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Stumbling and staggering, hacking and smashing, the power rushing from the opposite side was like the overflowing Yangtze River, washing people away and making it impossible to control their bodies. Lin Chong struggled upstream, getting buffeted from side to side. But in this process, many things finally came tracing back from the river's source.

The warmth of childhood, kind and loving parents, excellent teachers, sweet romance... these were things he dared not recall and had almost forgotten amidst years of suffering. In his youth, he possessed exceptional talent and joined the Imperial Boxing Hall, becoming a formal disciple under Zhou Tong. His acquaintance and interactions with fellow disciples, sparring matches, and occasional duels with heroes of the martial world represented the best of the martial arts world he knew.

His wife, Zhen Niang, had been acquainted with him since childhood. She was the daughter of a scholarly family, dignified, virtuous, beautiful, and generous. Lin Chong had a smooth path, receiving care in the Imperial Guard and not being overly busy. When he had free time, the two of them would go out together, either to temples to worship Buddha or for spring outings, their affections deep. Although Lin Chong had read poetry and books since childhood, he was still a martial arts person at heart. Occasionally, his fellow disciples would visit, or martial heroes introduced by them would come and go, and his wife always managed to entertain these friends who came to their home with grace and propriety. Many rough and reckless Green Forest (lulin) heroes respected Lady Lin even more than they respected Lin Chong upon seeing her poise.

Those were such good times. He had a virtuous wife at home. Occasionally, Lin Chong would leave his wife behind and sleep together on the same bed with close Green Forest heroes, discussing martial arts all night long. When they went too far, his wife would come to remind them to rest. In the Imperial Guard, his superb martial arts always earned him the respect of the soldiers.

All of this came so naturally. Later, he realized that these smiles were fake, and beneath the façade that people worked hard to maintain was another world containing naked malice. He was caught off guard and pulled in.

At that time, he had experienced too few storms. The Green Forest heroes who traveled north and south occasionally spoke of tragic events in the martial world, and Lin Chong would only put on an appearance of knowing about them. Many times, he could even find more "stories" to sigh about with the other party. When all else failed, a commoner could vent his anger; with a long spear in hand, one could advance fearlessly. However, when things happened to him, he realized the difficulty of a commoner's anger. His past life, that normal world, seemed like countless hands pulling him back. He just wanted to return…

For more than ten years, he had stood in the darkness, wanting to go back.

That world was too happy.

Zhen Niang…

His divorced wife looked at him from the end of his memory.

…

-- Can't go back.

…

"Ah--" The spear in his hand shattered with a crash—

On one side was a figure that bulldozed and crushed everything, like a war chariot, constantly knocking away heavy objects along the way. On the other side was a spear-like offensive, stumbling and spinning, with each attack, whether a silent thrust or a forest of spears, making everyone afraid to directly confront its point.

In the ten years since the Jurchens invaded south, the Central Plains had suffered greatly. As the most prominent Green Forest faction in recent years, the Great Brightness Sect (Da Guangming Jiao) had gathered many experts. However, everyone was somewhat bewildered by this sudden battle between grandmasters.

In the Green Forest world, although the title of grandmaster was just a label in people's mouths, there were only a handful of truly top-level experts in this world. Lin Zongwu's title of number one in the world was not a false reputation; it was a title truly earned through fighting. In recent years, as the leader of the Great Brightness Sect, he had fought all over the north and south, possessing far more strength than others. He had always treated everyone with a courteous and humble attitude, which is why he had solidified his position as number one in the Green Forest world in this chaotic era.

For the past few years, in the Central Plains area, even the legendary Iron Arms Zhou Tong of the past would probably not be a match for Lin Zongwu today, according to everyone's speculation. However, Zhou Tong was already dead, and these conjectures could no longer be verified. Over the years, Lin Zongwu had fought his way through, but the closest martial arts match to a grandmaster battle was the one in Ze Prefecture last year. After the Eight-Armed Dragon King of Red Peak Mountain was defeated, he re-entered the martial world. His Subduing Demon Staff technique, which had reached the pinnacle in battle formations, was majestic and possessed the aura of sweeping across the heavens and earth, but in the end, he was defeated by Lin Zongwu's offensive that stirred up rivers and seas, swallowing the sky and devouring the earth.

