There were over a dozen demons, each one built like a bear with a tiger's back, radiating menace—they looked like Zhang Fei or Li Kui, though Lin Luo didn't bother to name them John Does. In fact, he felt these brutes had arrived at the perfect moment; he hadn't figured out what to teach the two little lolis yet, and these monsters were perfect for buying time. Wait—no, they were perfect for allowing him to gauge the foundation of the two little lolis more thoroughly.

"What did you say?" It was only when Lin Luo spoke that the demons finally acknowledged his existence, their eyes wide as they stared at him. They simply could not believe the human opposite them was suggesting they act as punching bags. They wondered if they had misheard.

Lin Luo, however, was quite polite, chuckling, "Nothing much, just that I feel my two apprentices are lacking sparring partners. Finding them myself would take too much time. You lot showing up is just convenient, wouldn't you agree?"

"Convenient your mother's backside! You dare treat the Thirteen Freewheeling Fiends as sparring dummies? You’re asking for death!" As soon as Lin Luo finished speaking, one of the Li Kui-like demons roared violently and lunged at Lin Luo, swinging hands the size of millstones. However, this fool didn't realize he was committing a crime of infringement; the casual obscenity used by Big Brother Egg Head was not something just anyone could utter freely.

"The Thirteen Freewheeling Fiends?!" Lin Luo was not native to this era, so he had no idea what they were. But You Xiang, with her keen hearing and sharp sight, possessed a certain capability for intelligence gathering, and her expression shifted instantly upon hearing the name.

These Thirteen Freewheeling Fiends were actually a collective of lone wanderers—a seeming contradiction, yet that was precisely the case. Like her and Zi, these individuals were rootless drifters, originally demons from the West. Later, perhaps due to finding common ground in their unpleasant nature, the thirteen suddenly gathered, dubbed themselves the Thirteen Freewheeling Fiends, and transformed from wandering alone to wandering together.

While the name sounded somewhat amusing, one could not afford to underestimate them simply because they were funny. In this chaotic age, being a lone wanderer surely meant possessing considerable skill; otherwise, one might venture out alone one day only to return as a pile of white bones the next. The Thirteen Freewheeling Fiends were no exception; each possessed uncommon prowess, hardly inferior to the Werewolf Elites.

Rumor had it they once encountered a small squad of ten Werewolf Elites. After the clash, the werewolf elite squad was soundly beaten back. Thirteen against ten didn't sound particularly impressive, but one must remember that werewolves possessed inherent, tacit coordination—two of them could manifest the combat power of four. Therefore, based purely on metrics, the individual combat strength of the Thirteen Freewheeling Fiends was actually superior to that of the Werewolf Elites.

There was even a legend that the thirteen, fighting in concert, could contend with a Lord-level demon.

Thus, upon learning the identity of these demons, You Xiang immediately felt a surge of alarm. Seeing one of them lunging ferociously at Lin Luo, she instinctively cried out, "Master! Little..."

Though she knew Lin Luo was strong, he had never truly fought in front of her, and his demonstrated abilities were limited to healing magic. Who knew how high his actual combat capability reached? It was like some scholars among humans: they knew astronomy above and geography below, but if forced to fight, even the weakest demon could crush them with a single finger.

But before she could finish the word "Master," she was stunned by the scene unfolding.

The demon had barely charged within two meters of Lin Luo when Lin Luo merely glanced at him. Then, as if seized by a fit, the demon began to convulse violently, foaming at the mouth before collapsing to the ground.

Lin Luo cared little whether they called themselves the Thirteen Freewheeling Fiends or the Thirteen Depressed Heroes; to him, such titles were like system-granted accolades in a game, completely devoid of value.

Although the previous battle with the Heavenly Dao had caused him to drop several cultivation realms, leaving him only at the initial stage of the Earth Rank, even Earth Rank Initial was still considered a powerhouse. Coupled with the Killing Intent he had condensed from his Heavenly Rank artistic conception—a lethal weapon for robbery and murder—even though this too had degraded several tiers, its effect remained remarkable.

To paraphrase Accelerator: even if I’m weaker, that doesn't mean you've gotten stronger, damn it! Earth Rank strength combined with Killing Intent still equaled cheating, unparalleled dominance, no explanation needed... The only regret was that the effective range of this cheat was a bit small, and the available functions were slightly lacking. That was all.

Lin Luo’s Killing Intent, put plainly, was a tangible spiritual shock delivered to the enemy. No matter how strong your cultivation, your spirit could never fully defend against it. As long as you possessed a soul and consciousness, the Killing Intent would inflict damage; the only difference was the degree of harm inflicted.

To use game terminology, this Killing Intent was a fixed-damage skill that ignored defense. Whether it was a Level 10 minor BOSS or a Level 100 major BOSS, one strike from this Killing Intent would instantly deduct 10,000 HP. Then it depended on whether that 10,000 HP exceeded your total HP pool or was merely a drop in the ocean.

