"He’s finally here!"
Upon seeing Su Luo’s figure, Dong Fei and Xu Yanran instantly became excited. The moment they saw Su Luo, they felt as if they could already envision the scene of them trampling him under their feet later.
Lin Jiangpu’s gaze also fell on Su Luo, and his eyes slightly narrowed.
[How come this kid seems a bit stronger than the last time I saw him?]
A trace of shock flickered through Lin Jiangpu’s heart.
The rate of Su Luo’s growth was simply too terrifying.
This incited an even stronger killing intent within Lin Jiangpu.
However, he wasn’t afraid, for looking across the entire Jiangbei, there had never been a young person who could make it onto the list of Jiangbei’s Top Ten martial artists, Su Luo, no matter how much stronger, could not possibly be his match.
Su Luo walked in.
"Where’s the transfer agreement for the ancestral home?" Su Luo looked at Dong Fei and Xu Yanran and asked.
"You want the old house’s transfer agreement? Fine, as agreed, sign the life-and-death document first and also cure my...hidden ailment. Otherwise, there’s nothing to talk about!" said Dong Fei hastily.
He was just trying his luck, without really hoping that Su Luo would be willing to heal him. Most of his hopes lay in the possibility that after Su Luo was captured by Lin Jiangpu, he would be forced to treat him.
To his surprise, Su Luo actually nodded: "Alright."
Dong Fei was astonished.
Xu Yanran quickly tugged at Dong Fei: "Brother Fei, what are you dawdling for?"
She had significant needs, and if Dong Fei’s problem persisted, their happy life would be in jeopardy. It could be said that Xu Yanran’s urgency for Dong Fei’s recovery was no less than his own.
"Yes, yes, yes." Dong Fei promptly took out the old house’s transfer agreement and handed it to Su Luo.
After looking over it and confirming that it was the original copy of the "Su Family Ancestral House Transfer Agreement" they had signed earlier, Su Luo tore it up on the spot and turned it into powder with his True Qi.
"The life-and-death document?" Su Luo then looked towards Lin Jiangpu.
"I have already signed it." Lin Jiangpu’s eyes filled with killing intent, handing over the life-and-death document to Su Luo.
The template for the life-and-death document came from the Martial Arts Association, tailored for martial artists, permitting them to engage in mortal combat.
If one signed the life-and-death document, they would not be held accountable for killing the other party.
Su Luo looked it over, then signed his name on the spot and pressed his handprint.
"Let’s begin."
Su Luo looked toward Lin Jiangpu and said.
Killing intent became even more apparent in Lin Jiangpu’s eyes; of course, he also harbored the thought of toying with his prey, curious to try and see what skills this young Su Luo possessed.
However, at this moment, Dong Fei became anxious, he hurriedly said, "Su Luo, didn’t you say you were going to treat my hidden ailment first?"
"Did I?" Su Luo coldly sneered.
"You..." Dong Fei gritted his teeth with rage and said, "You have no integrity."
Su Luo remained indifferent, coldly sneering, "You believe whatever I say, does it mean if I claim I’m your father, you’d believe that too?"
"Su Luo, you’re courting death!" That remark completely infuriated Dong Yunhua as well.
"Heh, you allow yourselves to deceive me, and treat your words as if they were farts, yet you won’t allow me to break my word just this once? You people from the Dong Family, not only are you ungrateful, but you’re also quite the double standard, aren’t you?" Su Luo sneered coldly.
"You..." Dong Yunhua pointed at Su Luo, shaking all over with anger.
"Mr. Lin, please kill him." Dong Yunhua could only look to Lin Jiangpu and said through gritted teeth.
"No, no, no, Mr. Lin, before killing him, make him treat my condition first—I also want my revenge," Dong Fei quickly said.
If Su Luo died, whether or not he got his revenge was irrelevant; what mattered was his hidden ailment—if he couldn’t recover, he’d be a cripple for life.
"Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Lin, please take action first and capture him," Dong Yunhua also quickly changed his plea.
Lin Jiangpu frowned.
He coldly glanced at the Dong Family members; had it not been for the money he received from them, he would have sent these people packing long ago.
He was expressionless and did not respond to Dong Yunhua and Dong Fei; instead, he looked at Su Luo and said, "Are you ready to die?"
"Are you so certain that it will be me who dies?" Su Luo sneered coldly.
"No matter what tricks you have up your sleeve, today, you only have one fate—to die by my hands."
"I will use your blood to pay tribute to the spirit of my younger brother in heaven."
Lin Jiangpu let out a cold snort.
After speaking, he fiercely stomped his foot and the ground immediately cracked in all directions, his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a faint mist; it was as if his Inner Strength was ready to burst forth from every pore in his body.
This formed a defense around himself.
Of course, what was most terrifying was that within his palms, the mist surged—the manifestation of the substance-like aspect of Inner Strength which made his hands extremely fearsome.
Dong Yunhua, Dong Fei, and the others watched this scene with amazement; they had never witnessed such a marvelous display on Lin Wu’s body.
At the same time, they felt an oppressive force that forced them to retreat, fearing they would get injured by mistake.
"Prepare to die."
The next moment, Lin Jiangpu suddenly moved, leaping up at lightning speed and striking towards Su Luo’s chest with his palm.
If hit, Su Luo’s chest would likely explode on the spot, shattering his internal organs as well.