Unrivaled Soldier in the City-Chapter 150 Eight Gates Escape Technique

"What in the world is this?" Watching Lin Kuang’s strength soar, Fan Shirong was utterly shocked. At this moment, he even felt a flicker of fear. The power Lin Kuang displayed was simply too strong, completely surpassing his own.

"Eight Gates Escape Technique, Open Door, open!" Lin Kuang suddenly roared. A terrifying power instantly surged to its limit, pushing his strength to an unprecedented level.

Lin Kuang had stumbled upon the Eight Gates Escape Technique in his childhood. Since then, he had cherished it like a treasure and practiced it diligently. The hardships he had endured over the years were beyond what any outsider could imagine. Yet, some people claimed that the Eight Gates Escape Technique was passed down from the Island Country, a claim that infuriated him.

The Eight Gates Escape Technique was not a product of the Island Country. It was a genuine treasure of Hua Country, left behind by its ancient forefathers. It was so named because it evolved from the Bagua Formation, becoming the most potent Body Refinement Realm of its kind. The eight gates—Open, Rest, Life, Injury, Block, View, Shock, and Death—correspond directly to the eight trigrams of the Bagua. Therefore, the Eight Gates Escape Technique was a powerful form of martial arts derived from the Bagua Sect, a fact unknown to most people.

Now that the Open Door was activated, a terrifying power flooded Lin Kuang’s body, causing his strength to skyrocket.

"Fan Shirong, didn’t you want to kill me? Come and get me!" With the Open Door active, Lin Kuang spoke with disdain. His arrogant tone was incredibly overbearing.

Fan Shirong instinctively swallowed, a profound sense of shock rising within him. He knew with absolute clarity that he stood no chance against the current Lin Kuang. If they were to truly fight, he would undoubtedly die. Realizing this, Fan Shirong didn’t dare to fight. He turned and fled, moving at the fastest speed he could possibly muster. Facing a battle that guaranteed his death, he was not foolish enough to walk willingly to his demise.

But could he truly escape? Would Lin Kuang give him the chance? The answer was, of course, no.

Fan Shirong thought he was fast, but Lin Kuang was even faster. Lin Kuang burst forward, his speed pushed to the absolute limit, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake. In the span of a single breath, he appeared behind Fan Shirong.

The next moment, Lin Kuang threw a punch. The surge in power gave him absolute confidence in his ability to annihilate Fan Shirong.

Feeling the powerful fluctuation behind him, Fan Shirong felt as if he had lost control of his body. Even his movements became sluggish.

No, I can’t die! I must not die! Fan Shirong roared inwardly.

The next moment, he summoned every last ounce of his strength and dodged sharply to the right. In that instant, Lin Kuang’s fist grazed past Fan Shirong’s left shoulder. Although the punch missed, the fierce power behind it still shredded the fabric on his shoulder.

Fan Shirong staggered, nearly collapsing to the ground.

At that moment, Lin Kuang struck again. He pivoted forcefully on the ball of his left foot, his entire body spinning with the motion. As he spun, he swung his right leg up, his waist powering the movement, delivering a fierce whip kick that slammed into Fan Shirong’s waist.

BANG!

Fan Shirong’s body was sent flying. Lin Kuang immediately closed the distance and smashed a punch into his lower abdomen. Fan Shirong’s body instantly curled up like a shrimp. Seeing this, Lin Kuang raised his right arm and brought his elbow down hard on Fan Shirong’s back.

BANG!

The elbow strike hammered the curled-up Fan Shirong into the ground.

By this time, Fan Shirong had completely lost the ability to resist. His waist had been shattered by Lin Kuang’s whip kick. The punch to his abdomen had destroyed his meridians, and the final elbow strike had pulverized the bones in his back. Splinters of bone had pierced his heart. As the heart is the source of all life, a mortal wound like that meant certain death.

Fan Shirong lay on the ground, shallow breaths escaping his lips. His bulging eyes stared intently at Lin Kuang. His blood-filled mouth opened as if to speak, but he died without uttering a sound, his eyes remaining open in grievance.

Seeing Fan Shirong dead, Lin Kuang couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

"Finally, he’s dead. The Fan Family... It seems some people are planning to move against Bingbing," Lin Kuang murmured as the surge of power gradually subsided within him.

Whew. Bingbing isn’t a fool; she’ll definitely have a plan. Besides, this Fan Shirong came after me, not her. It’s clear they’re wary of Bingbing’s identity and don’t dare to move against her directly, at least for now.

At this thought, Lin Kuang felt much more relaxed. He glanced at the corpse at his feet, paid it no further mind, and turned to leave the forest, heading straight for the Liu Family’s villa.

When Lin Kuang returned, it was already past ten at night. Liu Shilin had already gone to rest; only the Witch was still sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she saw Lin Kuang return, she glanced over at him. Her expression froze when she saw his pale face and the bloodstains on his clothes.

The next moment, the Witch walked over and asked with concern, "You... are you alright?"

"Do I look alright to you?" Lin Kuang replied irritably.

"Um... then what should we do?" the Witch asked, a little annoyed. I was just being nice and asking if you were okay, and this is the tone you take with me?

"Come here and help me sit down. I’m dead tired," Lin Kuang said weakly.

Seeing this, the Witch nodded. She ducked under Lin Kuang’s arm and wrapped her right hand around his waist to support him.

"I’m surprised. You’re actually pretty good at this," Lin Kuang said. He had thought the Witch would just grab his arm, but her technique was surprisingly professional.

"Why are you talking so much?" the Witch retorted irritably as she helped him to the sofa.

In truth, Lin Kuang wasn’t nearly as weak as he let on; he was just teasing the Witch. Now that she was actually supporting him, he was more than happy to enjoy the favor of a beautiful woman. Besides, her body was soft and carried a faint, pleasant fragrance. The sensation was quite nice.

The two of them sat on the sofa. The Witch looked at the blood on Lin Kuang’s clothes, her brow furrowing slightly.

"What happened to you? Did you get into a fight?" she asked curiously.

"Yeah, I ran into a tough opponent. It really wore me out," Lin Kuang said with a smile, deciding not to elaborate and worry her.

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