This Martial Saint is Too Cautious

"And how should I address you, senior?"

Lin Yan, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, extending his hand toward Zhang Xiong with a smile.

Zhang Xiong instinctively reached out, but the moment his palm touched Lin Yan’s, he snatched it back and snorted, "Zhang Xiong!"

Lin Yan used Introspection to check the height of the gray Martial Arts Tree in his mind, and the smile vanished from his face. ’Zhang Xiong’s Martial Arts Tree is still a ways from three feet tall. He’s not even at the Third-Time of Skin Smoothing. In that case, there’s no need for me to be polite.’

"Madam Lin, since I’ve received the Lin Mansion’s patronage, I have a responsibility to help resolve any troubles you face. I just have to ask, does this situation count as trouble?"

Upon hearing Lin Yan’s words, Qin Yin froze for a moment before she understood his meaning. Young Master Lin wanted to make a move on Zhang Xiong.

Young Master Lin had broken through to the Third-Time of Skin Smoothing. Zhang Xiong would be no match for him.

Although Zhang Xiong’s intentions were impure, the memory of the sworn brotherhood he once shared with her husband made Qin Yin offer one last warning. "Zhang Xiong, I will say this one last time. This is a Lin Family matter, and it has nothing to do with you. You can still leave now."

Zhang Xiong’s gaze lingered on Qin Yin’s stern face and her white dress, and a lustful itch stirred within him.

’A woman is most fetching in mourning clothes.’

’And she was his sister-in-law, no less.’

’In his mind, Qin Yin was already his prize to claim. He would never allow another man to lay a finger on her.’

"Big Brother’s bones are not yet cold. How could I simply stand by and do nothing?"

As he finished speaking, Zhang Xiong’s gaze shifted to Lin Yan. "It seems defeating Cheng Zonghan has made you arrogant. Thinking of taking me on? Then come on."

He had heard of Lin Yan’s name before.

But defeating Cheng Zonghan was nothing. He ranked in the top three among the Second-Time Skin Smoothing Martial Artists in Guangping County Town. Only the late Patriarch of the Wang Family could have decisively put him in his place.

A vicious light flared in Zhang Xiong’s eyes. His aura surged, and with a sudden stomp, he pounced toward Lin Yan like a fierce tiger descending a mountain!

"A few years of Martial Arts and you’ve already grown arrogant and reckless. You’re courting death!"

He threw a punch, the wind from his fist whistling as it shot straight for Lin Yan’s face.

The punch was powerful and heavy, more than a notch stronger than Cheng Zonghan’s palm strike had been.

"Such a foul mouth."

Lin Yan’s expression remained unchanged. Facing Zhang Xiong’s aggressive punch, he didn’t retreat but advanced, meeting it with a punch of his own.

THUD!

As their fists connected, a dull boom echoed through the hall.

Lin Yan’s body didn’t move an inch, but Zhang Xiong stumbled back three steps, a look of shock flashing across his face.

"Is that all?"

Lin Yan spoke lightly, his tone as calm as if he were merely stating a fact.

Zhang Xiong’s face flushed red. With a furious roar, he lunged again.

This time, his attack was even fiercer, a flurry of fist-shadows enveloping Lin Yan and targeting his vital points.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Three punches clashed.

Zhang Xiong retreated again, his right arm trembling slightly. The back of his fist was already red and swollen.

He stared at Lin Yan in disbelief. ’This person... How can this person be so strong?’

"Now, it’s my turn!"

Lin Yan took a step forward.

A chill shot through Zhang Xiong’s heart. He instinctively tried to retreat, only to find that Lin Yan had already closed the distance like a phantom.

One punch.

A simple punch, without any flashy moves.

But the moment the punch was thrown, Zhang Xiong’s pupils shrank. He saw the air fill with fist-shadows and a Fist Momentum that crashed down on him like a tidal wave!

"Fis—"

Before the word left his lips, the fist had arrived.

CRACK!

The sound of a sternum shattering exploded through the hall.

Zhang Xiong was sent flying backward. He slammed heavily into a hall pillar, then slid to the floor, twitched twice, and went still.

Blood slowly pooled beneath him.

The hall fell deathly silent.

Qin Yin stood frozen in place, her lips slightly parted, her face a mask of disbelief.

’Zhang Xiong was dead? Just like that?’

She looked at Lin Yan. The young figure stood there quietly, his expression as calm as if he had just swatted a fly.

"Young... Young Master Lin..."

Her voice trembled, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words.

Although Zhang Xiong hadn’t broken through to the Third-Time of Skin Smoothing, he was still one of the top masters at the Second-Time Skin Smoothing.

Lin Yan turned and gave her a slight nod. "Madam, would you say the trouble is resolved?"

’If I hadn’t wanted to reveal my full strength in front of others, a single punch would have been enough for trash like him.’

Qin Yin took a deep breath, calming her heaving chest. "Please don’t worry, Young Master Lin. Zhang Xiong wasn’t from Guangping County. My husband met him while traveling, and he followed my husband to Guangping County Town after they became sworn brothers. The Lin Mansion will handle the aftermath. We will ensure this causes you no trouble."