Top-Tier Superpower Student

Several assassins quickly charged out. Lin Tian feigned a punch and rapidly dodged to the left, then a switchblade knife suddenly shot out from the center of the assassins, whistling through the air.

The switchblade, like an arrow off its string, seemed almost to have eyes of its own, striking Li Qing dead center in the forehead without deviation.

Li Qing didn't even have a chance to grunt before he was killed instantly, his body falling to the ground lifeless, yet still wearing a look of disdain towards Lin Tian.

Death like this was also good, a merciful death without suffering.

"What?"

Liang Dong cried out in alarm, not expecting Lin Tian to be so fierce that he could kill Li Qing with one throw, even amidst the heavy encirclosure of assassins.

Liang Dong, sweating all over, quickly hid behind a large, foolish man, genuinely afraid that Lin Tian would kill him with a throw as well.

As for Xue Qiang, he was a bit savvier than Li Qing, having never shown his face from start to end, silently observing everything from the shadows, even thinking ahead about his escape routes.

After Lin Tian killed Li Qing with one throw, his anger subsided considerably, and he slowly retreated; those assassins also didn't dare to act rashly and backed off as well.

Both parties stood off, neither daring to attack rashly.

"Anyone who wants to kill me must be prepared to be killed," Lin Tian said coldly, staring at Liang Dong.

No longer daring to talk back, Liang Dong didn't even dare show his face, and he roared, "All together, kill him!"

"Kill!"

The crowd let out a thunderous shout in unison, shaking the leaves on the trees.

Over five hundred people charged at Lin Tian together.

Lin Tian spun around on the spot, scanning the crowd with his gaze, fists clenched, veins bulging, like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus.

When a Tyrannosaurus unleashes its fury, it is truly terrifying!

"Roar!"

Lin Tian roared, like a fierce tiger returning to the mountain. Two assassins approached him, swinging their knives at him.

Lin Tian dodged the blades, planting his fists on the bodies of the large knives. With two dull thuds, the steel-forged large knives were literally broken by Lin Tian's bare fists, and those two assassins were struck dead by Lin Tian's punches, several of their bones broken on the spot.

A dozen assassins swiftly attacked, Lin Tian delivered a punch to one assassin's throat, snapping his cervical spine, then snatched his half-meter-long scimitar and began a deadly rampage.

The flickering knife light and whistling sword blooms created streaks of white light all around Lin Tian. Each strike was marked by a streak of white light, and each streak of white light represented a fresh life coming to an end.

A real man, fighting valiantly in all directions!

Lin Tian slashed through men like chopping vegetables, with a knife in hand, who in the world could compete.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Tian had become drenched in blood, bathed in the blood of his foes.

In less than five minutes, more than fifty assassins lay dead at Lin Tian's feet, his scimitar blunted to useless, dull iron.

Yet even this piece of dull iron deterred everyone. In just five minutes, Lin Tian had killed a tenth of them, Lin Tian himself unscathed, which chilled the remaining fighters to the core, staring at Lin Tian, none daring to come forward and fight.

At this moment, Lin Tian was like a Demon King, a merciless killer Demon King.

"Obstruct me, and die!"

Lin Tian shouted these four words, tossed aside the useless piece of iron, and, clenching his fists, took step by step forward.

Every step Lin Tian took forward, the assassins retreated one step, his gaze making whoever he looked at shiver, everyone chilled to the bone, no one daring to meet his gaze. Those stared down by Lin Tian felt as though they were being watched by King Yan himself.

Just as Lin Tian was about to break free, suddenly, over ten powerful presences burst forth, and more than ten figures charged towards Lin Tian from various directions at high speed, all of them powerful fighters just half a step from condensing their power mirror.

Being able to mobilize more than ten such formidable figures was not common, even Lin Tian was surprised, realizing Liang Dong had such powerful backing.

He exhaled a long breath, fists clenched, ready to face the approaching grand battle.

A powerful figure charged swiftly toward him, his superpower that of fire, raising his hand and firing a fireball at Lin Tian.

Lin Tian also deployed the Fire Control Technique, quickly forming a fireball and hurling it forward.

"Boom!"

The two fireballs collided, erupting in a tremendous explosion. Lin Tian's fireball directly devoured the opponent's fireball, the explosion immediately killing the opponent, leaving no trace of his remains.

Three more half-step power mirror fighters charged at him next, each wielding a Treasured Sword, their blades fiercely sharp and glaringly brilliant.

They were too fast for Lin Tian to evade, forcing him to confront them directly.

He quickly picked up two large knives from the ground, dodged one man's Treasured Sword, then with both hands, blocked the swords of the other two.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The two loud clangs reverberated as two Treasured Swords and two large knives fiercely collided. The Treasured Swords were ferocious, overpowering the large knives, which Lin Tian's were completely severed by. Undeterred, he withstood a sword strike with his body, then swept his broken blade, killing one of the warriors.

Lin Tian took a sword blow to the shoulder, a wound over twenty centimeters long, his battle garments soaked in blood, a ghastly sight.

