Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 1525 - 1522: Targeted

"It seems Brother Lin Tian doesn’t know Qinggong, he might be at a disadvantage fighting on the iron chains." The Ancient Martial Artists by the shore murmured softly.

"It is indeed strange, even we, ordinary Ancient Martial Artists, know some rudimentary Qinggong techniques." The other Ancient Martial Artists were also very puzzled.

Little did they know, Lin Tian was not an Ancient Martial Artist at all, but a zombie. Quick in speed and tremendous in strength, but he simply couldn’t do Qinggong. His fast running and high jumping relied purely on his immense strength.

"Miss Tang, do I pass the trial if I take three moves from you?" Lin Tian stood steadily on the iron chain, and asked.

"Anyone can pass, except you." Tang Muling said coldly, then turned to leave.

Damn, what’s going on? Not even giving a chance for the trial, just directly denied? Lin Tian, looking displeased, said: "What’s the meaning of this, Miss Tang? Even passing a death sentence needs a reason."

"Don’t you understand? I’m telling you to go back." Tang Muling replied expressionlessly.

"Heh..." Lin Tian laughed out of extreme anger, also coldly saying, "Now I get it, everything about me not having passage qualifications last time was bullshit, you are targeting me specifically."

Last time, when Lin Tian intended to enter the cabinet, he was blocked by Tang Muling. At that time, he refrained from using force out of respect for Xiao Manxue and Wang Wanxi. After returning, he even followed Qingshuang Pavilion’s rules to get an auction invitation to prove his qualifications.

Now it seems, they had no intention of letting him in at all; those so-called qualifications were just excuses. Lin Tian said coldly, "I have shown enough courtesy, doing everything according to your rules. Since you’ve turned unfriendly, don’t blame me, Lin Tian, for resorting to force!"

Tang Muling did not refute, did not explain, and showed no emotional fluctuation, only looked at Lin Tian indifferently.

Lin Tian stomped hard on the iron chain with a loud clang, causing the chain to undulate like waves in the sea. Such a violent tremor scared the people on the shore, realizing they couldn’t keep their balance on the shaking chain.

Tang Muling was the first to bear the brunt, but she lightly tapped with her feet. Her body seemed to lose weight, adhering steadily to the undulating chain.

Even as an Innate Expert, Lin Tian had no intention of shaking her off the chain. Instead, he used the recoil force to propel himself like an arrow off a string, or like a leopard hunting prey, towards Tang Muling.

In the blink of an eye, he closed the few meters gap and punched straight, without any flair, directly at Tang Muling’s throat. The force of the punch compressed the air, raising a gust that lifted the Female Sword Servant’s robe and hair, resembling a dark angel ready to soar away.

Suddenly, Tang Muling closed her fingers, thrusting like a sword, aiming directly at Lin Tian’s chest. As before, she defended by attacking, intending to disable Lin Tian before he could strike her.

A smile flashed in Lin Tian’s eyes. He disregarded everything, letting his punch strike forward, unconcerned with Tang Muling’s attack. As long as she didn’t use sword light, Lin Tian couldn’t be bothered to defend.

Tang Muling’s gaze slightly tensed, showing doubt, yet she decided to execute her sword finger strike. Confident in her abilities, even with restrained power, she believed she could hit Lin Tian’s chest, force coursing through his heart, destabilizing his power.

With a thud, Tang Muling’s sword finger struck Lin Tian’s chest. The observing Ancient Martial Artists started shaking their heads; being hit at the heart by an expert like Tang Muling usually means defeat.

Yet, in the next moment, their eyes widened. Lin Tian, hit, merely swayed slightly, his fist unabated, smashing downward.

Tang Muling’s eyes widened in disbelief, her battle instincts made her subconsciously dodge the throat, but the fist landed on her shoulder.

With a loud bang, Lin Tian’s punch powerfully struck. Caught off guard, Tang Muling was sent flying from the impact.

"Wow..."

The spectating Ancient Martial Artists were stunned, then burst into a chorus of exclamations. The previously arrogant long-haired man was dumbstruck, his mouth agape, mentally shaken by Lin Tian’s punch.

Lin Tian’s anger had not yet subsided. He wouldn’t show mercy to Tang Muling. Seizing the opportunity after one successful move, he pursued further, stepping onto the chain and lunging at Tang Muling mid-air.

His fist, like an overturning divine seal or Taishan Mountain pressing down, descended as if it intended to smash Tang Muling into the valley floor.

Tang Muling’s expression finally turned serious, nowhere to dodge mid-air. As Lin Tian’s fist approached, her palms extended swiftly, like two soft swords, arms looping around to entangle Lin Tian’s wrists.

The two became a single entity, the force of Lin Tian’s punch transferring through her arms, turning from a hit to a push, pushing Tang Muling backward until stopped ten steps away.

Tang Muling ingeniously used force, borrowing momentum, neutralizing Lin Tian’s fierce blow. Lin Tian furrowed his brows, realizing the Female Sword Servant’s strength surpassed Tang Ziqing.

Back on the chain, Lin Tian changed his fist to a claw, twisting his wrist to grab Tang Muling’s arm—a Grapple Skill learned from Ning Luoxi.

His change of move was very quick and sudden. Before Tang Muling could react, her arm was already grabbed. As her body’s True Qi surged through, it coursed into her arms with a violent shake, she twisted, her arm writhing like a snake trying to break free of Lin Tian’s grapple.

Yet, under exertion, Tang Muling discovered Lin Tian’s claw-like grip was as if made of King Kong steel, unable to break free. Startled, she then felt a lightness underfoot, lifting her entire body into the air.

Lin Tian, leveraging his strength, executed an over-the-shoulder throw on Tang Muling. With only a single chain below, the throw hurled her off the chain into the valley below.

Lin Tian’s gaze was cold, with no intention of rescue. Instead, he accelerated along the chain toward the opposite shore. Whether Tang Muling would fall to her death depended on her own fate.

Of course, Lin Tian guessed that an Innate Expert wouldn’t easily perish. Just as he sped a few steps, suddenly a "clang" sounded behind him— the sword drawn from its sheath, as if dragons singing.

Lin Tian slightly tilted his head, seeing Tang Muling had already drawn the Green Frost Sword, then unleashed a strike. Despite free-falling, she drew her sword to attack!

The Green Frost Sword’s cold light flashed, a snow-white sword light swiftly shot upward, aiming for Lin Tian’s legs. The "audience" on the shore was speechless—Tang Muling actually ignored the trial rules and employed the faction’s treasured weapon.

The sword light could harm a zombie’s body, especially one issued by an Innate Expert with the Green Frost Sword—sharp beyond measure. Lin Tian knew he couldn’t take it head-on.

He halted his forward momentum, stepping back half a step, the sword light narrowly grazing past, almost crippling his legs.

Lin Tian’s advance was hampered, Tang Muling flicked her hand, shooting out a fine rope no thicker than a finger, snowy white and glistening under the sun.

Amazingly, it was a rope woven from ice silken threads—Lin Tian was quietly astonished. Such a rope couldn’t be cut with a knife and supporting Tang Muling’s weight was no problem.