The Martial Doctor-Chapter 123 - 115: Mr. Xue

"Pei, I’ve never been confronted like this in Dongshan City. Forget about any ridiculous Da Li laws. My words are the law in Da Li. Charge in and capture the person!" Mr. Xue refused to give up and waved his hand to give the order.

"Anyone who dares to step half a foot into my Lin household, dies!"

Lin Miao suddenly noticed a strange smile on Mr. Pei’s lips, and his heart skipped a beat.

This kid surely has bad intentions and deliberately said this.

Mr. Xue is a hot-tempered person who can’t tolerate "provocation." Once provoked, he disregards everything.

Facing the staff-wielding guards of the Marquis Lingyang’s Mansion charging forward, Lin Miao had no time to think and was forced to fight back.

According to his nature, he would have gone on a killing spree.

But this was at his doorstep, watched by countless hidden eyes. He couldn’t kill recklessly, at least not let anyone die on the spot, or he’d be in trouble even if he was in the right.

He had to reveal a bit of his strength as most of the people in the mansion were defenseless women. Xia Zhu, although cultivated, had little combat experience, and Mr. Xie could barely hold off one or two; likely, he wouldn’t go all out unless at death’s door.

He must keep these people outside, not letting them step half a foot into the Lin Mansion.

Lin Miao was unafraid, jumped up, and kicked two guards away, then plunged into the group of attacking guards.

He struck hard, but avoided the vital spots.

The guards of the Marquis Lingyang’s Mansion had some cultivation, the lowest being middle-grade Bone Forging, and the leader was mid-grade.

Simultaneously facing an assault from at least seven or eight people, Lin Miao didn’t want to overly expose his real strength, utilizing his speed and agility advantage, Xingyi Fist, wide and open movements, and heavy punches, aimed at reducing the opponent’s living strength.

This fighting style consumed a lot of energy, but for Lin Miao, with his enduring breath, it wasn’t a problem, and he might even use these people as a whetstone.

This kind of combat experience was incredibly valuable to him.

"Little Marquis, this kid’s body technique is agile, his footwork strange, and his fist technique is incredibly fierce. When Er Yong and the others touch him slightly, they get injured..." The middle-aged man with a stern face beside Mr. Xue noticed something. His cultivation was evidently above these people, at least high-grade Bone Forging Realm, maybe even perfect.

Besides using Xingyi Fist to counter, Lin Miao employed techniques from "Tai Chi" to borrow and deflect strength. Thus, surrounded by seven or eight people, he wasn’t struggling.

Moreover, the guards’ attack coordination was quite poor, clearly lacking practice and experience in this area.

If they had been well-coordinated, he would have had to genuinely use his true strength to contend with them.

But now, he could easily play them around without much exertion.

"What a cunning brat, clear the way, I’ll deal with him!" The guard leader drew a long sword from the scabbard hung by the horse’s belly, slashed from horseback, aiming horizontally at Lin Miao’s waist.

Clearly, the intention was to slice him in half with one stroke.

The murderous intent was glaringly obvious!

"Whirlwind Thirteen Blades!"

This guy was from the "Green Blade Sect," and Lin Miao recognized it at a glance. He had seen Huang Yulang use the same blade technique, but this person was better. He quickly retreated, employing the "Wild Goose" body technique, having no choice, as he didn’t want to be sliced with one stroke.

His expression slightly changed, glancing at his robe cut open at the abdomen, thankfully dodged fast, almost getting his guts spilled.

The guard leader was surprised by Lin Miao dodging what was clearly a killer blow, but he didn’t stop swinging his sword.

The "Whirlwind Thirteen Blades" from the Green Blade Sect was indeed a formidable blade technique, with the blade movements resembling a whirlwind, enveloping Lin Miao like a fierce storm, blocking all his paths except retreat and avoidance.

Seeing a wooden stick at his feet, probably dropped by his earlier blow, a guard’s weapon under Mr. Xue.

His foot slipped, hooking it up.

The long staff reached his hand, he instantly swung it down towards the opponent’s forehead.

You have a blade, I have a staff!

It’s either you die or I perish.

The guard leader was startled, Lin Miao’s brutal, life-for-life fighting style was something he had never encountered. If the opponent perished under his stroke, this staff’s force, at least of a thousand pounds, would shatter his skull!

Not wanting to die, he had to withdraw force, redirecting the sword to block.

Unexpectedly, Lin Miao was feigning, it was a test of guts, with staff skill like a dragon, a sweeping strike, unleashing endless staff shadows sweeping forward.

Turning defense into attack!

At this moment, the guard leader realized this youth’s cultivation was actually Bone Forging Realm, his foundation even more solid, standing like a mountain.

Misjudged!

Wu Lang’s Eight Trigrams Staff.

Lin Miao had practiced for a long time, but using it against an enemy was a first; thus, it was somewhat jerky at first, but quickly reached a state where man and staff were one.

Bang bang...

The staff points like raindrops, almost obscuring the beaten but only retreating guard leader’s figure, too fast, each swing creating afterimages.

What a vicious young man!

The bystanding guards were all scared away, fearing if this boy had used such staff skills earlier, they’d have been turned to pulp.

Clearly, he had shown mercy.

Both Mr. Xue and Mr. Pei turned pale with fear, pulling the reins tight, their horses backing away non-stop, faces paling.

Mr. Xue knew well, the prowess of the guard leader beside him was unmatched within the Marquis’s Mansion.

Yet this expert from Green Blade Sect was suppressed by a mere youth without any chance to counter.

Had he not witnessed it, he’d never believe it.

"Pei, what do we do?" Mr. Xue asked in panic, realizing they couldn’t succeed today, his expert was beaten, fearing even getting hit himself; he was contemplating retreat.

"Little Marquis, a wise man knows when to retreat. How about..." Mr. Pei’s eyes shifted, having wanted to flee long ago.

Before Mr. Pei could finish, the guard leader’s hand holding the sword was hit by Lin Miao’s staff, sending the long sword flying into the air.

A scream!

The staff halted half an inch from the guard leader’s face, time seemingly stopped.

If Lin Miao wished, that strike would have splattered his brains.