Chapter 234
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Chapter 234: You are impossible…
Alright. Lin Qiye nodded.
At that moment, the tavern owner abruptly yanked a dazed pilot from his seat and slammed him against the wall, driving a metal nail brutally into his limbs, pinning him to the wall.
He drew a small knife from his waist, intending to sever the pilot’s fingers, but in the next instant, two crisp sounds of blades rang out!
Clang—!!
Lin Qiye’s figure floated through the dense crowd of Shijie Ghost Children like a specter, his eyes flashing with cold light, as the blade struck directly at the tavern owner’s throat!
The tavern owner’s expression darkened, and he suddenly raised the knife in his hand to block Lin Qiye’s strike, his body crashing against the front glass of the plane!
Lin Qiye’s eyes narrowed slightly; he did not choose to hold back. Instead, he unleashed his full strength again, thrusting another straight knife into the glass behind the tavern owner, creating a crack!
Immediately, dense spiderweb-like cracks spread across the windshield.
Bang—!!
With a loud explosion, the central section of the windshield shattered, and a violent wind rushed into the narrow cockpit, instantly sweeping both Shijie Ghost Children out of the cabin, along with the tavern owner who was pressed against the glass.
As the two Shijie Ghost Children flew out of the aircraft, they screeched as they fell from the sky, but the tavern owner did not. At the moment he was ejected from the cockpit, he stabilized himself in a bizarre posture, as if someone had grabbed his ankle, firmly anchoring him to the nose of the plane.
Lin Qiye frowned slightly. Threads?
In his mental perception, the moment the tavern owner flew out of the cockpit, several invisible threads burst from the soles of his feet, piercing through the shoe soles and embedding into the metal skin of the nose, then splitting into extremely fine hooks, allowing him to stand there as steadily as Spider-Man.
The wind continued to pour into the cockpit without pause. Fortunately, An Qingyu had locked the door before entering; otherwise, all the passengers in the cabin would be thrown into chaos.
A resolute glint appeared in Lin Qiye’s eyes. He lightly stepped on the control panel with his right foot, and his body floated out through the shattered glass like it had no weight, following the tavern owner outside the plane!
The pale blue blade sliced through the swirling air, producing a piercing hum as it slashed toward the tavern owner!
The tavern owner sneered coldly, his fingertips splitting open, and ten transparent threads shot out like venomous snakes, flying toward Lin Qiye’s body with no resistance in the wind!
Lin Qiye’s movement paused for a moment as his mental acuity sharply caught the trajectory of the ten threads. He abandoned his attack with both knives and instead began to dance them in front of him, blocking the bizarre threads.
Clang—!!
The tips of the threads collided with the straight knives, producing fine sparks. The material of these threads was unknown; at times they were as soft as water, and at other times as hard as metal!
Lin Qiye’s body was jolted by this sudden strike, his center of gravity slightly off-balance. The rapidly flowing air pushed him back several steps until he barely stabilized himself at the top of the plane.
The tavern owner coldly laughed, stepping closer to Lin Qiye with each stride. With every step forward, the threads beneath his feet firmly gripped the aircraft’s body, allowing him to maintain his balance even in such a violent wind.
Lin Qiye slightly bent his body, lowering his center of gravity while reducing the surface area in contact with the wind, minimizing the resistance from it, his gaze fixed on the tavern owner before him.
Forbidden object?
The tavern owner’s lips curled slightly; it was merely a low-tier forbidden object of little use.
He raised his palm, and dense threads burst from the skin of his hand, weaving into a transparent short knife in mid-air. It had no weight but was incredibly sharp.
Sequence 351, [Weaving Threads], can be extended, split, and hardened at will with the infusion of mental power. It has no effect on others, but for someone with super-speed regeneration like me, it is the strongest weapon that exists within my body.
After saying this, his figure swayed, and he quickly charged toward Lin Qiye!
Lin Qiye slowly closed his eyes, fully concentrating on his mental perception, predicting the attack trajectories of each thread, and in an instant, he swung his straight knives!
Clang, clang, clang—!!
The sounds of continuous collisions rang out, the speed of the straight knives so fast that only afterimages remained. The bright moonlight reflected off the blades, seemingly leaving an impenetrable wall of light in front of Lin Qiye!
The tavern owner’s expression began to change. Since acquiring [Weaving Threads], he had often been able to kill effortlessly and invisibly, with most people unaware of what had killed them.
But this young man before him not only struck precisely at each thread but also began to gradually familiarize himself with the rhythm of his attacks, even starting to test counterattacks!
In the next moment, the night around Lin Qiye suddenly thickened, and the blade flashed with a dark gleam, cutting through several threads and landing squarely on the tavern owner’s chest!
Puff—!
As the blade passed, a large spurt of blood erupted from the gaping wound, deep enough to faintly reveal the ribs. The tavern owner’s expression changed, and he staggered back a few steps, his muscle tissue visibly repairing itself.
Two seconds later, the blood from his chest stopped flowing, and five seconds later, the gruesome wound was reduced to a faint scar. Seven seconds later, the wound that would have been fatal to an ordinary person had completely vanished.
What a hassle. Lin Qiye frowned.
The super-speed regeneration of this forbidden object was extremely unfriendly to someone like him who excelled in close combat; with each strike, it wouldn’t be long before the opponent could recover completely.
Lin Qiye took a deep breath, the wind causing his cloak to flutter, and he changed his steps, quickly closing the distance to the tavern owner.
This time, the tavern owner had learned his lesson. He knew he was no match for Lin Qiye in close combat, so he simply drew a handgun from his waist and pulled the trigger at Lin Qiye.
Bang, bang, bang—!
Three consecutive gunshots rang out, and a hint of darkness appeared in Lin Qiye’s pupils. The three bullets embedded themselves in the darkness surrounding him, unable to penetrate even a fraction further.
The tavern owner was momentarily stunned, still trying to comprehend what had happened when Lin Qiye’s knife was already at his face!
Threads burst forth again!
After Lin Qiye slashed dozens of times, seizing the opportunity, the blade once again glimmered with dark light, directly severing several threads, and he swung horizontally!
The pale blue blade sliced through the air, and in a flash, the straight knife cut the tavern owner’s throat, sending a head soaring into the air…
Immediately after, several threads shot out from the severed neck, grabbing the head in mid-air, rapidly pulling it back, and reattaching it to the neck.
The smooth severed edge gradually disappeared, and the tavern owner’s terrified eyes regained their luster, a hint of color returning to his pale face.
He was alive again!
He opened his mouth and laughed heartily, “You can’t possibly…”
Swish—!!
Another knife swung out, and the tavern owner’s head flew off once more…
