Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 1461 - 1458: Pretending Until the End of Time

"Bang!" The black iron rod struck solidly, producing a fierce booming sound, with gusts of wind sweeping up dust and leaves from the ground. Many people’s eyes were temporarily blurred, and they instinctively squinted, thinking that the Little girl from the Ling Family is about to suffer.

In the next second, they saw the situation in the arena clearly and were dumbfounded; Ling Shuiyao had caught the black iron rod with one hand without retreating a single step.

Lin Tian squinted slightly. While others noticed Ling Shuiyao catching the black iron rod bare-handed, Lin Tian focused on the item in her hand. Ling Shuiyao wore a white glove, soft like cloth, but its surface shimmered with a faint metallic sheen.

"That’s a treasure, certainly not inferior to the Black Gold Silk Armor of Qingshuang Pavilion," Lin Tian thought with certainty, truly recognizing Langya Pavilion’s reputation.

Having the black iron rod caught bare-handed left the burly man visibly stunned. Anyone would be surprised by the sight: a girl in a fluttering white dress, looking delicate, had caught such a fierce strike bare-handed.

During this stunned moment, Ling Shuiyao suddenly pressed on the black iron rod and then shook it forward, causing the burly man’s enormous body to stagger back three steps.

"Good!" In their amazement, everyone couldn’t help but shout in praise, and Ling Shuiyao proudly raised her chin.

The burly man’s face flushed red. He had boasted earlier about using only thirty percent of his strength, but now he was knocked back with a single move. He tightened his grip on the black iron rod with both hands, the veins on his arms bulging, snaking between his muscles like a small serpent under the skin, presenting a terrifying sight.

It was clear that the burly man was about to exert his full strength; he had no face left to mention three percent strength. Now he would be satisfied simply if he could repel the girl before him with all his might.

"Hey!"

The burly man shouted loudly, stepping forward in a charge while swinging the black iron rod, causing a whistling sound in the air. When he was just three steps away from Ling Shuiyao, his figure suddenly rose, his already large body appearing like a mad demon, enveloping the girl before him.

At the peak of his height and momentum, he swung down with a rod, a roaring sound echoing—as if the rod had yet to arrive, the air was already struck into explosion. The momentum was several times greater than before; under the watchful eyes, the burly man was forced to exert all his strength.

Facing such an overwhelmingly powerful attack, Ling Shuiyao’s gaze narrowed slightly; her hands raised abruptly as her palms quickly formed strange seals. A bright yellow air current surged from her palms, enveloping them along with her gloves before wrapping around her arms.

Her hands supported, forming a lifting posture; in that instant, Lin Tian looked at the girl and felt a strange sensation, as if she and the ground beneath were one, solid as a boulder, capable of bearing everything.

What kind of cultivation technique is this? Such strange True Qi, Lin Tian wondered. Unlike the sharpness of swordsmanship True Qi, the girl’s aura was round and solid like the earth.

A booming noise interrupted Lin Tian’s thoughts when the black iron rod collided with Ling Shuiyao’s palms, producing deafening sounds. Her body and arms sank slightly, and the green stone beneath cracked loudly.

But she didn’t mind; instead, she reversed and pressed down on the end of the black iron rod, forcing it down. Then, with a backhand palm strike on the top end, "Bang!" the rod was sent flying backward, and the burly man couldn’t hold it; the other end slammed hard into his chest.

Staggering backward repeatedly, the burly man retreated over ten steps before stopping, his face turning bright red, his internal energy boiling, with his lungs feeling as if they’re emptied, catching his breath with difficulty. The sharp pain in the chest made him break out in a cold sweat.

For now, he couldn’t move, but after a minute, the pain slightly subsided, allowing him to breathe deeply; a few minutes later, his breathing became gradually steady.

During this period, Ling Shuiyao didn’t chase him, letting the burly man recover; it was clear who triumphed. Anyone could see clearly that the burly man was utterly defeated.

"I lost, thoroughly convinced," the burly man frankly admitted defeat after his initial embarrassment, respectfully clasping his hands at Ling Shuiyao before stepping aside, no longer mentioning the auction.

Ling Shuiyao similarly offered a curtsey and then turned towards the prominent families present: "Ladies and gentlemen, the time is limited; you may start entering now."

The prominent families and Ancient Martial Artists with invitations glanced at each other, seemingly unwilling to be the first to enter. Lin Tian observed with amusement, recalling the Tianxue Jewelry’s grand opening ceremony where every family member scrambled to be the first to enter.

But for these Ancient Martial families, in order to demonstrate their manners and upbringing, they deferred to one another.

"Since none are entering, I, Wang Wanxi, a mere woman, don’t fear others’ opinions and shall enter first," Wang Wanxi stepped forward, clasping her hands with a faint smile.

This gesture made her appear more free-spirited, while the families seemed hypocritical. The Situ family’s middle-aged man also smiled, saying, "Ladies first, naturally, Miss Wang shall proceed."

Wang Wanxi didn’t stand on ceremony, leading Ghost, Yun Xiaotian, and a fellow Wang family member inside. Tang Ziqing glanced at the crowd before also entering.

Next was the Yuwen Family, Li Wenfeng, Yuwen Luofei, and Yuwen Xingjian accompanied a middle-aged man inside. Each invitation allows for three attendees, just like the Wang Family, bringing along three younger members.

"Brother Lin Tian ultimately didn’t come; it seems he felt uncomfortable going along, hoping Luofei would return a favor," Li Wenfeng scanned the crowd outside, laughed lightly, seemingly speaking to Yuwen Luofei beside him, or perhaps just muttering to himself.

Yuwen Luofei said softly, "Not everyone has an interest in auctions."

Next was the Situ family; Situ Ruoling glanced back repeatedly upon entering, searching for a certain figure among the people but found nothing, resigning to stomp her foot.

And that "figure" was naturally Lin Tian, standing in an inconspicuous corner, observing the unfolding farce before him. After the burly man’s commotion, everyone’s attention had long diverted from him, which is precisely what he desired.

After the families entered, it was the turn of those Ancient Martial Artists. These individuals were unaffiliated, but possessing invitations meant they had exceptional qualities, either through strength or reputation, anyway earning Langya Pavilion’s acknowledgment.

Everyone entering had to show invitations, and once these Ancient Martial Artists completed entering, Ling Shuiyao turned to leave, only for Lin Tian to step forward and stop in front of her.

The crowd’s focus returned to Lin Tian again, wondering if this mysterious masked man intended to mimic the burly man’s challenge to Langya Pavilion’s authority. They naturally assumed Lin Tian had no invitation.

Ling Shuiyao, recognizing the black-clad figure in a black iron mask, quietly muttered, "Hmph, finally willing to appear, I thought you’d pretend until the end of time."