Apart from the Central Plains, at this time in the world, Zhou Tong had disappeared, Holy Duke (Sheng Gong) had died early, the Demonic Sect (Mo Jiao) was no more, and the Tyrant Blade (Ba Dao) was declining. In the hearts of many Green Forest heroes, the only ones who could contend with Lin Zongwu, besides the Heart Demon (Xin Mo) in the south, were probably no one else. Of course, Ning Yi's reputation among the Green Forest world was complex. His terror was completely different from Lin Zongwu's. As for those below, Chen Fan, a former disciple of Fang Qi Fo, had a record of killing the Demonic Sect's Holy Maiden, Si Kongnan, but because he had not shown his skills much in the Green Forest world, many people had no concept of him.

No one had expected that this ordinary trip to Wozhou would suddenly encounter such a madman, starting a senseless fight. Even Lin Zongwu himself could not suppress him.

After watching for a moment, just from the results of this battle, everyone could understand that this person was also a grandmaster. This person's martial arts were bizarre and illogical. His appearance and eyes made him look like a desperate person seeking a fight to the death, but his attacks were terrifyingly powerful. Lin Zongwu had profound inner strength and immense power. An ordinary person would have their tendons and bones broken and lose their breath with just one punch, but this person repeatedly met the killing moves head-on, like a fool attacking a giant wave. In the midst of the waves, every killing move forced Lin Zongwu to retreat three times. One side was not afraid of death, and the other side could not afford to lose. When the two sides collided madly, the entire courtyard and the surrounding area became a place shrouded in killing intent.

Unlike last year's battle in Ze Prefecture, although thousands of people surrounded the arena in Ze Prefecture, Lin Zongwu's duel with Shi Jin would never have affected others. But this crazy man had no scruples at all. When he fought with Lin Zongwu, he was often forced into a miserable state by the other party's fists and feet, but that was only a superficial misery. He was like an unyielding person seeking death, each time crashing into giant waves, throwing himself away, only to stand up in a new place and launch an attack. This fierce battle affected everything around them. Anyone within sight was affected. That crazy man treated those closest to him as enemies. If he accidentally had a spear in his hand, the surrounding area within several zhang could be affected. If the surrounding people could not dodge in time, even Lin Zongwu would have difficulty sparing time to rescue them. His spear technique was desperate to the point of killing. Even Wang Nanda had almost been pierced through the heart by a spear earlier. Even experts nearby were in a state of panic, trying to avoid the misfortune of Feng Qixiao and others.

Fences collapsed, stone locks flew around, the courtyard paved with bluestone and weapon racks were scattered all over the ground. A tree as thick as a bowl at the side of the yard was also knocked down, its branches and leaves scattered. Some experts even climbed onto the roof while dodging. The two grandmasters knocked down the courtyard wall in their crazy fight. Lin Zongwu was beaten to the ground by the madman, and the two figures even fought five or six zhang away before separating slightly. As soon as they got up, Lin Zongwu stepped forward with a heavy punch, colliding with a stone table board wielded by the other party, sending stone chips flying several zhang away, still carrying astonishing power.

On this sweltering summer night, the battle between grandmasters had been going on for some time. Laymen watched the excitement, while experts watched the subtleties. Some of the experts in the Great Brightness Sect also saw some clues. In this person's crazy fighting, he integrated spear techniques into his martial arts. Although he looked grief-stricken and crazy, he was indeed carrying the meaning of Zhou Tong's spear techniques. Iron Arms Zhou Tong had been stationed at the Imperial Boxing Hall for more than thirty years, enjoying a reputation throughout the world. Although he died ten years ago in an assassination attempt on Nianhan, the disciples of the Imperial Boxing Hall had branched out, and there were still many martial artists who could understand the routines of Zhou Tong's spear techniques.

