Chapter 306: This… This… Impossible!

Though surrounded by four people, Lin Xiao remained composed and steady. He spread his legs slightly, shook his body once, and parted his lips, taking a deep breath before exhaling in a long, steady stream.

Whoosh!

The breath he exhaled was incredibly long, like a giant whale drawing water or a fierce wind sweeping through the air. It was a testament to his terrifying lung capacity. The four men encircling him grew even graver in expression.

As soon as he finished exhaling, a rumbling sound erupted from within Lin Xiao’s body, as if a great force was awakening, spreading from his heart to his limbs. His already tall frame suddenly expanded slightly, and his eyes gleamed with a piercing radiance.

Lin Xiao tore off his remaining sleeve, expanded his chest, and clashed his fists together. A dangerous aura burst forth from his body.

Like a volcano buried beneath ice and snow, about to erupt.

Like a fierce beast awakening from a long slumber.

“Now this is getting interesting,” Lin Xiao said calmly, his voice carrying an undertone of metallic sharpness. “Hurry up and make your move. Let me see how strong you really are.”

“As you wish!”

The four men surrounding Lin Xiao exchanged glances. In their eyes, they saw the same intense killing intent.

No matter the cost, this young man had to die today.

A man of his age possessing such terrifying strength—if given time, who knew how much more he would grow?

Since their feud with him was already set in stone, there was no turning back. If they didn’t eliminate him now, the Golden Claw Sect would never know peace.

Moreover, if word spread that four Dark Force experts had teamed up against a young man and still failed to kill him, they would lose all standing in Jiangdong Province’s ancient martial arts world.

Thus, no matter what, Lin Xiao must die.

As fellow disciples under the same master, the four of them understood each other well. Even without speaking, a mere exchange of glances was enough to communicate their intent.

“Take this!”

Zhao Changlei suddenly let out a roaring battle cry. He stomped the ground and lunged at Lin Xiao’s back, arms spread wide before closing in. He attempted to lock Lin Xiao in a bear hug.

At the exact same moment, the other three also made their moves.

Duan Changhan, despite his internal injuries, was filled with the most hatred toward Lin Xiao. His strike was the most ruthless. He leaped into the air, he spread his fingers wide, clawing straight for Lin Xiao’s skull!

Yang Changtai, having lost five fingernails from Lin Xiao’s earlier defense, abandoned his Eagle Claw Technique altogether. Instead, he clenched his fists, darkening them with Dark Force, and threw a brutal double-fisted punch toward Lin Xiao’s chest.

Xu Changjun, the last of the four, lowered his stance before darting forward like a blur, both hands curled into claws, reaching for Lin Xiao’s lower legs.

In an instant, Lin Xiao was in an extremely dangerous situation.

Each of these four men was a formidable force—even in the declining ancient martial arts world of Jiangnan, they would be considered unstoppable.

Now that they were attacking together, their killing intent felt almost tangible, enough to make an ordinary person’s mind collapse in terror.

Even a late-stage Dark Force master would feel significant pressure in this situation.

But they were facing Lin Xiao, a man whose strength far exceeded their imagination.

Lin Xiao remained expressionless, watching the four men charging at him with twisted, ferocious faces.

He stood there, motionless, as if he weren’t facing four masters—but four ordinary people.

“Did he freeze up in fear?”

“He must have! This is four Dark Force martial uncles attacking at once, even a freak like him has to die!”

“This monster is finally going to die! A freak like him shouldn’t exist in this world!”

The disciples of the Golden Claw Sect watched Lin Xiao remain motionless and muttered with gloating hatred, their eyes filled with envy and resentment.

Of course, they would never admit that they were jealous. Jealous that someone so young had reached such an unfathomable level, trampling them as easily as stepping on ants. That intense sense of inferiority had bred their deep hatred toward Lin Xiao.

Now that Lin Xiao seemed doomed, they could hardly contain their excitement.

But in the very next moment, their smiles froze.

Their eyes widened in absolute disbelief.

Just as the four men closed in to within two meters of Lin Xiao, he moved.

Lin Xiao stomped the ground with his left foot, and with that single motion, his entire body blurred, retreating like an afterimage.

His back arched, crashing straight into Zhao Changlei’s embrace.

Zhao Changlei had never expected Lin Xiao to charge straight at him instead of dodging. Instinctively, he spread his arms and caught him in a firm hold. This was exactly what he had planned—as long as he could grab hold of Lin Xiao, he could restrain him for a few seconds.

And in a battle between masters, a few seconds was more than enough to kill someone multiple times over.

But the moment Zhao Changlei secured his grip on Lin Xiao, he immediately regretted it.

Regret beyond words.

He realized wasn’t holding onto a man.

He was holding onto a mountain.

Zhao Changlei was sent flying backward, as if he had been hit by a speeding train. Blood gushed from his mouth midair, his eyes filled with terror.

But Lin Xiao wasn’t finished.

Zhao Changlei was still capable of fighting, so Lin Xiao couldn’t let him go.

Lin Xiao kicked off the ground, shooting forward like an arrow, instantly catching up to Zhao Changlei.

Leaping into the air, he hammered a fist into Zhao Changlei’s abdomen.

Zhao Changlei’s body, which had been flying backward, plummeted straight down, smashing into the solid floor.

The ground shattered, his ribs snapped, and blood poured freely from his mouth. His face turned deathly pale, his breath weak. He had completely lost the ability to fight.

No one expected this.

The battle had only just begun, and yet, the strongest fighter among the four was already eliminated.

Against true masters, victory and defeat could be decided in an instant.

But Lin Xiao didn’t pause. He planted one hand on the ground, positioned his legs like a sprinter at the starting line, then launched himself forward.

Fast as wind—fierce as thunder.

He charged toward Yang Changtai.

Yang Changtai gritted his teeth, watching Lin Xiao rushing toward him. Forcing down his fear, he raised one hand to guard his chest while the other clawed toward Lin Xiao’s eyes.

He had resolved to fight to the death.

“Junior Brother Yang, don’t fight him head-on!”

Duan Changhan’s voice was filled with urgency and fury, but his warning was too late.

Lin Xiao closed the distance in an instant, his icy gaze locked onto Yang Changtai.

Ignoring the claws aiming for his eyes, Lin Xiao threw a single punch.

Chen-style Fist—Wave Form.

Unlike Shock Form’s brutal force, Wave Form was graceful and elusive.

Before Yang Changtai’s claws could reach Lin Xiao’s eyes, Lin Xiao’s fist had already sunk into his chest.

Crack!

Though his fist stopped two inches from Yang Changtai’s body, his chest still caved inward, imprinting a deep fist mark.

Yang Changtai froze in place, his glowing nails mere centimeters from Lin Xiao’s eyes, but that tiny distance was now an impassable chasm.

“What a punch…”

Blood trickled from Yang Changtai’s lips. His knees buckled, and he collapsed.

“This… this… Impossible!!!”

The Golden Claw Sect disciples were dumbstruck.

“Impossible!!! How can this be?!”