Chapter 8

Despite Pan Dongliu's all-out attack, Lin Fengjin managed to dodge by throwing himself forward in a dog-eating-shit posture, though his shoulder was severely wounded, with at least two to three pounds of flesh being cut off, and blood spurted out as if squeezed forcefully. However, the direction and angle of his dodge were precisely the sliver of hope amidst the dead end!!!

Pan Dongliu's goal was to sever Lin Fengjin's hands and feet, but in reality, he relied on his incredible speed, which meant he couldn't cut off all four limbs with a single strike. Thus, the sequence of his movements was still discernible.

Lin Fengjin paid the price of being injured to avoid the first slash and hid in a blind spot. Consequently, the next three strikes naturally missed.

This failure to land a decisive blow was indeed surprising, but Lin Fengjin's disheveled and bloodied appearance served as excellent camouflage. After his attack missed, Pan Dongliu merely frowned slightly, let out a clear whistle, and attacked again. If an ordinary person had seen it, it would have been as swift as lightning!

At this critical moment, Lin Fengjin's mind was clear and empty. His eyes saw not the entire world but only the razor-sharp sword in the flute, the sword that aimed to take his life!

More importantly, this time he was prepared. Upon seeing Pan Dongliu's attack again, he carefully analyzed it and immediately realized that the man relied solely on his speed, and after each strike, there was a slight pause to gather strength!

To put it more plainly, if we were to compare the speed of drawing the sword, Pan Dongliu had reached the level of a national martial arts candidate.

One of the basic tests for martial arts candidates is the so-called "three plum blossoms" — drawing the sword three times in a single breath to pierce a pine board, creating three holes in a triangular pattern. The speed difference between the two was negligible.

However, Pan Dongliu's advantage was only in speed. In Lin Fengjin's current perspective, his flaws were evident — his attack techniques and the force of his strikes were far inferior, merely concealed by his incredible speed. As the saying goes, one beauty can hide a hundred flaws, which aptly described this situation.

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A loud "crack" echoed as the rotten pillars of the Shen family's haunted house were severed by the sword and collapsed, sending dust and debris flying. A figure tumbled and slowly rose from the rubble.

Blood flowed down from his forehead, the warmth and the slight tingling and itching as it seeped into the corner of his mouth were very clear.

The taste of blood was slightly cool, yet there was a burning, almost maddeningly hot, metallic flavor.

Lin Fengjin panted, having paid a heavy price to evade the continuous attacks of the elegant yet madly terrifying enemy. A cup-sized wound had been pierced into his thigh, and blood gushed out like a spring. The head wound, which would require at least seven to eight stitches, was a minor injury in comparison.

However, his eyes shone brighter, for he had initially only hoped to survive a few more seconds, but now, amidst this almost certain death, he had found a glimmer of hope!!!

At the same time, through this slow-motion replay of the battle, Lin Fengjin had mastered many evasion techniques.

For example, if the enemy's next move was a powerful vertical slash like "Cleaving Huashan," there would inevitably be a high-raised sword stance. Seeing this, one should immediately dodge to the side.

If the enemy intended to thrust forward, there would be a habit of pulling back the elbow and the sword. Recognizing this action would allow one to dodge accordingly.

Even in this state, Lin Fengjin felt that dodging bullets would not be a problem. His physical reaction speed could not match the speed of a bullet, but to hit him, the enemy would need to raise the gun, aim, and pull the trigger!

Under normal circumstances, these actions would be so swift that even if one could see them, it would be impossible to react in time unless one had received specialized training.

However, in his current state, Lin Fengjin could clearly and calmly dodge the moment the enemy pulled the trigger. The speed of the bullet after it left the barrel was beyond his physical reaction, but the delay in aiming and pulling the trigger gave him enough time to dodge.

Therefore, although Lin Fengjin was just an ant in Pan Dongliu's eyes, an ant that could be killed with a wave of the hand, in this situation, if the ant seized the opportunity, it could still bite the elephant to death!

