Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 938

Ling Yanyan shook his head and said, "You deserve it." With that, he turned and left.

"You little beast, I will not let you get away with this!" Yu Yangzi roared viciously.

Ling Yanyan said without turning his head, "I'll be waiting!"

"Pfft!" Yu Yangzi spat out another mouthful of foul blood.

As soon as Ling Yanyan left the inn, he felt a cold glint behind him. He was startled and quickly jumped into the flower bushes next to him.

"Ding!"

A dagger pierced through empty air.

Ling Yanyan slowly stood up, looked at the masked man in black not far away, and frowned as he asked, "Who are you?"

The masked man didn't speak, but instead approached Ling Yanyan directly.

"Whoosh!" The masked man's body turned into a blur, quickly rushing in front of Ling Yanyan and raising his hand to stab at Ling Yanyan's throat.

"Oh!"

Ling Yanyan punched the masked man's wrist, forcing him back.

The masked man stepped back a few meters, stared at Ling Yan Yan, and said in a sinister tone, "Who are you?"

Ling Yanyan looked at the masked man indifferently and said in an icy tone, "No matter who you are, if you dare to ambush me, don't blame me for being ruthless."

A sinister glint flashed in the masked man's eyes as he said, "Heh heh, I'd like to see how you're going to destroy this flower."

Before he could finish speaking, the masked man charged at Ling Yanyan again.

"Whoosh!"

The masked man disappeared again.

Ling Yanyan's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly retreated, creating distance between them.

"Hmph! A mere trick, watch this!" Ling Yanyan snorted coldly, then suddenly roared, throwing out both fists with thunderous force to meet the masked man.

“Bang!

Bang! "

Two massive energies collided, creating a hurricane. The two men each took a few steps back, wary of each other, but maintaining a safe distance.

A glint of light flashed in the masked man's eyes: "A martial artist? You're a martial artist too? Just who are you?"

Ling Yanyan coldly replied, "Why should I tell you?"

The masked man said coldly, "No matter who you are, you will die today!"

The masked man shot out again, his speed more than double that of before.

"Boom!"

Boom!

The masked man was incredibly fast, arriving in front of Ling Yanyan in the blink of an eye. He unleashed a flurry of punches, like a storm, attacking Ling Yanyan relentlessly.

"Clang clang clang!"

Ling Yanyan crossed his arms to block, and a series of metallic clanging sounds could be heard.

"boom!"

Suddenly, Ling Yanyan was injured in the left shoulder by a heavy palm strike from the masked man. He staggered back several steps and almost fell to the ground.

"Hmph!" The masked man sneered, lunged forward, and swung a whip kick at him.

Ling Yanyan couldn't dodge in time and took a solid kick, flying seven or eight meters away before landing in a disheveled state.

"hiss!"

Ling Yanyan clutched his abdomen, involuntarily gasping for breath. The masked man's kick to the stomach had made his internal organs churn, and he even felt like he was suffocating.

"Hehehe!" The masked man grinned maliciously, "Let's see how you escape now!" After saying that, the masked man took a step forward and threw another punch.

Ling Yanyan's eyelids twitched violently. He knew he was already injured and no match for the masked man. If he continued to fight head-on, he would only die. Therefore, Ling Yanyan decided to avoid a direct confrontation.

Ling Yan Yan lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure moving unpredictably to dodge the masked man's attack. He then slipped out from under the masked man's armpit and took the opportunity to punch him in the back of the head.

"puff!".

The masked man coughed up a mouthful of blood and stood there, pale-faced.

"Your cultivation has actually recovered?" The masked man looked at Ling Yan Yan in horror, his face full of disbelief.

Ling Yanyan stared coldly at the masked man and said in a cold voice, "I told you, I'm going to make you die a horrible death." With that, Ling Yanyan raised his fist, ready to deliver a punch.

"Do not kill me!"

Suddenly, the masked man knelt down, trembling as he begged, "Please, spare me. I'm willing to serve you like a slave."

Ling Yanyan was stunned for a moment, glancing at the masked man with surprise. He hadn't expected the masked man to suddenly back down and beg for mercy. However, Ling Yanyan was quick-witted and vaguely guessed the reason.

"Are you scared?" Ling Yanyan said calmly.