# 234
**Chapter 234: You Can’t Possibly…**
"Alright." Lin Qiye nodded.
At that moment, the tavern owner yanked a dazed pilot from his seat and slammed him against the side wall. Iron nails brutally pierced the pilot’s limbs, pinning him to the wall.
He pulled a small knife from his waist, ready to sever the pilot’s fingers. In the next instant, two crisp blade rings echoed—
Clang—!!
Lin Qiye’s figure drifted like a ghost through the swarm of Ten-Cut Ghost Children, his eyes flashing with cold light. His blade slashed straight for the tavern owner’s throat!
The tavern owner’s face darkened. His small knife snapped up to block Lin Qiye’s strike, and the impact hurled him against the cockpit’s front glass!
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes. Instead of pulling back, he surged again. His second Straight Blade stabbed a crack into the glass behind the tavern owner!
A web of cracks spidered across the windshield.
Bang—!!
With a deafening boom, the central windshield shattered. Howling wind poured into the cramped cockpit, instantly sucking two Ten-Cut Ghost Children out of the cabin. Clinging to the glass, the tavern owner was swept out with them.
The ghost children shrieked as they tumbled into the sky, but the tavern owner did not fall. The instant he left the cockpit, he froze in an impossible posture, as if someone had seized his ankles and glued him to the nose of the plane.
Lin Qiye frowned. "Threads?"
In his mental perception, the moment the tavern owner exited, several invisible threads burst from the soles of his feet, punched through his shoes, and drilled into the metal skin of the nose. They split into microscopic barbs, anchoring him like Spider-Man in the slipstream.
Wind kept roaring into the cockpit. Thankfully, An Qingyu had locked the door before entering; otherwise the passengers would be in chaos.
Resolve flashed in Lin Qiye’s eyes. He tapped the control panel with his right foot and drifted weightlessly through the broken window, following the tavern owner outside!
The pale-blue edge of the Straight Blade carved the rushing air, keening as it slashed at the tavern owner!
The man sneered. His fingertips split, and ten transparent threads shot out like vipers, whipping toward Lin Qiye without any wind resistance!
Lin Qiye’s movement stalled. His mind caught the threads’ trajectories; abandoning offense, he whirled both blades to weave a defensive net.
Tss—!!
Thread tips sparked against the Straight Blades. The material was bizarre—now soft as water, now hard as steel.
The sudden impact knocked Lin Qiye off balance. The slipstream sent him staggering backward until he barely stabilized halfway up the fuselage.
The tavern owner advanced step by step, threads clamping the airframe at each footfall, utterly steady despite the gale.
Lin Qiye crouched slightly, lowering his center of gravity and wind profile, eyes locked on his foe.
"A forbidden artifact?"
The tavern owner smirked. "Just a low-sequence trinket, nothing special."
He raised his hand. Dense thread-ends tore through his palm, weaving a transparent short sword—weightless yet razor-sharp.
"Sequence 351, [Ghost Silk]. Inject mental power and it lengthens, splits, hardens at will. Useless to most, but with my super-regeneration it becomes the ultimate weapon living inside my body."
He lunged.
Lin Qiye closed his eyes, devoting all perception to predicting every thread’s path. His Straight Blades flashed!
Clangclangclangclang—!!
A blur of collisions left only after-images. Moonlight glanced off the blades, forming an unbroken wall of light.
The tavern owner’s expression changed. Since acquiring [Ghost Silk], he had killed invisibly; most victims never knew what sliced them. Yet this youth not only parried every thread but began reading his rhythm, even counter-attacking!
Suddenly, night around Lin Qiye thickened. A black gleam ran along the Straight Blade, severing a dozen threads and biting deep into the tavern owner’s chest!
Splurt—!
Blood gushed from a ghastly gash; ribs showed. The man staggered, flesh knitting before their eyes.
Two seconds—bleeding stopped. Five seconds—only a faint scar remained. Seven seconds—the once-lethal wound vanished.
"Annoying." Lin Qiye frowned.
Super-regeneration on an enemy was a nightmare for a close-quarters fighter—every slash undone in moments.
He inhaled, cloak snapping in the wind, and closed the distance with shifting footwork.
This time the tavern owner learned: he could never match Lin Qiye blade-to-blade. He yanked a pistol and fired.
Bang bang bang—!
Three shots. Black flared in Lin Qiye’s pupils; the bullets sank into darkness around him and froze.
Before the tavern owner could process it, Lin Qiye’s blade was at his throat!
Threads burst from the man’s body again!
After dozens of cuts, Lin Qiye spotted an opening. Black light flared, threads parted, and a horizontal slash—
Pale-blue edge flashed; the Straight Blade sliced the tavern owner’s throat. His head spun skyward…
Yet a dozen threads sprouted from the severed neck, snatched the falling head, yanked it back, and reattached it. The seam faded; terror left his eyes, color returned to his face.
He was alive again!
He opened his mouth and laughed, "You can’t possibly—"
Whoosh—!!
Another slash—his head flew again…