Lin Fengjin suddenly began to run from the collapsed house, but he was not fleeing; he was charging!

Behind him, for some reason, Pan Dongliu suddenly stopped, lifted his face slightly, and his eyes remained closed, as if he were searching for something in confusion. Suddenly, his body swayed, and black blood began to flow from his nose and ears!

In fact, the wound on his leg, inflicted by the ghost, was hindering his pursuit. The most direct manifestation was that after each sword strike, Pan Dongliu had to pause to gather his strength. Otherwise, Lin Fengjin would have died a hundred times over, even with his ability to slow down time.

"This is the moment!"

Lin Fengjin's bloodshot eyes immediately locked onto this life-and-death enemy!

"Yes, your mind is starting to waver, isn't it!"

"No matter how divine you make your 'Heart Eye' sound, it's still not as reliable as your accustomed eyes. Now, with your repeated misses, the frustration and fatigue should have reached a critical point! You may seem to have everything under control, but you are just a teenager. I have lived at least thirty years longer than you and experienced the intrigues and coldness of the world in my previous life!"

"Trying to outwit me and test my patience, you are still too young!"

Charging and fleeing were essentially the same, both involving running with all one's might, but the direction was different, and thus the nature was completely different. Lin Fengjin had already distanced himself from the enemy, but the direction of his charge was not elsewhere; it was directly toward Pan Dongliu, who had descended like a celestial being, suppressing the entire scene!

His charge felt like a stubborn moth flying straight into a raging fire that threatened to consume the sky! The indescribable determination was such that even if his body turned to ashes, he would still make the flames flicker!

"Your thigh wound must be very painful, right!"

"The monster's poison doesn't seem to be easy to withstand. The jade pendant for detoxification has dimmed, and I see only black blood flowing from your wound!"

"You are panting heavily now, and your mind is in chaos, so your 'Heart Eye' is useless!"

"You!! Are at the end of your strength!"

As he ran, Lin Fengjin shouted these words with all his might, partly to reinforce his own belief and judgment, and partly to disrupt the enemy's thoughts.

Even if his deductions were correct, he was still just an ant, and the enemy still had the power to kill him with a single strike. Lin Fengjin himself was on the brink of exhaustion, and every second he could delay was a percentage point of survival!

But at this moment, as Lin Fengjin approached within ten meters of Pan Dongliu, the still handsome and elegant man suddenly lifted his head. Although he could not see Lin Fengjin, he had completely locked onto him with his spirit. Then, he suddenly threw the sword in the flute with his right hand!

Indeed, Lin Fengjin saw it clearly: Pan Dongliu was at the end of his strength, but precisely because he was at the end of his strength, he would make the most fierce and vicious counterattack! A dying struggle is the most ferocious!

The sword, once thrown, increased its speed dramatically, but Lin Fengjin immediately noticed something: after throwing the sword, Pan Dongliu fell to the ground like a withered leaf!

Lin Fengjin had already calculated very clearly that, despite his ability to slow down time, his sluggish body could not avoid this sudden attack.

So, in that split second, Lin Fengjin let out a wild cry, relying on his knowledge of vital organs, and focused entirely on the front.

He raised his right hand, using all his strength, and threw the stone that had been warmed by his body's heat!

The stone, which Lin Fengjin had picked up from the collapsed Shen family's haunted house, was about the size of a fist, solid and heavy, and made of hard stone. Thrown with all his might, it whistled through the air and spun toward Pan Dongliu, who was about ten meters away.

Pan Dongliu's pupils contracted sharply. He never expected that this weak and insignificant enemy would, in his dying struggle, launch such a fatal counterattack!

His hand instinctively reached for the compass at his waist, but it had already been contaminated and damaged!

It is worth noting that during the throwing process, Lin Fengjin was still in a state where he could slow down time, allowing him to adjust his throwing angle to the maximum extent!

As a result, his accuracy in throwing was greatly improved, and within a distance of three to four meters, he could hit the target every time!