"Damn it, one day, I will possess a Treasured Sword that is peerlessly sharp," Lin Tian roared.

If it weren't for his weapon not being sharp enough, Lin Tian wouldn't have been injured just now.

Lin Tian threw away his broken sword, seized the Treasured Sword from the man he had just killed, and ignoring his wounds, he roared and struck with his sword.

He was fighting against more than a dozen half-step mirror masters; lingering in battle was not wise, only fighting to the death offered a chance to survive.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he drank four potions, exchanging minor injuries for fatal blows, consecutively bringing down four half-step mirror masters.

At this moment, Lin Tian had sustained dozens of knife and sword wounds, and even with potions, nothing could stop his injuries.

Lin Tian gradually weakened, his sword strikes lacked force, and bleeding profusely, he felt dizzy and sleepy.

A strong fighter took advantage of the chaos to launch a sneaky attack, punching Lin Tian hard in the back; he screamed as the sound of his bones breaking could be heard clearly.

Lin Tian was sent flying ten meters away, slamming hard against a big tree, and fell to the ground, motionless.

"Hahaha...!" Liang Dong yelled from not far away, "Quick, Lin Tian is barely breathing, whoever kills him first will be handsomely rewarded!"

The man who had just sneak-attacked Lin Tian, eager to take credit, rushed recklessly to Lin Tian's side.

Lin Tian lay bloody in the grass, and when the man approached, Lin Tian suddenly opened his eyes, his large eyes glaring fiercely at him like bronze bells.

Seeing Lin Tian's eyes, he felt as though he had seen an Asura from Hell, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

For a moment, he even forgot that he was there to kill Lin Tian; he just stared at Lin Tian and did not make a move.

With his last strength, Lin Tian struck with his sword, fierce and precise, piercing the throat of his attacker just as he fell, Lin Tian managed to stand up.

"Is he a man or a ghost!"

"So strong!"

"Let's all be cautious, don't underestimate him."

..., ...

The moment Lin Tian stood up, everyone was startled; eight half-step mirror masters, along with over four hundred assassins, surrounded the severely injured Lin Tian, but none dared to approach.

They were all intimidated by Lin Tian's presence.

Lin Tian was now only able to stand, injured in more than ten places, and having taken a fierce punch to the back, he was utterly exhausted and could not even muster the strength to take out another potion.

Liang Dong watched anxiously from behind, even he could see that Lin Tian was on his last breath, wondering why these people still did not advance to kill Lin Tian together.

"Go, what are you waiting for, if anyone kills Lin Tian, I'll reward them with ten million," Liang Dong shouted angrily.

Under the urging of Liang Dong and the double temptation of ten million, everyone charged at Lin Tian again.

Lin Tian's consciousness was now blurred, he had no strength to fight back, and even standing was difficult.

A half-step mirror master was the first to reach him, leaping into the air, his blade aiming to split Lin Tian in two.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, a crossbow arrow shot through the air, targeting the man about to strike Lin Tian.

The man hastily retracted his blade and dodged quickly, but it was a moment too late, and the crossbow arrow pierced deeply into his right chest. He screamed in agony and fell into the bushes, motionless, his life and death unknown.

"Who, who...!"

Everyone simultaneously retreated, weapons in hand, their eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for the archer.

"Boom, boom, boom...!"

A thunderous noise abruptly rose, shaking the entire forest.

"It's a tank, a tank is coming," someone cried out.

"It's not a tank, it's Fang Shaoxiong's Death War Chariot," another exclaimed.

Dozens of massive chariots charged into the crowd at the same time, crashing through anything in their path, even snapping large trees fifty meters tall at a blow.

"Damn it, it's him again, do whatever it takes to hold off Fang Shaoxiong's war chariot, we must kill Lin Tian," Liang Dong roared from behind.

Liang Dong knew that if they failed to kill Lin Tian today, it would be even harder to kill him in the future.

Easy for Liang Dong to say, his hundred-plus cars couldn't stop Fang Shaoxiong's war chariot, how could they expect their flesh and blood to stop Fang Shaoxiong.

Almost simultaneously, all the chariots revealed a large iron hammer above each of their four wheels, each hammer tipped with iron spikes over thirty centimeters long.

The twelve chariots simultaneously charged into the crowd, creating swathes of death wherever they went; the Death War Chariot was like a meat grinder, frenziedly harvesting the lives of the crowd.

"Run, run...!"

The crowd was petrified, and following someone's shout, all that remained scattered and escaped, trampling countless others, and more than a hundred people were directly hit or crushed to death by the Death War Chariot.

The air was filled with the smell of fresh blood, turning a once pristine forest into a slaughterhouse.

"Damn, retreat," Liang Dong angrily ordered, just one step away from killing Lin Tian, but Fang Shaoxiong had thwarted his plans; even though he was extremely reluctant, he dared not linger, understanding the lethal power of Fang Shaoxiong's Death War Chariot.

The remaining people all retreated, Fang Shaoxiong quickly rescued Lin Tian, placed him in the war chariot, and sped down the mountain.