Understanding Zhou Tong's spear techniques did not necessarily mean knowing how powerful Zhou Tong was. Green Forest rumors were often untrue all over the north and south. Years ago, Lin Zongwu had wanted to fight Zhou Tong but could not. After Zhou Tong's death, most of the rumors left in the martial world focused on describing Zhou Tong's martial virtue. As for his battle record, when Zhou Tong fought people in his old age, he would either easily defeat them with a few punches and kicks, or the opponent would kneel before he even made a move. His martial arts had reached perfection, and its power could not be described by ordinary spear routines or a few ultimate moves.

At this moment, this sudden grandmaster seemed to have brought Zhou Tong's spear techniques over in another form.

Although this madman had started a massacre as soon as he arrived, everyone perked up when they realized this. How could those who mixed in the Green Forest world not understand the meaning of such a great battle?

The chaotic atmosphere of the night was restless. This crazy fight was so intense that it seemed like it would last forever. The madman was covered in blood, and Lin Zongwu's cassock was tattered. His head and body were already marked with countless wounds from the opponent's attacks. Suddenly, the fighting below paused for a moment. The madman suddenly stopped his offensive abruptly. The two men's auras were intertwined, and Lin Zongwu also stopped abruptly. In the courtyard, only the madman's grief-stricken long howl could be heard. His figure exerted strength again and ran wildly. Lin Zongwu also rushed a few steps. The figure was seen dashing out of the martial arts hall's outer wall, rushing towards the distant street outside.

Everyone was slightly stunned.

At this time, the martial arts hall was in a mess. Half of the corridor had collapsed, corpses were lying everywhere, and the air was thick with blood. Some experts who had not escaped fought and chose a high place nearby to avoid the battle. The madman's killing intent was too resolute. No one dared to confront him head-on except Lin Zongwu. Even Lin Zongwu had been beaten half to death at this time. His internal strength was profound, and his external skills were strong. For a long time, even experts like Shi Jin had not beaten him into such a mess. Seeing his opponent suddenly rush to one side, he thought the other party was going to start another massacre around him. At this time, he stood there, his arms covered in blood, the skin on his fists torn and trembling slightly. Seeing his opponent suddenly disappear, he did not know whether it was anger or astonishment. The expression on his face was particularly complicated.

If the Great Brightness Sect really wanted to deal with a grandmaster-level expert, they could naturally mobilize more than just the people in front of them with a swarm attack. Even strong bows and crossbowmen could be mobilized in large numbers if they really wanted to arrange it. However, Lin Zongwu was famous for his martial arts. Over the years, he had countless one-on-one matches. How could everyone arrange for bows and crossbows to be present at this time? That would only be a loss of the title of "Number One in the World" regardless of whether they won or lost. However, no one had expected this battle to happen suddenly, and even more so that it would end so suddenly. The madman had been carrying endless grief and indignation since he entered the door. In the end, this long howl was full of resentment and pent-up anger, as if he had been bullied by the world from beginning to end. But at this moment, a group of people stood in the ruins and on the walls, from stunned to heartache: they were the ones who were really wronged.

"This... what's going on..." After a long time, Lin Zongwu clenched his fists and looked around. In the distance, Wang Nanda was being protected in a safe place. Lin Zongwu's attack had saved the other party's life, but the world-renowned "Mad Tiger" had one of his right fists crippled. Several of his subordinate experts were killed or injured, and he, the number one in the world, had still failed to keep his opponent. "Investigate."

Lin Zongwu pointed to Tian Weishan's body on the ground: "Who is that person? What exactly is going on between that person surnamed Tan and him... Investigate!"

The chaos in Wozhou had not subsided this night. A whistling figure swept through the streets. In the distance, the chief constable of the Wozhou Yamen was rushing over after learning about the chaos. He was riding a horse with several Yamen constables, drawing their swords to try to stop the bloody figure: "Mu Yi, you killed Zheng Lao San..." Everyone took up their weapons. The figure suddenly approached, and the tip of a spear in the front was turned, sweeping straight across the long street.

As soon as this sharpness passed, blood was splattered all over the ground.

