Starting with a cub, the superpower boss becomes the richest man by lying flat

Chapter 225 Fight
Seemingly certain of his victory, the man in black on the chair stopped paying attention to the fight on Mo Ziyuan's side and kept his interested gaze lingering on Lin Xin.

"Little girl, you're quite pretty. Don't stubbornly resist anymore. Once my men take over this camp, serve me well, and I can give you a bright future," the man in black coaxed Lin Xin.

Lin Xin looked him up and down several times, and then suddenly burst out laughing after he finished speaking.

"why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing at you!" Lin Xin's tone was cheerful with a hint of teasing. "You want to take over this camp and give me a bright future? I really don't know whether to call you blindly confident or naive!"

"Heh, what's the use of you being stubborn? Look back, aren't your men powerless to resist? Let me tell you, their lives are in the hands of that damned general in the tent. If he surrenders, I guarantee I won't harm these soldiers. But if he remains obstinate, what do you think will happen?"

The man in black acted just like a cat toying with a mouse it had caught, but little did he know that the mouse in front of him was a cat-eating mouse!
"I don't know their fate, but I only need to know yours," Lin Xin said with a smile.

"Hahaha, good. I was going to spare your life because of your face, but you didn't cherish the opportunity. Oh well," the man in black raised his right hand, and the burly Western Rong man who took the chair from him slowly approached Lin Xin with a wicked smile.

"Since you don't know what's good for you, then pay the price for your words and actions!" A cold glint flashed in the black-clad man's eyes. After speaking, he closed his lips tightly and said nothing more. The burly Western Rong man stood three steps away from Lin Xin and revealed a ferocious smile to her.

Lin Xin turned to look at Mo Ziyuan and saw that although he couldn't finish the battle quickly, he was definitely in the lead. So she stopped paying attention to him and focused her attention on the Western Rong giant opposite her.

"Make your move!" the man in black ordered calmly.

Upon receiving the order, the burly Western Rong man produced a strangely shaped curved sword from who-knows-where. The blade gleamed, and its cold light reflected on his ferocious face, creating an eerie and unsettling effect.

Lin Xin's eyes turned serious, with a hint of excitement. Judging from this posture, she knew that this person was strong and heavy, following the path of "one force can overcome ten techniques". Strength was also her strength. She was also curious to know whether the strength of the native in front of her or her golden finger was more powerful.

A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Western Rong giant opposite him. He sensed a fighting spirit emanating from Lin Xin, which he found incredible. His vigilance increased, and he believed that Lin Xin would definitely use the "despicable" methods commonly used by people from the Central Plains to fight him.

"Since you're not going to make a move, then I'll go first!" Lin Xin's fighting spirit surged, and the longsword in her hand was replaced with a Tang sword brought from the apocalypse in the space and enhanced by a metal-type ability user. The blade was pitch black, with a chilling dark light, and a sharp wind could be heard when it was swung.

The burly Western Rong man raised his right hand high above his head, his curved sword directly meeting the Tang sword that was slashing towards him. This time, he used eight-tenths of his strength in the parry.

Although he didn't intend to underestimate his opponent, he couldn't help but underestimate Lin Xin's strength, thinking that she would definitely be sent flying by his attack. He had already planned out his subsequent attacks.

However, the result took him by surprise. The two swords of different colors clashed together with a clang, scattering sparks. The big man from the Western Rong felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, and he was forced to kneel on one knee by Lin Xin without any doubt.

Lin Xin used six-tenths of her strength this time. In addition, she was slashing down after leaping up, and the blade was heavy. In fact, the force pressing down on the Western Rong Han's blade completely exceeded six-tenths of Lin Xin's strength.

This was merely a tactic for both sides to test each other's strength, but the results were completely opposite.

Lin Xin thought, "That's all there is to it!" while the Western Rong giant thought, "How is that possible?" The black-clad man beside her, who had been confident of victory, also darkened his expression. His right hand was still on his chin, but his left hand was already gripping the armrest of the chair. He cursed inwardly, "What an idiot, what a piece of trash!"

The burly Western Rong man twisted his knife-wielding hand, freeing his curved blade from under Lin Xin's Tang sword, and then unleashed a powerful backhand slash, aiming straight for Lin Xin's face.

Lin Xin showed no weakness, flipping her wrist to hold the Tang sword upright in front of her, steadily withstanding the attack from the Western Rong giant.

Seeing the disbelief in the other person's eyes, Lin Xin smiled slightly.

His eyes turned cold, and he stretched out his right hand, forcefully pressing down the Western Rong man's sword, forcing him to kneel on one knee again and grip the hilt of the sword with both hands. But even this could not stop his own curved sword from falling.

Seeing the muscles on the Western Rong man's face trembling from the exertion, a cruel smile flashed in Lin Xin's eyes. She increased the pressure on her hand, and the Western Rong man watched helplessly as his curved blade slowly embedded itself in his shoulder. The excruciating pain drained his strength.

Along with the cold light, his arm, which fell to the shoulder, also fell.

"Ah~" Even if the Western Rong giant was very tolerant, the pain of losing his arm made him scream out in agony, and beads of sweat the size of beans seeped from his forehead.

The man in black's eyes turned as sinister as a viper's, not sparing a single glance at his one-armed subordinate, but focusing entirely on Lin Xin.

Lin Xin never had the tradition of not kicking a man when he's down. Her painful experience in the apocalypse taught her that even the weakest enemy would try their best to fight back. So without hesitation, she raised her knife and chopped off the head of the Xirong man.

With a thud, his massive body collapsed to the ground, his head rolling not far in front of him. His eyes, which he could not close, stared straight at his chest, and then his gaze gradually lost its luster and became dim.

The man in black completely lost his composure, staring at Lin Xin with a sinister look, and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "You're very good, I'll remember you."

The death of the Western Rong giant caused all the Western Rong soldiers who had stormed the camp to gather around him, staring at Lin Xin with hostile eyes. Some of them were already itching to rush up and avenge him.

Lin Xin secretly calculated the number of people present, gathered her supernatural power, and prepared to make her move when they all rushed at her.

The fight was still going on on Mo Ziyuan's side, but he had clearly gained the upper hand, using his agile movements to make the Western Rong people's attacks miss time and time again.

Like the dead Western Rong giant, this man also followed a fierce and powerful path. Every swing of his curved sword brought forth gusts of wind. Mo Ziyuan moved around him, taking advantage of the gaps in his sword momentum when he was too exhausted to change his moves, and adding a wound to his body.

"Ah~" Suddenly, a sharp scream came from Chen Lingyuan's tent. Mo Ziyuan's expression changed. After dodging another heavy blow from the Xirong people, he decisively turned around and darted into the tent.

Lin Xin then gracefully stepped in front of the Western Rong people who were trying to chase after him and slash him.