Chapter 313: Just Slaughtering a Pig

Chapter 313: Just Slaughtering a Pig

Lin Nuo couldn’t believe that even in the quaint and simple Lichu Town, an assassination attempt was happening.

And during his meat roasting time, no less!

How outrageous! They had crossed the line; how could he just endure this?

Lin Nuo hurled a stone at the Dongwei People, but it was shattered in mid-air by their palm strike.

That hit would surely have crushed him!

Clearly, the opponent was intent on taking him out.

He could only explain it away as him having provoked the Dongwei with his earlier remark about their coffin fees.

He had always known the character of the Dongwei was bad, but he never expected them to be this petty.

Once targeted by the Dongwei, escape was impossible; the best move was to eliminate them.

Attacking was the best form of defense.

Lin Nuo took some time to recover, feeling a bit better, but facing the Dongwei directly was still tough.

So, he’d have to use some tricks.

Fighting the Dongwei head-on with regular methods was utterly futile. Even if Lin Nuo wanted to use his Spirit Needle, he would still be blocked.

Plus, engaging the Dongwei in a back-and-forth only worked to his disadvantage.

But he had ways to deal with the Dongwei.

“Am I your target?” Lin Nuo asked.

“Yes, if you know what’s good for you, just surrender. It’ll save you some pain,” the Dongwei said coldly as they approached him.

“Let’s hear your reasons,” Lin Nuo replied, unmoving.

“No need to ask. If you give up resisting, I won’t harm you. Otherwise, you’ll suffer,” the Dongwei added, brandishing some sharp hidden weapons.

Lin Nuo guessed that some of those weapons had a paralyzing effect, typical for someone who used hidden weapons. Adding some special effects was standard practice.

Some even coated their hidden weapons with poison—truly heartless!

Oh, wait, wasn’t he just like that? The last part should’ve been “really cool.”

“Wow, I’m in a guessing game now. Is this really the Dongwei?”

Lin Nuo chuckled. This guy was full of himself, acting like he was some emperor.

Extremely arrogant; truly, a small-time villain caught up in his moment.

Lin Nuo’s eyes darted around, his mind calculating the next steps to counterattack.

An idea struck him.

He couldn’t fight here; he might ruin the meat and seasonings. The butcher had fresh, top-quality meat, and the roasting spices were specially crafted; it would surely be delicious.

He needed to lead the fight elsewhere.

With that thought, Lin Nuo quickly retreated, heading for the mountains.

The Dongwei chased after him, throwing hidden weapons along the way. But the distance was too great, and with Lin Nuo’s agility and quick reflexes, he easily dodged them.

The Dongwei hastened, determined, now deep in the forest.

He was confident; the complicated terrain suited him, and he could easily defeat Lin Nuo here.

After all, the Dongwei were an organization known for executing special missions, often traversing treacherous terrains to eliminate their targets.

That kid was asking for trouble.

However, he soon realized things weren’t that simple.

Once Lin Nuo entered the woods, he moved like a fish in water, and even with the Dongwei’s years of experience, they struggled to catch him. The hidden weapons? Totally ineffective.

“This kid’s got some skills.”

The Dongwei gritted their teeth, finding it hard to gain the upper hand in the forest. But Lin Nuo didn’t attack; he just kept dodging.

Looks like this kid wanted to shake him off.

The Dongwei wasn’t about to let that happen. If the trees got in the way, they’d just destroy them. Clearing the area would make it easy to defeat Lin Nuo.

Just as the Dongwei prepared to crush the surrounding brush, a wave of power hit him head-on.

The Dongwei was pushed back slightly, but it wasn’t a big hit—just a slight nudge.

But where did that blast come from?

The Dongwei was baffled. Lin Nuo was hidden among the trees; if he released an attack, it would surely wreck the surrounding foliage.

Yet nothing was destroyed. That was strange; he couldn’t figure out why.

Another wave came, striking the Dongwei again, pushing him back.

The Dongwei was in confusion, having no clue how Lin Nuo was attacking him. It was impossible; the trees and rocks were blocking him—how could he still be launching attacks?

But the strikes kept coming from different angles, weak but consistent, leaving the Dongwei increasingly agitated, wanting nothing more than to tear Lin Nuo to shreds.

“Kid, don’t let me catch you!”

The Dongwei gritted his teeth and hastily activated his Spirit Shield for defense.

But he was unsuccessful. The damage was minor, but the frequency was high, interrupting his concentration and ability to channel his energy.

The hits weren’t hard, but they were intensely humiliating. The Dongwei was repeatedly struck, interrupting all his spells, not able to summon his Spirit Shield at all.

When channeling spirit techniques, one needed a brief moment to gather their energy, but Lin Nuo’s waves could disrupt that phase.

The Dongwei charged at Lin Nuo, determined to confront him directly to end this.

But blinded by anger, the Dongwei didn’t realize Lin Nuo had created a shadow to distract him while he shot the Spirit Needle.

The Dongwei didn’t react in time and got hit.

His hands and feet became numb but he could still move, trying to force out the toxin.

Lin Nuo continued unleashing pressure waves, never giving the Dongwei a chance to expel the poison, constantly interrupting his energy flow until the toxin completely seeped into his bloodstream.

Eventually, his limbs fully numbed, and he collapsed.

At that moment, Lin Nuo emerged, revealing that this pressure wave technique was quite innovative in such treacherous and obstructive environments, and the Dongwei was ultimately taken down.

“Dongwei, this is all you’ve got.”

Lin Nuo approached the fallen Dongwei, pulling out a small knife.

“Let’s see how sharp it is on your flesh.”

Blood splattered, and the Dongwei lay lifeless.

Lin Nuo dug a pit and buried the Dongwei, then went to gather some pork and beef, setting up a rack to roast over the grave.

It was reminiscent of dancing on a grave—a chilling tribute.

The Dongwei had come looking for trouble; naturally, he wouldn’t show any mercy, killing him, burying him, and then roasting right on top—very secure.

As if nothing had happened, he hummed a little tune, flipping the meat and adding the seasoning.

The scent of roasting meat wafted into the air, and smoke lazily curled upwards.

“So, you were here.”

A light-footed girl with silver hair descended from the treetops, cautious and observant, detecting signs of disturbance nearby.

“Was there just a battle?”

“Just slaughtering a pig,” Lin Nuo replied casually.