong’s body crumbled inch by inch.

Lin Yi withdrew his foot indifferently, patted his clothes, and walked outside.

“Junior Brother Lin Yi!”

“Junior Brother Lin Yi, save me!”

The flesh on Yang Hong’s body disappeared in an instant, turning into nothingness, leaving only a ghastly white skeleton lying on the ground, looking eerily terrifying.

For a moment, the entire yard fell silent; no one spoke, only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves continuously echoed in the yard.

Lin Yi had just stepped out of the house and was about to leave when he suddenly heard someone calling him.

“Junior Brother Lin Yi, why are you leaving so quickly, you haven’t eaten yet?” A young man ran out and blocked Lin Yi’s path; it was Lin Xueyao’s classmate, Zhang Qiang.

Lin Yi glanced at Zhang Qiang and spoke indifferently, “You are?”

Zhang Qiang said with a smile, “Junior Brother Lin Yi, my name is Zhang Qiang, I am your senior. We knew each other from school, it’s just that I never had the chance to talk to you before, let’s have dinner together.”

Lin Yi frowned and replied, “Sorry, I’m not hungry.”

Zhang Qiang said, “Junior Brother Lin Yi, don’t be so cold, we’re also fellow villagers after all. You won’t even give me this bit of face, will you?”

“Fellow villagers? You think you’re worthy to call yourself my fellow villager? We’ve just met for half a day,” Lin Yi said scornfully.

“Half a day is enough!” Zhang Qiang chuckled and said, “Junior Brother Lin Yi, let’s have dinner together!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to dine with strangers; let’s forget about it.”

Lin Yi shook his head and turned to leave.

Seeing Lin Yi so unappreciative, a cold light flashed in Zhang Qiang’s eyes, and he cursed inwardly, “You little brat, just wait, I’ll see how I deal with you!”

After leaving the room, Lin Yi made his way toward the school cafeteria. He planned to grab something to eat before heading to the cultivation room to practice the “Seven Demon Forms.”

In Qingyang City, a gathering place for geniuses, the more talented a person, the more popular they become, for in Qingyang City they have great prospects; both their cultivation level and future achievements far surpass those of the average martial artist.

When Lin Yi first entered Qingyang Academy, he was just an ordinary person, not even considered a martial artist.

But in just a few months, he rose from a completely foundationless ordinary person to become one of the academy’s top geniuses. The hardships he endured, except for those who have experienced it themselves, are forever unimaginable in their bitterness.

Lin Yi arrived at the cafeteria, found a seat by the window, summoned a waiter, ordered a meal, and began to eat.

While eating, Lin Yi kept his head down, continuously eating, seemingly not noticing the movements around him.

His ears moved slightly, his gaze constantly attentive to the sounds around.

Just then, a young man dressed in black martial attire suddenly approached him, looking down at Lin Yi from above.

Lin Yi looked up slightly and saw the young man clearly: a very handsome youth, but with a pale face and trembling legs, clearly sickly.