Familiar street scenes added to the chaos that was different from the past. Lin Chong rushed through the long street of Wozhou, leaving the city and heading north.

…

In that desperate fight, the past emerged in his heart, bringing out a pain that was even more difficult than his physical situation. From the moment he entered the White Tiger Hall (Baihu Tang), his life was disrupted in a state of bewilderment. When he learned of his wife's death, his heart sank and then floated up. Killing people in anger and going up the mountain to become an outlaw were meaningless choices for him. By the time Zhou Tong kicked him away... after that, he was just picking up fragments similar to the past on the beach of despair, relying on the light similar to that to deceive himself and eke out a living.

He couldn't go back.

In these more than ten years of despair, with all the ups and downs, in the cracks where those fragments emitted light, was there anything he wanted to seek? The widow who became his wife, the son they had, and the days since then... in the instant he saw the corpse, it was like a confusing illusion. Through this bewitching light, what he saw in the end was still himself many years ago...

But they did have a child...

Amidst the intense fighting, the grief had not subsided, but the chaotic emotions finally had a clear gap. The shadow of that child flashed through his mind. With a long howl, he ran towards the direction of the Qi family. As for those who harbored malice, Lin Chong did not know their identities in the first place, so he naturally did not care about them at this time.

He rushed forward as fast as a galloping horse, crossing the winding roads outside the city in the darkness. On this hot summer night, frogs croaked in the fields by the roadside, and the light of villages could be seen a little further away. Lin Chong had served as a constable and was already familiar with the roads. He did not know how long it had been when he approached the nearby town. He passed through the town and arrived at the Qi family. Outside the Qi family, someone was beating gongs and drums to gather people.

Covered in blood, Lin Chong pounced straight in from the courtyard wall. The Qi family's guards patrolling the courtyard only felt a figure flash past. In the blink of an eye, the yard was in chaos.

If they were to confront each other in an open place, Lin Chong, as such a grandmaster, might not be able to cope with a large crowd. However, in the winding courtyard, how many people in the Qi family could keep up with his movements? Some guards only felt a dark shadow flash before their eyes and were lifted up with one hand. The figure shouted, "Where is Qi Ao? Where is Tan Lu?" In the blink of an eye, he had already passed through several courtyards. Some people screamed, some people warned, and the guards who rushed in did not even know where the enemy was. The surroundings were already in chaos.

Lin Chong rushed desperately. After a while, he caught Qi Ao's parents inside. He held a knife to interrogate them, only to learn that Tan Lu had rushed over earlier, asking Qi Ao to go to another place to avoid the limelight. Qi Ao had hurriedly left by carriage. The family knew that Qi Ao might have offended a formidable person, so they hurriedly gathered guards to prepare for the worst.

Lin Chong then pressed them about where the captured child was, but no one knew about this. Later, Lin Chong held Qi's father and mother hostage and had them summon several of Tan Lu's subordinates. After questioning them all the way, he learned that the child had been taken away by Tan Lu to save his own life.

Lin Chong endured surging grief in his heart. During the questioning, he had a splitting headache. After all, he had been in Liangshan before. After asking a few more questions, he killed Qi's father and mother with heavy hands, and then rushed out of the courtyard.

With Qi's father and mother dead, facing such a killing god, most of the other villagers scattered like birds and beasts. The town's militia had also arrived, but naturally, they could not stop Lin Chong's rampage.

At this time, it was already early morning on the fourth day of the seventh month. There was no moon in the sky, only a few faint stars followed Lin Chong all the way west. In his grief-stricken mood, he ran blindly, not knowing how far he had run. The chaotic inner breath in his body gradually calmed down, but he had adapted to the movement of his body, flowing endlessly like the Yangtze River. Lin Chong had first been struck by despair this night, his qi and blood were in chaos, and then he suffered many injuries in his fight with Lin Zongwu. But in the more than ten years when he had almost given up everything, he had tempered and honed his skills. The more he suffered in his heart, the more he deliberately wanted to give up, and the more focused his subconscious tempering of his body became. Now that he had finally lost everything, he no longer suppressed himself. At the peak of his martial arts, his body gradually recovered with this night's running.

