Chapter 133. Ten Shadows? I Have Twenty

Chapter 133. Ten Shadows? I Have Twenty

A thick smell of gunpowder filled the air in front of the pastry stall.

This small town was known for its simple folk, where the townspeople lived peacefully, helping each other and never escalating small issues into major conflicts.

But not today, as two outsiders arrived in this quaint town—one buying Meat Floss Cake and the other buying Yellow Bean Cake. Though they were unfamiliar with each other, they ended up butting heads.

As the greatest villain in this spiritual cultivation world, Lin Nuo couldn’t tolerate someone stepping on his Meat Floss Cake and calling it garbage.

Was he a match? Not even close.

Heng’s cold gaze swept over Lin Nuo.

“Nameless brat, I advise you to know your place.”

Heng casually flicked his blade, creating a strong gust of wind.

This fierce wind was enough to intimidate the opponent into retreat. Unbeknownst to the nameless brat, he was directly cut down.

But Lin Nuo wasn’t afraid; he quickly launched a few paralysis needles from his sleeve toward Heng.

As a keen assassin, Heng immediately sensed the danger and summoned a Spirit Shield on the back of his hand to block the needles.

It was a hidden weapon! The opponent used a hidden weapon, so he didn’t need to hold back—time to kill him.

“Nameless brat, you can die now.”

Heng hadn’t intended to kill a nameless brat; it was too trivial and not worth his time.

But since the other side was so arrogant as to use hidden weapons, he decided to go through with it.

With a swift strike, his knife descended like lightning, seemingly capable of decapitating Lin Nuo in an instant.

Alright, that’s done—a nameless brat dead, on to the next destination.

However…

The young man in front of him dodged at an incredible speed.

“Hmm?”

Heng was slightly surprised and quickly jumped backward, creating some distance.

That speed… this person has some skills.

“Not bad, you dodged my knife.”

“Is that so? It seems you’ve misused the word ‘not bad.’”

Lin Nuo shrugged; his reaction speed was excellent—he had dodged that strike without breaking a sweat.

While he might not win in a battle of Spirit Techniques, in terms of swordplay and reflexes, he was not inferior at all.

After all, as a Wind Spirit Root wind user, he was no ordinary person.

“Then can you still dodge this next move?”

In an instant, Heng split into ten identical figures, rapidly encircling Lin Nuo.

“Is that all?”

Lin Nuo immediately discerned Heng’s true self and charged straight in with a knife.

Bam!

The two sharp blades clashed, producing a loud sound. Sparks flew as they exchanged several blows, with Heng showing no advantage and even finding himself at a disadvantage.

After trading blows a few more times, Heng seized an opportunity, confidently thinking he had spotted Lin Nuo’s flaw. He swung his knife, but Lin Nuo’s speed was outrageous. With his right hand, he blocked the attack, then swiftly retaliated with a left punch straight to Heng’s face.

With a loud slap, that punch sent Heng flying.

Heng was knocked back several meters, hastily adjusting his stance.

What the hell? He was an assassin from the Dark Alliance, how could he struggle so much against a nameless brat?

Looking at the kid, he sensed that the spiritual energy level wasn’t high, nor was the aura particularly strong, yet his agility was incredible.

It seemed he was someone with real ability.

Heng quickly retreated, creating some space and thinking he had to show some real skills.

Ten Shadows Wind Killing Technique.

In an instant, ten Hengs whirled around Lin Nuo, whipping up an even more intense gale.

The Ten Shadows Wind Killing Technique involved creating ten shadows, maximizing speed, and circling around the enemy like a whirlwind, with countless razor-like winds slicing at them—inevitably leading to a gruesome demise.

Moreover, he significantly boosted his speed with Spirit Technique, making it impossible for the opponent to identify his true self. Even if they could see through the chaos of the wind, it would limit their movement.

“Is that all?”

Lin Nuo smirked, effortlessly splitting into twenty clones, with each two clones shadowing one of Heng’s.

Heng was dumbfounded; he considered his ten-shadow technique advanced, yet this guy had the audacity to come back with twenty shadows?!

Twenty shadows? That was a height only the high-ranking assassins from the Dark Alliance could reach, right?!

Now there were thirty figures running about the place, leaving onlookers flabbergasted.

“What’s going on? Why are there so many identical people?”

“Not sure, looks like a conflict?”

“What kind of conflict?”

“Over a woman, maybe?”

“No, looks like it’s about money?”

“I thought I heard something about which is better: Meat Floss Cake or Yellow Bean Cake?”

“How could it be for that?! That’s ridiculous.”

…

The townsfolk, unsure of what was happening, voiced their opinions, while Lin Nuo and Heng’s fierce battle of winds continued. The twenty shadows clashed against the ten shadows, and Lin Nuo, utilizing the Wind Spirit Ring issued by the Xuanyun Sect earlier, applied the twenty-fold Wind Killing Technique to suppress Heng’s momentum.

With the failure of the Ten Shadows Wind Killing Technique, Heng’s true form was revealed, and Lin Nuo struck swiftly at his face.

“This…”

Without further ado, he pierced downward with a knife.

Heng was stabbed in a vital spot and fell in an instant.

Habitually, he delivered a few more strikes, ensuring the job was done—Heng was completely dead.

Finally finding some villainous satisfaction, he killed this idiot who insulted his Meat Floss Cake.

As a capable villain, he ought to collect some gear too.

He rummaged through Heng’s clothes and found some high-grade hidden weapons and a Spirit Artifact.

No matter, first stash them away—useful ones for use, useless ones for sale.

He searched again and found a symbolic token.

Good gracious, another connection to the Dark Alliance?!

Why did he keep running into Dark Alliance people on this trip?

Whatever, he pocketed it.

After the battle ended, the area was left in chaos, and a crowd of people inevitably gathered around.

Lin Nuo shouted at them, “What are you staring at? Haven’t you seen a fight or a murder before?”

After taking everything he needed, he ignited Heng’s corpse and burned it to ashes.

Who cared if it was the Dark Alliance? As a major villain, killing was just part of the job.

Indeed, after reaching the third rank, fighting became much smoother.

He wasn’t great with Spirit Techniques, but he was more than familiar with an assassin’s tricks.

“Oh right.”

Lin Nuo rushed back to the stall and tossed a few copper coins.

“Get me a few more Meat Floss Cakes; no change needed.”

Then, in a swift motion like the wind, he disappeared.

“…”

And Heng’s body was turned to ash, leaving the townsfolk bewildered.

They couldn’t help but sigh; the world of martial arts was perilous indeed.

…

At this moment, another assassin, Jun, had already arrived in Fengyuan City quite some time ago but hadn’t seen his companion Heng yet.

“Something’s off. He’s usually very organized; he shouldn’t be this late.”

Jun couldn’t figure out the reason, but Mu Yiting and their meeting with the Demon Sect was approaching, so he couldn’t afford to stand still because of Heng’s delay.

“Maybe his task took longer than expected; he should arrive soon.”

Jun muttered to himself, gripping his sword and deciding to proceed with the plan.

Meanwhile, Lin Nuo arrived at Fengyuan Town, contacted the Black Market, and began purchasing materials to establish his own laboratory.