Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 36 is a thief

It is said that it is better to die speaking out than to live in silence, but for such people, you can only be angry at their lack of struggle and saddened by their silence.

Moreover, even when he gets old, he'll still do you some bad things.

It's like a toad crawling on your foot—it doesn't bite, but it's disgusting.

If you ask if they've made any major mistakes or transgressions, they haven't; if you ask if they've made any contributions, they haven't made a single one.

Then, Lang Chun looked at the two swords that Han Yun had slammed on the table and laughed, "Young friend, you can leave just as you came here. I won't make things difficult for you."

"I won't get involved in what happened to those three brats. Let's pretend we never saw them today, shall we?"

If it were anyone else, they would only feel a bellyful of anger with nowhere to vent it, but Han Yun is different!

"Are you telling me to leave empty-handed?" Han Yun said with a half-smile.

Lang Chun slapped his forehead: "My bad, how about I give my young friend some more local specialties?"

If it were anyone else, Lang Chun certainly wouldn't have been so polite, but he's an old man who's shrewd and cunning, and he's encountered all sorts of people from all walks of life. Now, he's a little unsure about the other party.

Na Kui, Ma Qi, and Tong Muqing must have been defeated by Han Yun, which shows that he is quite strong. So Lang Chun gave up the idea of ​​confronting him head-on.

What local specialties?

Lang Chun said, "I don't have many hobbies, except for antiques and treasures."

"Especially decades ago, it was heartbreaking to see those things being ruined like that, so I tried every means to bring back a lot of them."

"My house is full of valuable items. Take anything you like, don't be shy!"

Han Yun glanced at the antique shelf. He had thought it was made of brass, but upon closer inspection, he was surprised to find that it was made of gold, and a rare item with a purity of 99%.

"I don't care about your stuff, and even if I beat you to death, wouldn't all of this be mine anyway?"

Lang Chun's smile gradually froze, his eyes darkened, and he slowly stood up, his fingers gently stroking the corner of the table, his tone revealing a hint of coldness.

“Young friend, leave a way out for others, so you can meet again in the future. I, Lang Chun, have been in this area for decades, and no one has ever dared to disrespect me like this.”

Han Yun maintained his ambiguous smile: "Oh? Then it'll be available today."

Lang Chun narrowed his eyes, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed, looking earnest, and said, "Young man, being too hot-tempered is not a good thing. You'd better leave."

He turned his back and slowly walked to the window. In reality, Lang Chun had already silently drawn his throwing knife, waiting to launch a sneak attack when Han Yun turned to leave.

Han Yun didn't move, but gently tapped the two swords on the table, his tone playful as he refused, "No!"

Lang Chun turned around abruptly, a fierce glint in his eyes: "What do you want?"

Han Yun stared at him and slowly said, "You need to give me an explanation for what happened to those three traitors."

Lang Chun sneered: "They failed because they were incompetent. What does it have to do with me?"

Han Yun shook his head: "They are your people, and they are doing things you tacitly approved. You can pretend to be confused, but don't think that everyone else is a fool."

Faced with Han Yun's aggressive questioning, Lang Chun's wrinkles twitched slightly, and he suddenly smiled: "Good, very good."

He slowly walked back to the table, placed his hands on the surface, and leaned forward slightly. "Then tell me, what kind of explanation do you want?"

Han Yun did not answer, but looked at him quietly, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Lang Chun stared at him for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter. As he laughed, his expression changed abruptly, and a throwing knife appeared in his hand. He aimed directly at Han Yun's eye socket. His hand skills were already formidable, and throwing knives required lightning-fast strikes. Furthermore, Han Yun had already placed his two knives on the table; there was no reason he wouldn't succeed.

But surprisingly, Han Yun showed no surprise whatsoever.

You old scoundrel, you finally couldn't resist.

Lang Chun had only thrown halfway when a sharp pain shot through his wrist.

He looked down and saw a thin line of blood on his wrist. Then, blood gushed out and the throwing knife clattered to the ground.

"you……!"

Lang Chun clutched his wrist, staggered back two steps, his eyes filled with horror.

Han Yun remained seated in his chair, the scalpel in his hand twirling gently, its cold light reflecting in his indifferent eyes.

"You old thief, do you think I'll let you slaughter me just because I put down my two swords?"

Lang Chun's face turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "What a skill! I misjudged you!"

Han Yun slowly stood up, the scalpel flying between his fingers like a living thing: "People like you are a menace as long as you're alive. 'Old age without dying is thievery,' that's exactly what people like you are."

"You have the desire but not the courage. You clearly want it, but you still insist on going through all the trouble. Now I'm personally delivering it to your door."

As he spoke, Han Yun picked up the two swords on the table. The black sword and the white sword were drawn, emitting a chilling aura of black and white.

Seeing Han Yun draw his twin swords, the black and white blade energy surging like a raging torrent, Lang Chun immediately swung his single arm, and twelve silver beams shot out from his sleeve in the blink of an eye!

The throwing knives were arranged in three groups in a "品" shape, with four knives in each group connected end to end, and the sound of them cutting through the air was sharp like a whistle.

Han Yun crossed his twin swords in front of his chest, and the White Calf Blade suddenly emitted a trembling sound like a dragon's roar.

With a light step of his right leg, the black blade traced a crescent-shaped arc, severing six of the twelve throwing knives in one fell swoop.

The remaining six blades were already within three feet of his face, but Han Yun twisted his waist and spun around, raising the white calf blade from bottom to top in a gleaming wheel. The blade energy transformed into the shape of a bull's head, just like a white bull raising its horns.

The blade wheel collided with the throwing knives, sparks flying everywhere. All twelve throwing knives were severed, causing Lang Chun a pang of pain in his heart. These were all objects he had nurtured for years!
The art of throwing knives can be about quality or quantity.

To achieve quality, one needs a high degree of unity and focus of energy and spirit; once the target is reached, it will be hit the mark. No further explanation is needed.

Lang Chun clearly focused on quantity, releasing energy like a celestial maiden scattering flowers. Because it was nurtured by innate Qi, it broke through the air extremely quickly. By utilizing the launching technique and wrist strength, he could even manipulate the air to a certain extent.

Although not as powerful as telekinesis, within a few short years one can acquire a certain number of throwing knives, which can kill people faster than telekinesis within a certain distance.

Thirty paces away, the gun is fast.

Within thirty steps, it's hard to say.

But today they encountered Han Yun, a man who fights with speed. His actions were completed in the blink of an eye, leaving ordinary people with no time to react.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lang Chun retreated three steps and raised his one arm again.

This time, the throwing knives didn't shoot in a straight line, but instead flew in strange arcs from all directions.

Han Yun sneered, and suddenly changed his grip on the twin swords, holding the Black Dragon sword in reverse and the White Dragon sword in the forward grip. He spun rapidly like a top, and the sword light transformed into a black and white tornado, shredding all the flying knives.

Within the vortex of blade energy, Han Yun's figure had already blurred, and then a pure white blade energy, carrying layers of afterimages, slashed out through the air.

(End of this chapter)