Beauty and the Bodyguard

"Oh? And he\'s even more awesome?" The man with the scar laughed instead of getting angry. The scar on his face, which was already fierce, became more and more ferocious. He got closer and closer and sneered,""Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit. Kid, you\'re asking for it. Don\'t blame this old man for being merciless!"

With that, the man with the scar reached out and grabbed Lin Yi\'s body, ready to search him. The other people in the prison watched on coldly, some even gloating.

They had the same unfortunate experience when they were first captured, and now that they saw someone else following in their footsteps, they didn\'t share the same hatred at all. Instead, they felt that it was only natural. If Lin Yi wasn\'t bullied by the man with the scar, they would\'ve felt that it was unfair.

From start to finish, no one was optimistic about Lin Yi\'s chances. The man with the scar was a mid-stage nascent soul practitioner, and this newcomer didn\'t seem to be a match for him at all, even if he hadn\'t revealed his strength yet.

He wasn\'t just looking down on Lin Yi-judging a person by their appearance was a pretty negative phrase, but it made sense a lot of times. After all, there was an old saying,"one\'s appearance is determined by one\'s heart."

In the practitioner\'s world, if a person trained in a profound practitioner\'s art, their appearance and aura would naturally change. Lin Yi\'s boorish image was definitely the kind of person who couldn\'t master it, and his strength wasn\'t that strong.

Even Lu bianren didn\'t have high hopes for Lin Yi. A wise man knew better than to fight when the odds were against him. Since Lin Yi wasn\'t strong enough, he might as well save up his strength first. There was only one word to describe Lin Yi\'s current situation-it was unwise.

However, the scene that followed made everyone\'s jaws drop. Even Lu bianren couldn\'t come back to his senses for a long time.

Without any warning, Lin Yi suddenly threw a wild fire Eight Trigram palm at the man\'s face. The man had expected this guy to be a pain in the ass and was on guard, but he realized that he didn\'t have time to react at all. This wild fire Eight Trigram palm made a mid-stage nascent Soul Master spin three times on the spot, completely stunned.

Without waiting for the man to recover, Lin Yi lifted his leg and used a thousand raging fire legs, hitting the man in the back.

BOOM! With a loud bang, the man with the horizontal scar was firmly printed on the wall. Even the entire dungeon trembled. It was only because of the protection array that the whole dungeon was shaking. Without it, the whole dungeon might have collapsed.

The entire place was deathly silent. Everyone\'s mouths were wide open, unable to say a single word for a long time. Only the sound of gasps could be heard, expressing everyone\'s current mood.

They had been locked up in this dungeon for at least a few months, and had been used to the bullying of the man with the scar. Strength was above all, and the man with the scar was the strongest. Naturally, he had the final say in this place, and no one could resist.

Of course, there were exceptions in the past. There were always some hot-blooded people who didn\'t want to submit. However, the end was the same. No matter who dared to resist, they were eventually beaten half to death by the man with the scar. They didn\'t even dare to let out a fart. The two guards outside didn\'t care about all this, which helped to boost the man\'s arrogance.

He had never expected such a scene to appear today. The man with the horizontal scar had kicked an iron plate and was bleeding from his kick!

In an instant, everyone\'s fear of the man with the scar shifted to Lin Yi. As for the arrogant man with the scar, after he managed to pull himself out of the wall, he was sprawled on the ground, spitting out blood. Everyone looked at him with the same expression-it was a happy sight.

You\'ve been throwing your weight around in the dungeon for so long, you deserve this day with a scar on your face. God really has eyes!

"You ... You\'re also a nascent soul cultivator?" The scar-faced man spat out a mouthful of blood before recovering. He raised his head and looked at Lin Yi in disbelief.

He was obviously just a rough and boorish man, how could he be such a master? when did Yuanying stage Masters become so low level?

"Hmph!" Lin Yi only hmphed coldly, neither admitting nor denying it.

In the eyes of the other people, the man with the scar was simply asking a useless question. He himself was a master of the middle Yuanying stage, but he was almost crippled in one move. If this ruthless man was not a master of the Yuanying stage, could he be a master of the jiedan stage?

It was obvious that this new master was not only a master of the Yuanying stage, but at least a master of the middle Yuanying stage. It was absolutely more than enough to deal with him, a man with a scar.

"You ... You ..." The scar-faced man was going to say something to keep up the act, but Lin Yi just glanced at him and he pulled his neck back. The aura he\'d gathered up with great difficulty disappeared instantly. He was scared to death, but he still wanted to show off his power. It was a funny look.

"What about me?" Lin Yi\'s lips curved up a little.

"I\'m convinced. I won\'t provoke you, but don\'t be too delusional. If you think you can control me from now on, then you\'re wrong!" The man with the scar stood up unsteadily and said in a tough tone,""I was just caught off guard just now. I\'m a master of the middle Yuanying stage. If we really fight to the death, we will only end up with both sides suffering. So I\'ll take a step back. If I don\'t provoke you, you don\'t provoke me either. We\'ll mind our own business!"

"Are you stupid?" Lin Yi looked at him like he was an idiot and threw a Qi bomb.

This was what he\'d been working on-from the moment the guy started provoking him, Lin Yi didn\'t plan on letting him go so easily. He\'d have to at least cripple him if he didn\'t die.

BOOM! There was another loud noise. The man with the scar suddenly screamed and was once again embedded into the wall. He did not move for a long time.

Everyone looked at each other, thinking that the man with the scar was dead. Unexpectedly, after a moment, the man with the scar suddenly wailed and shakily pulled himself out of the wall again.

His head was full of blood. His head had been blown into a bloody gourd. Looking at the tragic state of the man with the scar, even the people who had been bullied by him could not help but feel a trace of sympathy.