Just then, one of the men in black turned his head unintentionally, and his sharp, hawk-like eyes instantly caught the slightest movement in the grass. His eyes narrowed, and without the slightest hesitation, he flicked his wrist, sending a streak of black light flying like lightning towards the grass where Lin Yu and Zhao Ling'er were hiding.

Zhao Ling'er's already tense nerves instantly collapsed when she saw the menacing black light, and she screamed "Ah!" in panic. The sound seemed particularly abrupt and shrill in the tense atmosphere.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yu's reaction was nothing short of lightning-fast. He drew his longsword from his waist with astonishing speed, the entire movement fluid and seamless. With a rapid twist of his wrist, the sword flashed a dazzling, cold light in the sunlight. A crisp, loud clang rang out, sparks flew, and the black light revealed itself—a gleaming black throwing knife, spinning as it fell to the ground.

"Yo yo yo, not bad skills." At this moment, the man in black slowly walked out, his steps steady and powerful. His eyes were as cold as frost, staring at Lin Yu without any warmth, his gaze seemingly able to freeze a person's soul.

Zhao Ling'er, like a frightened bird, clung tightly to Lin Yu's arm, her body trembling uncontrollably like a leaf falling in the autumn wind. Her face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, and her eyes were filled with fear and helplessness.

Lin Yu gently patted Zhao Ling'er's back, trying to calm her down, while staring intently at the man in black, and slowly said, "What do you mean by this? Why are you attacking us for no reason?"

"Hmph, what do you mean?" The man in black smirked, revealing a mocking and cruel smile. "In this desolate wilderness, you're sneaking around in the bushes. What good people could you be? You might be in cahoots with this Black Tiger, plotting something sinister!"

Lin Yu frowned, his two sword-like eyebrows almost forming a line. His voice was deep and powerful as he said, "Don't make false accusations. We were just passing by and noticed some unusual activity, so we hid to observe. We didn't want to get involved in any unnecessary trouble."

The man in black snorted coldly, his voice sounding as if squeezed out of his nose, full of disdain: "Just passing by? What a coincidence! You won't be leaving here easily today unless you can prove your innocence."

Lin Yu's heart tightened; he knew a fierce battle was likely inevitable. He took a deep breath, as if drawing all the courage around him into his chest, and tightly shielded Zhao Ling'er behind him. He gripped his longsword even tighter, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Zhao Ling'er peeked out from behind Lin Yu, her voice trembling with tears, and said, "We really meant no harm, please let us go." Tears welled up in her eyes, and her gaze was full of pleading.

The man in black remained unmoved, his sneer deepening: "Let you go? That depends on whether you have the ability! There isn't that much mercy and compassion in this world."

At this moment, the atmosphere was extremely tense, as if frozen in time. The wind seemed to have stopped blowing, the leaves no longer rustled, and even the birds stopped singing, as if everyone was holding their breath and waiting for an impending storm to break out.

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