So, when the demon charged, Lin Luo simply swept his Killing Intent over him, daring him to survive!

And the facts proved that the demon’s resilience was quite decent. Although he lay convulsing on the ground, he hadn't lost consciousness, nor was he foaming at the mouth like the werewolf yesterday. He was even trying to force himself up, indicating his strength was slightly greater than that werewolf’s.

Of course, the primary reason was that Lin Luo had only exerted thirty percent of his power. If he had unleashed the Killing Intent at full force, forget this single fiend; even the Thirteen Guardians... oh wait, the Thirteen Freewheeling Fiends combined would have ended up like yesterday’s werewolf, dying without so much as a gurgle.

Yet, even this partial display was enough to stun everyone present.

Little Zi was relatively composed, having seen it before, and You Xiang had been forewarned by Zi, so she had some psychological preparation. But the expressions of the other twelve demons underwent a sudden, drastic change. They could not believe their brother had been reduced to this state by a mere human, and simply by being looked at?!

As lone wanderers who had survived this long, they possessed significant experience. Based on this single maneuver by Lin Luo, they immediately judged that they had struck an iron plate today—though they hadn't intended to hit anything at all.

"Alright, gentlemen, do you have any further questions?" Having made an example to shock the monkeys, Lin Luo looked up with a genial smile and asked politely toward the remaining twelve fiends.

However, his amiable smile did not convince the twelve that he was a good person; rather, they perceived the man before them as a true demon. For their brother to arrive precisely at this moment to run afoul of such an evil spirit was truly the worst luck in eight lifetimes!

"N-no questions, no problems at all, whether as sparring partners or punching bags!" Everyone knows that a miserable life is better than a quick death, and this applies to all sentient beings. The dozen demons knew they were absolutely no match for Lin Luo, and Lin Luo seemed to have no immediate desire to kill them, so they nodded immediately.

After all, serving as dummies for the two little girls meant they certainly wouldn't die. Perhaps if they satisfied the girls, they might even be allowed to live. But if they stubbornly defied this demon head-on, only death awaited.

"Yes, very good. You have made a wise choice," Lin Luo said with a smile, nodding. He lifted his foot and kicked the convulsing demon on the ground. The demon sprang up like a rubber ball, but this time, he dared not attack Lin Luo again, instead scrambling back to his comrades with a face full of terror.

Lin Luo ignored him, pointing instead to the two little girls. "Your first job is to take a beating. They will attack you with all their might. You cannot counterattack, you cannot dodge—you can only defend. Understand?"

"Understood..." came the weak, breathy reply.

Their tone betrayed their reluctance, but circumstances dictated their compliance. Who could they blame if their fists weren't harder than his?

Meanwhile, You Xiang and Little Zi didn't fully grasp why Lin Luo needed so many punching bags for them, but seeing Lin Luo’s deep, contemplative expression, they hesitated to ask more questions. Furthermore, doubting their Master was considered unfilial behavior for a disciple.

And so, the two girls could only muster all their strength and launch the most ferocious attacks upon the Thirteen Guardians.

Pity these Thirteen Guardians; despite their excellent skills, each capable of instantly killing these two little lolis, they were forced by Lin Luo's supreme authority to act as pathetic dummies. When struck, they could only offer a weak smile, and if they were hit hard because they held back too much, they still had to praise the girls. This was utterly infuriating!

They sparred in this manner, grunting and puffing, for about half an hour. The Thirteen Guardians weren't knocked down, but the two little lolis were already panting heavily from exhaustion. Lin Luo saw they could no longer exert their full power, and he had observed enough. He called a halt.

"Five minutes rest. Then we continue."

"Five minutes?" You Xiang and Little Zi were instantly taken aback. Over the past half-hour, they had depleted nearly eighty percent of their internal reserves. Five minutes was nowhere near enough time to recover.

However, Lin Luo's expression remained impassive, seeming to convey that they hadn't misheard. Though perplexed, they had no choice but to comply.

Thus, after a mere five minutes, the two plunged back into combat, fighting for another half-hour stretch.

Although only they were delivering the blows, meaning they wouldn't be injured, attacking at full strength non-stop was grueling. Especially since the enemy never fell down, it placed a tremendous mental burden on them as well.

After this second training session, the girls were not just breathless; sweat drenched their clothes, and they could barely remain standing.

At this point, Lin Luo spoke again, "Five minutes rest, then we go again."

"Five minutes again?"

This time, not only were Little Zi and You Xiang dumbfounded, but even the Thirteen Guardians felt that this demon Lin Luo was ruthless not only toward his enemies but equally merciless toward his own people.

Five minutes—not enough to recover stamina, barely enough time to catch a single breath.