192: Chapter 192 Wang Lin, you just wait!

Shen Junlin did not speak; his eyes were fixed on Wang Lin. In his gaze, there was no anger, no fear, only killing intent.

Wang Lin did not kill Shen Junlin because there were surveillance cameras nearby; now was not a good time to commit murder.

But his goal had been achieved. The humiliation just now had caused Shen Junlin to harbor killing intent toward him.

In that case, in a few days in the Mist Forest, he would be able to devour Shen Junlin without anyone knowing.

Even if it were discovered that he had done it, without evidence, they would be unable to do anything about it.

Wang Lin moved his foot off Shen Junlin's chest and stepped on his right hand.

The sole of his shoe pressed against his fingers, forcing his palm down onto the ground.

Shen Junlin's fingers were flattened one by one under the sole of Wang Lin's shoe.

Wang Lin squatted down and looked at Shen Junlin's face: "Your space ring is quite nice."

Wang Lin reached out and grasped the black ring on Shen Junlin's left hand.

The ring slid off Shen Junlin's finger and landed in Wang Lin's palm.

Wang Lin held the ring in his hand, turned it over, and examined it before his eyes.

There was a faint halo on the surface of the ring; that was a Mental Energy restriction, Shen Junlin's Mental Energy imprint.

Without his permission, no one could open this ring.

If opened by force, the contents inside would be torn apart by spatial turbulence, leaving nothing behind.

Wang Lin held the ring up before Shen Junlin's eyes: "Remove the restriction on it."

Shen Junlin stared fixedly at Wang Lin, gritting his teeth, without saying a word.

Seeing that he wouldn't speak, Wang Lin smiled.

A laser sword appeared in his hand. The light of the blade began to change, shifting from a slender sword shape into a small dagger.

Wang Lin gripped the dagger and, without any hesitation, stabbed it into Shen Junlin's thigh.

The dagger sank into his thigh, the blade slicing through muscle until it stopped upon hitting bone.

Shen Junlin's body tensed violently, and a muffled grunt escaped his lips.

Blood gushed from the wound, flowed down his thigh, and pooled into a small puddle on the ground.

Wang Lin looked into his eyes, his voice very calm: "Are you going to remove it or not?"

Shen Junlin gritted his teeth, veins bulging, but he stubbornly remained silent.

Wang Lin nodded, smiled, and pulled out the dagger, drawing a line of blood.

Then, with another strike, he stabbed it into his other thigh.

The same depth, the same position, the same bone.

Shen Junlin's body tensed again. This time, his muffled grunt was louder, and he bit through his own lip.

His hand clawed at the ground, but he still did not speak.

Wang Lin pulled out the dagger, looked at the blood on the blade, and wiped it on Shen Junlin's clothes: "Are you going to remove it or not?"

Shen Junlin gasped for air, his voice hoarse: "I will not remove it."

Wang Lin looked at him, was silent for a moment, and then smiled.

That smile sent a chill down Shen Junlin's back.

Wang Lin gripped the blood-stained dagger and waved it before Shen Junlin's eyes.

The tip of the blade moved slowly downward, from his eyes to his neck, from his neck to his chest, from his chest to his stomach, from his stomach to...

The tip of the blade stopped there, less than two centimeters from that place.

Shen Junlin's body stiffened, his eyes fixed on the dagger, the blood still dripping from the blade.

Shen Junlin's breathing stopped, and his mind went blank.

Wang Lin looked at him: "What do you think will happen if I drive this blade down?"

Shen Junlin's face changed, and his entire body began to tremble.

He could endure having his thighs pierced, having his stomach slashed, and could endure any physical pain.

But he could not endure that strike.

Because if that strike went down, he would no longer be a man.

The eldest son of the Shen Family could not be without an heir.

If this matter got out, after he died, he wouldn't even be able to enter the Shen Family ancestral grave.

But Shen Junlin gritted his teeth and did not give in. He was gambling, gambling that Wang Lin wouldn't dare.

This was outside the academy; there were cameras, passersby, and witnesses.

Wang Lin could beat him, injure him, and humiliate him, but he wouldn't dare to cripple him.

Because if he crippled him, the Shen Family would not let it rest.

The fury of the Shen Family was not something a freshman could withstand.

Wang Lin looked at him and suddenly smiled. That smile was deeper than before. Without hesitation, he stabbed down.

Shen Junlin's eyes widened violently, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

The blade drew closer and closer to that place: one centimeter, half a centimeter...

"Stop!" Shen Junlin's voice came. "I'll remove it! I'll remove it!"

Wang Lin's dagger stopped.

The tip of the blade was less than a centimeter from that place, and the blood from the blade dripped onto the fabric there, staining a small patch red.

Wang Lin looked at Shen Junlin and smiled slightly: "Wouldn't it have been better to just say that earlier?"

Shen Junlin's back was soaked with cold sweat, and his mind was filled with lingering fear.

Close. Just that close.

Shen Junlin's trembling hand reached toward the ring.

The moment his finger touched the ring, the halo on its surface flashed and then vanished.

The Mental Energy restriction was removed.

The ring had become an ordinary item that anyone could open.

Wang Lin held the ring in his hand and probed into the interior of the ring with his Mental Energy.

The space inside was not large, but it contained quite a few things.

A few sword manuals, several medicine bottles, a pile of neatly stacked money, and some miscellaneous items.

The eldest son of the Shen Family was indeed wealthy. That money would be enough for him to spend for quite a while.

Wang Lin put the ring into his pocket, stood up, and looked at Shen Junlin, who was lying on the ground.

The once high and mighty, arrogant eldest son of the Shen Family now looked like a stray dog thrown on the side of the road.

"The Shen Family, Shen Junlin, turns out to be just trash. Get lost."

Having said that, he kicked Shen Junlin in the waist.

Shen Junlin rolled on the ground and ended up face down, his mouth filled with dust.

Shen Haochen rushed over from a distance, squatted down, and supported Shen Junlin's shoulders: "Big brother! Big brother, are you okay!"

"Wang Lin, you've gone too far!"

"You beat my big brother into this state and even stole his things, you..."

Wang Lin chuckled and looked down at him from above.

Then he raised his foot and kicked Shen Haochen in the face.

Shen Haochen's head snapped to the side, and blood began to seep out.

Wang Lin looked down at him: "It is already my mercy that I didn't kill your brother Shen. And you call me excessive?"

"Do you want to see something even more excessive?"

Shen Haochen's throat bobbed, he swallowed the blood in his mouth, lowered his head, and dared not speak again.

Wang Lin looked at his cowardly appearance and continued: "Get lost. From now on, at school, when you see me, stay far away. Do you understand?"

Shen Haochen nodded, not daring to speak, and supported Shen Junlin as he slowly stood up.

Shen Junlin lowered his head, looked at the blood on the ground, and said viciously: "Wang Lin."

"Just you wait. In the Mist Forest the day after tomorrow, I will make you wish you were dead."

Wang Lin smiled slightly; that was exactly the sentence he wanted.

There, there were no cameras, no witnesses, no rules.

There, he could go for the kill. He would kill Shen Junlin and devour his Sword God Superpower.

In this way, no one would discover it, and no one would know.

Even if someone found out it was Wang Lin who did it, they had no evidence and would be unable to do anything to him.

"Ptui!" He spat a glob of phlegm onto Shen Junlin's face and said: "Fine, your grandfather will be waiting for you in the Mist Forest. Whoever doesn't come is a grandson."