Intense emotions could not last too long. The chaos in Lin Chong's mind had gradually subsided with this journey. As he gradually became sober, only great sorrow and emptiness remained in his heart. The sorrow that he could not bear more than ten years ago turned in his mind like a revolving lantern. The memories that he dared not recall at that time rose and fell, spanning more than ten years, still lifelike. At that time, Bianliang, the martial arts hall, the all-night discussions with his comrades, his wife...

In this night's pursuit, he failed to catch up with Qi Ao or Tan Lu. When the sky gradually turned fish-belly white, Lin Chong's footsteps gradually slowed down. He walked to a small hillside, and the warm morning light gradually emerged from behind him. Lin Chong followed the wheel tracks on the ground, walking and weeping.

Everything was gone...

After shedding this tear, Lin Chong finally stopped crying. By this time, there were already pedestrians on the road. Lin Chong stole clothes from a village and changed into them. That afternoon, he arrived at another villa of the Qi family. Lin Chong broke in, interrogated them, and learned that Tan Lu and Qi Ao had parted ways last night during their escape. Qi Ao had changed his route halfway, asking his servants to come here. Lin Chong's child was now in Tan Lu's hands.

Lin Chong's mind had calmed down. Recalling the fight last night, Tan Lu had fled halfway, after all, he had not seen the result of the fight. Even if he was frightened at the time and fled first to save his life, he would inevitably have to return to Wozhou to inquire about the situation afterwards. Tan Lu and Qi Ao were two people that he had to find and kill, but the priority was to find Tan Lu first. After thinking like this, he began to rush back.

Then it was another journey. By this night, his body finally felt hungry. Lin Chong grabbed two snakes in the nearby mountains, skinned them, and ate them raw. The road ahead was endless. His body had not rested for two days and two nights, but even if he sat down and closed his eyes, he was still uneasy. His wife's eyes, smile, and voice turned before his eyes, a white dress, lifelike.

Then it was another journey. When dawn arrived, it was another burst of morning light. Lin Chong slumped down in the grass in the wilderness, staring blankly at the sunlight. As he was about to leave, he heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from around him. Many people were rushing from the side towards the mountain road ahead. When they got closer, they stopped and dismounted one after another.

"Hurry, hurry, everyone, take your weapons..."

"According to the homing pigeon, that guy is going south and will definitely pass through this mountain pass today..."

"This guy is not easy to deal with. In a big battle at the West Mountain Pass of Lvliang, he is said to have injured more than twenty people. This time, we will not talk about martial morality with him..."

"Yesterday, his hands and feet were injured at Jinbian Village. We must not let him escape today."

"Hold the crossbows steady--"

"Whoever leaves this person behind will be rewarded with a hundred guan (strings of coins) per person! Whoever kills him with his own hands will get a thousand guan--"

The crowd rushed forward, some shouting loudly. The sound of footsteps sounded like there were seventy or eighty people, all of whom had martial arts skills. The place where Lin Chong was sitting was next to rocks and a clump of tall grass. For a time, no one noticed him. He ignored these people and just stared blankly at the morning glow. Many years ago, he and his wife often went out for spring outings and had seen the morning sun like this.

Seventy or eighty people went to the woods not far away to ambush. There were also a few leaders watching the changes in the distance. Lin Chong wanted to leave, but he also knew that it would be troublesome to appear at this time. After waiting quietly for a while, a figure came flying from the distant mountains.

These seventy or eighty people seemed to be ambushing one person. As long as they fought, he could leave. Lin Chong thought in his heart. The galloping horse was getting closer. The man on the horse jumped off the ground. With almost the same speed as the galloping horse, he walked on all fours, like a giant spider splitting the grass, following the mountain. Arrows rained down like flying locusts, but completely missed him.

Someone shouted in the forest, and someone jumped out of the woods. Before he could hold the spear in his hand, it suddenly changed direction, piercing him through the tree. Lin Chong's figure walked past from the side, turning into a gust of wind and sweeping towards the dense crowd...

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