Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality-Chapter 985 - 496: Oh No, It’s a Trap! Dad Is in Danger!
Father clenched his fists and roared in anger as he charged at Lin Beichen again, like a beast that had lost its mind, frantically attacking to salvage some dignity.
However, Lin Beichen stood still as if motionless, like a towering mountain, unwavering as Father swung his fist toward him. In that moment, he directly reached out and grasped Father's wrist.
"Crack," Father instantly heard the sound of his bone fracturing, followed by a surge of agony from his wrist.
He gritted his teeth, his face turning pale, as sweat quickly formed on his forehead.
"Ah!" He couldn't help but cry out in pain and loosen his fist.
"What? With just this amount of skill, you want to challenge me?" Lin Beichen sneered at Father's agonized expression and spoke slowly.
"It seems you're still a bit too green."
This tone, at this moment, sounded full of disdain and contempt to Father, making him feel immensely humiliated and furious.
Suddenly, he found himself in an extremely awkward position, a surge of anger rose in his heart, causing him to lose his reason.
He shouted furiously, then reached with his other hand towards his waist.
In the next second, Father, despite the unbearable pain in his wrist, spun around and attacked Lin Beichen fiercely with his other hand!
Cold light flashed suddenly, and Lin Beichen's eyes became unusually sharp in that instant.
Without hesitation, he released the grip restraining Father's wrist, and his figure dodged like the wind.
The speed was so fast, akin to lightning streaking across the night sky, making it jaw-dropping.
The sharp weapon in Father's hand traced a fierce arc in the air but didn't even touch the hem of Lin Beichen's clothes, let alone injure him in the slightest.
This scene left Father astonished, and he widened his eyes, full of disbelief.
"How… How is this possible?!" Father exclaimed, his voice filled with shock.
He had been a mercenary for years, experienced countless life-and-death battles, yet never seen anyone with speed to such an extent.
Lin Beichen stood not far away, gazing coldly at Father, his tone slightly displeased: "Father, you really lack martial ethics, don't you? Ambushing is not what a hero does."
Father was utterly shocked by Lin Beichen's speed and skill, leaving him momentarily speechless without knowing how to respond. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
This young Huaxia man's strength had far exceeded his imagination.
"Who exactly are you?! Why do you possess so many strange abilities?!" Father finally regained his composure, glaring at him in surprise as he blurted out the question.
In his view, Lin Beichen not only had astonishing speed but seemed to possess some inexplicable and strange abilities as well.
Lin Beichen chuckled lightly, a hint of mockery on his face: "Father, weren't you affectionately calling me son just now? How come you're asking who I am now? But, considering your curiosity, I'll generously tell you. I'm a cultivator from Huaxia."
As his words trailed off, his figure flashed again, appearing before Father like a specter.
Father only felt a blur in front of him, and Lin Beichen was already within arm's reach; such speed was simply unbelievable.
"You…" Father just opened his mouth to say something, but Lin Beichen swiftly restrained him.
He only felt a tight grip on his wrist, followed by a surge of excruciating pain.
Immediately, he was shocked to find that his wrist had been snapped by Lin Beichen!
"Ugh!" Father groaned, his eyes widened, as if they were about to pop out.
Bright red blood slowly trickled from the corner of his mouth, falling to the ground, particularly stark.
He looked down incredulously, only to see Lin Beichen gripping his knife-wielding wrist tightly.
After breaking his wrist, Lin Beichen directly used his hand to thrust the dagger into his throat!
Father's throat was severed by the dagger, making breathing instantly difficult.
He glared at Lin Beichen, seemingly having countless words to say but unable to speak.
Blood flowed uncontrollably from his mouth, staining his clothes crimson, shockingly vivid.
Lin Beichen looked at Father's miserable condition but remained expressionless as he said, "I know what you want to ask, isn't it to know what a cultivator is? Unfortunately, you won't have the chance to find out." His tone was cold and indifferent, as if discussing something unrelated to himself.
Father opened his mouth trying to say something, but he had lost the ability to speak, he could only stare at Lin Beichen with eyes full of resentment and unwillingness, seeming to question why he did this to him.
However, Lin Beichen turned a blind eye to this; he slowly released his grip, letting Father collapse to the ground.
With a thunderous crash, Father fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, his life completely ending at this moment.
Yet Lin Beichen's face still bore no trace of emotion, he slowly crouched down and wiped the blood splattered on his hand with Father's clothes, then coldly said, "In the next life, be born as a Huaxia person, naturally someone will tell you what a cultivator means."
After saying this, he then directly took the mercenary symbol unique to Father from his shoulder, turned and left, searching for Leng Feng's whereabouts, leaving only dust swirling and the long-deceased Father.
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At this moment, Leng Feng was skillfully maneuvering with the power of the Divine Movement Talisman against a group of mercenaries. His speed was unimaginable for them, they could only chase after him in vain, yet due to his speed being so overwhelming, those mercenaries could neither catch up to him nor shoot him.
