Those who reincarnate must die.

"It's Young Master Yun!" The previously noisy patrons inside seemed to suddenly fall silent, all looking towards the door. Zhang Lang followed their gaze.

A young man dressed in blue and white entered the inn carrying a sword. He was tall and handsome with an extraordinary air about him, and was followed by an attendant carrying luggage.

This young master Yun, although also a martial artist, was clearly on a different level from the other rough-looking fellows in terms of appearance and demeanor. As soon as he entered, he attracted everyone's attention!

The master and servant found an empty seat and sat down. The waiter immediately came forward. Before the young master could even speak, the servant took out a piece of silver and ordered, "Bring up all your restaurant's signature dishes and wines. Also, prepare a superior room; my young master will be spending the night here!"

The waiter received the money and immediately went to prepare with a beaming smile.

"Who is this?" Some people in the crowd didn't recognize him.

"You don't know him?" Someone nearby, always eager to share their knowledge, exclaimed: "The third young master of the Flying Cloud Sect, known as 'Shadowless Sword,' famous for his swift left-handed swordsmanship. He's a rising star among the younger generation of martial artists! It's said that this Young Master Yun was among the first group of heroes invited by the Shen family!"

"I'm so envious... Why didn't they send me one too...?"

"You? You can have it if you want, but the Shen family rules state that whether you steal or rob, as long as you have the invitation and arrive at the Shen residence at dawn tomorrow, you can qualify for the martial arts competition! If you want it, just go and snatch it from Young Master Yun!"

"Me? Forget it, I still want my head..."

As the two were chatting and laughing, they suddenly saw a burly man stand up, walk straight to Young Master Yun's table, and sit down opposite him.

Seeing this, everyone in the hall was shocked. Young Master Yun was also slightly taken aback. The servant girl next to him stood up and said, "Where did you come from? How dare you sit opposite my young master?" As she spoke, she raised her hand to drive him away!

But the big man raised his hand and grabbed the little slave's wrist with a snap. With just a little force, the boy cried out in pain.

Needless to say, this person is Zhang Lang!

People in his world, even those who weren't superhumans, had better physical attributes than those in other worlds. He was tall and strong, and with the extra training brought by his regenerative talent, his muscles were like cast iron, and his brute strength was more than ten times that of ordinary people. Dealing with an ordinary slave was indeed easy for him.

Young Master Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Zhang Lang: "Who are you? What business do you have with me?"

Zhang Lang released the servant girl: "I heard you have a hero's invitation; let me borrow it!"

"Hehe..." Young Master Yun chuckled at his request and shook his head: "The item is on me. You're welcome to come and get it, provided you have the ability!"

"Then I won't stand on ceremony!" Zhang Lang raised his left hand to grab the young master Yun, but the young master raised his long sword and directly blocked Zhang Lang's wrist. The scabbard left a red mark on Zhang Lang's forearm, but it did not shake his wrist!

"Impressive wrist strength!" Young Master Yun turned to let him pass, and with a flick of his wrist, his longsword, still sheathed, swung with lightning speed, striking Zhang Lang's radius bone with a snap!

With this strike, Young Master Yun used his true strength. The distal radius of a person's arm is a weak point that is extremely easy to break. If an ordinary person were struck like this, that arm would basically be ruined!

But to everyone's surprise, when the scabbard hit Zhang Lang's wrist, it bounced up as if there were two steel bars instead of two bones in his forearm!

Iron Bones Enhancement, truly lives up to its name!

Seeing that thick wrist sweep over and grab him again, Young Master Yun finally got serious. He slammed his hand on the table, sprang up from the ground, drew his long sword, and thrust it straight at Zhang Lang's forearm!

With a soft thud, the sharp tip of the sword pierced the skin, sliced ​​through the muscle, and went straight through the gap between the two forearm bones, emerging from the wound!

Even so, it did not stop Zhang Lang's attack. His arm continued to swing, his flesh scraping against the sword's edge, using his bones to hold the blade in place, and he grabbed the young master Yun's collar! Then, to the young master's astonishment, he swung his other fist and slammed it into his chin!

Boom! !

The punch was incredibly powerful, sending Young Master Yun flying out of the inn's door. He fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and remained motionless.

This is only possible because martial artists are physically strong; otherwise, if an ordinary person's chin were hit by such a punch, their jawbone would probably be shattered! Even so, the chin injury caused a concussion, causing this young master Yun to lose consciousness and fall into a coma.

Looking at Zhang Lang again, Yun Gongzi's precious sword was still stuck in his left forearm. He raised his right hand, grasped the hilt, and slowly pulled it out. The blade cut through flesh and scraped against bone with a soft, grating sound, making the drinkers' teeth ache and their brows furrow.

Zhang Lang ignored the wound, picked up his sword, and walked to the unconscious Young Master Yun's side. The loyal servant girl, holding a sharp knife, protected her master, shouting, "Don't come any closer!"

Zhang Lang raised his sword, which frightened the young servant so much that his hands trembled. He closed his eyes and heard a clanging sound. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the long sword had been thrown next to Young Master Yun, and the terrifying big man was looking at him.

"Give me the invitation!"

Xiao Nu was taken aback, but when she saw the big man glare at her, she was immediately startled. She hurriedly took out a black iron plaque from her bag and tossed it to Zhang Lang with trembling hands.

Zhang Lang took a look, nodded, and turned to leave.

This inn is no longer safe. He stole the hero's invitation only to enter the Shen residence and hunt down potential reincarnated individuals who might participate in the martial arts contest for marriage; he didn't want to cause any other trouble. Besides, he was able to knock out this Young Master Yun only through his fearless and unexpected fighting style!

After all, all he did from beginning to end was grab his collar and throw a punch. No one had ever seen such a fierce person, remaining unfazed even with his arm pierced. Young Master Yun was caught off guard and struck. If the two had both taken their stances and fought head-on, Zhang Lang would not have had it so easy. Even if he were to win, he would only be able to exhaust his opponent's stamina through regeneration, resulting in a pyrrhic victory covered in blood!

If this young master Yun seeks revenge, it will delay his hunt.

As for whether this Young Master Yun might be a reincarnator? Based on Zhang Lang's experience, he's definitely not!

Firstly, reincarnators generally do not act alone; secondly, when reincarnators enter the world, they usually do not have a prominent or famous identity; thirdly, this young master Yun's attire and every move are very consistent with the background of this era. Reincarnators all come from a world with more advanced technology than Zhang Lang's hometown, and their living customs and language habits are very different from here, so it is impossible for him to be so flawless.

After leaving, Zhang Lang did not choose a decent inn or hotel, but instead found a roadside inn near the city gate, paid a few copper coins, and settled down for the time being.

Compared to the decent and comfortable rooms in the inn, the conditions here are much harsher. A large communal bed has to sleep a dozen or twenty people, all sharing one blanket. The air is filled with the smell of feet and sweat. Any swordsman of any status would probably find it unbearable.

But Zhang Lang didn't care. On the contrary, having survived alone in the apocalypse for more than a year, he actually missed the strong "human touch" of the place.

Soon, darkness fell. Zhang Lang went to bed early on his bunk, intending to be well-rested so he could report to the Shen residence early the next morning. But suddenly, his ears twitched; he heard a noise outside, as if someone was fighting…

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