The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 1726: Chapter 1823: Living Target

If you only listen to the names of these two people, it’s really hard to associate them with the assassins of the Hidden Kill Hall.

When Fang Lin heard that these two were called Zhang Lao’er and Wu Laosan, his expression was also quite peculiar.

The names are a bit too casual.

However, as the two got closer to him, Fang Lin’s face didn’t show any ease; instead, it became extraordinarily solemn.

Because from these two people, Fang Lin could sense an incredibly powerful aura, at the very least reaching the late stage of Great Longevity, possibly even at the half-step Immortal level.

No matter if these two are assassins of the Hidden Kill Hall or not, in Fang Lin’s current state without any cultivation, solely relying on physical strength, it’s indeed a bit strenuous.

“Hidden Kill Hall? I thought you didn’t dare to show your faces anymore, yet here you are,” Fang Lin said coldly, showing no sign of fear.

“Last time, our Hidden Kill Hall suffered such a loss. We must reclaim it,” the one in front, who called himself Zhang Lao’er, laughed and said.

“The targets of the Hidden Kill Hall, no matter how long they are on the must-kill list, in the end, there’s only death. Fang Lin, you’ve been on that list for too long, it’s time to resolve you.” A voice from behind said, it was Wu Laosan speaking.

Fang Lin sneered repeatedly: “The number of Hidden Kill Hall members who died at my hands is countless, perhaps today I’ll add two more souls to my tally.”

“I’m afraid you don’t have that ability,” Zhang Lao’er laughed, already ten steps away from Fang Lin, close enough for Fang Lin to clearly see his appearance.

He was an extremely ordinary-looking middle-aged man, not tall, with plain features, completely lacking the demeanor of a high person, blending into a crowd without anyone noticing.

Especially the smile on Zhang Lao’er’s face, its sleaziness could rival that of Old Pickle and Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng.

As for the person behind, Fang Lin also took note; it was a tall and thin man, looking seemingly in his thirties, even uglier than Zhang Lao’er, with his facial features crammed together and barely any hair on top.

“Has the Hidden Kill Hall only got such riffraff left?” Fang Lin asked with a slight curl of his lips.

The tall and thin Wu Laosan said in a deep voice, “You’re facing death, yet you still have the leisure to jest.”

Zhang Lao’er laughed, “No problem, no problem, we’ve had a tough journey; chatting with him a bit more is a leisure.”

Wu Laosan snorted, “I’m not in the mood for idle chatter.”

“Alright, alright, then shut up,” Zhang Lao’er said impatiently.

Wu Laosan glared but indeed fell silent.

Zhang Lao’er looked at Fang Lin, a smile ever-present on his face, “Master Fang Lin’s name is renowned; many deaths in the Hidden Kill Hall are connected to you, so one way or another, you have to die. You’re just too formidable, causing our Hidden Kill Hall to fail time and again.”

Fang Lin chuckled, “Given that, the two of you still come to kill me? Aren’t you afraid of ending up like those before, dead by my hand?”

Zhang Lao’er grinned, “We two are different, we haven’t acted in over twenty years.”

Saying this, Zhang Lao’er appeared pensive, “I can barely remember who we killed over twenty years ago, Wu Laosan, do you remember?”

The gaunt Wu Laosan responded coldly, “The previous Hall Master of the True Martial Hall.”

Zhang Lao’er clapped his hands, “Right, that guy was quite challenging, almost made it a no-return trip for Wu Laosan and me.”

Fang Lin was shocked, the previous Hall Master of the True Martial Hall? Isn’t he among the top experts of the three sects? Fang Lin once went to the land of the three sects, killed the current True Martial Hall Master, the Cow Riding Old Taoist, whose head is now suppressed within the True Dragon avatar.

Fang Lin had tasted the prowess of that Cow Riding Old Taoist, without the enhancement of the True Dragon avatar, Fang Lin couldn’t have beheaded him.

And the previous True Martial Hall Master; presumably, his strength wasn’t below that of the Cow Riding Old Taoist. He was killed by the Hidden Kill Hall’s people.

“The two of us together can kill even an early-stage Immortal expert, Fang Lin, with your cultivation lost, how can you possibly survive against us?” Zhang Lao’er looked at Fang Lin with interest, not rushing to make a move.

Fang Lin frowned slightly; it seemed that the mysterious person transformed from the bizarre eyeball indeed had connections with the Hidden Kill Hall, otherwise, how would Zhang Lao’er know he’d lost his cultivation?

“But your physical body is very strong, to kill you will require some effort. Yet, after so many failed attempts, it taught me a lesson,” Zhang Lao’er said with a serious face.

Fang Lin smiled, “And what did you learn?”

“Killing should be clean and neat,” Zhang Lao’er finished and suddenly appeared in front of Fang Lin, delivering a punch straight to Fang Lin’s chest.

With a bang, Fang Lin flew backward, like a kite with a broken string, unable to stop his trajectory.

Fang Lin felt a wave of pain in his chest, knowing he wasn’t injured, but Zhang Lao’er’s punch was still potent, leaving Fang Lin feeling quite uncomfortable.

Bam!

Another dull thud sounded as Fang Lin was viciously kicked in the back, the kick precisely and ruthly landing on Fang Lin’s waist.

In an ordinary fight, a severe blow to the waist can be fatal; even for a Martial Artist with a cultivation path, it’s often a vulnerability.

Fang Lin, after being punched, then kicked by Wu Laosan from behind, remained airbound and couldn’t land.

“Hahaha, Master Fang Lin, how come you can’t even fight back now?” Zhang Lao’er laughed, grabbing Fang Lin by the throat and throwing him to the ground fiercely.

Fang Lin was thrown into the ground but wasn’t injured; his body, comparable to an Immortal’s, wasn’t so easily harmed.

However, there was an insurmountable problem facing Fang Lin.

Without cultivation, with only a tough body, Fang Lin almost became a punching bag, only capable of taking hits without returning them, allowing Zhang Lao’er and Wu Laosan to toy with him at will.

Previously, such a scenario was absolutely impossible; even with weaker cultivation, there would be a fierce counterattack, never a passive beating.

But now, all Fang Lin’s cultivation was sealed; even with brute strength and a formidable body, he could not exert it.

It’s akin to a naturally strong mortal; no matter how much strength he has, against a genuinely trained Martial Artist, he would be easily defeated.

ps: The third update has arrived, continuing to type, moving to a new house these past two days, exhausted, fortunately, it’s finally sorted out.

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