Chapter 787: Chapter 787

Although Lin Chen's injuries were still healing, he dared not delay.

Li Yuqing was the first girl Lin Chen had met in Zhonghai City.

She was gentle and kind, yet such a good girl had been kidnapped because of him, which made him feel extremely guilty.

Lin Chen drove quickly to the abandoned warehouse.

Though it was an hour's journey, Lin Chen arrived at the abandoned factory in just twenty minutes.

As soon as he reached the factory, Lin Chen saw more than ten burly men standing inside, all wearing masks and holding gleaming machetes in their hands.

At the end of the factory, Li Yuqing was tied to an iron frame with her mouth sealed with duct tape.

As Lin Chen walked in, Li Yuqing struggled desperately, her expression becoming agitated.

Next to Li Yuqing, sitting on a chair, was a young man – it was Zhang Jun.

Lin Chen's gaze turned cold as he stared at Zhang Jun, "Your Zhang family really has class, attacking a girl ."

Zhang Jun sneered coldly, his tone icy, "Kid, I advise you to hand over the Soul Resurrection Grass, otherwise neither you nor this woman will walk out of this factory."

"Is that so? I'd like to see how you're going to keep me here," Lin Chen snorted coldly.

"You're seeking death, go get him!" Zhang Jun waved his hand, and the dozen men with knives in the factory sprang into action.

Beneath the night sky, over a dozen burly men, emanating a cold murderous aura, swinging machetes gleaming with cold light, rushed towards Lin Chen.

Despite his body not having fully recovered, Lin Chen still clenched his teeth, his body darting towards the men in black like lightning.

Lin Chen's footwork was elusive like a phantom, cunningly dodging beneath the gleam of knives, skillfully avoiding the machetes swung at him.

As the blades flashed past, Lin Chen flashed behind a big man, reached out with one hand, twisted his wrist directly, caught his falling machete, and then delivered a kick.

The burly man's body soared into the air, crashing down like a stone upon two other men behind him.

Behind Lin Chen, two men in black swung their machetes at his back.

Feeling the chilling wind from behind, Lin Chen flicked his wrist, executed an "Autumn Wind Sweeping Fallen Leaves," and sent the two slashing blades flying.

Before the two could react, Lin Chen's machete had already swept across their necks.

The two burly men fell to the ground, dead.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Under the night sky, Lin Chen's machete, bearing a fierce murderous aura and flashing cold light, continuously reaped the lives of the men in black.

More men in black kept falling, and in hardly three minutes, all the men in black who had pounced on Lin Chen were chopped down.

Although these men were not very strong, Lin Chen had just suffered serious injuries, so the intense fight caused his newly healed wounds to tear open again.

Seeing his men chopped down by Lin Chen, Zhang Jun's expression turned even colder, and he said to two men in black behind him, "Hu Lao, Gu Lao, make your move and cripple this kid."

Upon hearing Zhang Jun's words, two elderly men flashed out from behind him.

Seeing these two men, a serious expression flashed in Lin Chen's eyes.

Both elders were at the early stage of Dan Yuan realm. If Lin Chen hadn't been injured, these two posed no threat to him, but he had just been through a fierce battle, and his body was at its weakest.

The two elders' eyes burst with murderous intent, like two black bolts of lightning, they swung their fists towards Lin Chen.

The punches of both men carried the sound of tearing wind, as if the air around them was being split apart.

Both practiced hard kung fu, their fists possessing the force of a thousand jins; if struck, even a wall could likely be smashed into a hole, and if hit on a person, the result would definitely be bones shattered and tendons snapped.

Lin Chen's feet shifted unpredictably, weaving through the shadows of their punches, as he swung his palms wrapped in golden Spiritual Energy, contending with both opponents.

Facing strong enemies, each strike Lin Chen launched caused his newly healed wounds to tear painfully open again, and soon his body was riddled with fresh wounds, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

These two men were sly and seasoned veterans, quickly noticing Lin Chen's injuries.

The corners of their mouths curled into a sinister smile as their assaults grew more ferocious, aiming to take down Lin Chen in one fell swoop.

With extensive battle experience, these two elders had fought countless battles. Even if Lin Chen had not been injured, facing them would have been difficult, let alone now with serious injuries.

Soon, Lin Chen was forced to retreat step by step by the two elders, the situation alarmingly perilous.

Under their relentless attack, Lin Chen stumbled backward, his body acquiring more injuries.

Seeing Lin Chen in dire straits, Zhang Jun revealed a fierce grin.

Meanwhile, Li Yuqing struggled desperately, her eyes brimming with anxious tears.

Lin Chen's fist collided with one of the elders, and before he could stabilize, the other elder's attack had already struck.

Lin Chen's expression shifted slightly as he soared backward.

Still, he was a split second too slow and his shoulder was seized by the elder's iron claw, tearing off a chunk of flesh.

Blood spurted as Lin Chen staggered back four or five steps.

His eyes hardened, not retreating but instead charging toward the elder with a punch out.

The elder, thinking Lin Chen would run after such a heavy blow, was surprised when he met his attack head-on, his own fist also raised with a ferocious snarl.

Their fists collided, Lin Chen tasting blood at the edge of his mouth as another mouthful of blood sprayed out.

With a cold look, the elder was about to deliver a fatal blow to Lin Chen, only to see an icy smile slide across Lin Chen's lips.

As the elder's fist raised, just about to smash down, he suddenly felt a chill in his mind, freezing in place.

At that moment, terror flashed across the elder's face, but just as he recovered from his daze, he felt a pain in his chest and a burst of blood erupted.

His chest had been smashed by Lin Chen's iron fist, his eyes filled with unwillingness as he fell to his death.

This scene unfolded in the blink of an eye, and the other elder and Zhang Jun had not even grasped what had happened when the corpse fell.

The other elder let out a heart-wrenching roar, charging at Lin Chen like lightning, unleashing a palm strike.

The man who had just died was his fellow disciple; they had shared decades of camaraderie. Seeing his longtime friend dead, how could he not be furious?

The palm strike carried all his hatred and full strength.

Lin Chen tried to dodge but had already grown somewhat weak. Though he avoided a fatal blow, his recently injured shoulder was struck again by the elder's palm.

Lin Chen's shoulder caved in quickly and he spewed another mouthful of blood, crashing heavily into a metal frame.

Watching Lin Chen sustain severe injuries again, Li Yuqing emitted a pained cry, tears falling like broken pearls.

The elder's eyes flashed murderously as he advanced toward Lin Chen, "Boy, I will crush your bones one by one to avenge my junior brother!"