Master of Chinese Martial Arts: I Can Steal the Skills of a Grandmaster from the Republic of China E

Chapter 96 If you kill them, you're not allowed to kill me.

"Bang bang bang!"

Without any hesitation, seven or eight guns opened fire simultaneously, bullets sweeping after him.

"beat!"

Amidst the gunfire, Black Gold roared in fury.

Bullets rained down, but Zhou's movements defied all logic.

He lightly pushed off with his feet, as if he had no bones, and twisted his waist in mid-air, almost bending his whole body in half. Two bullets grazed his clothes as they flew past.

Upon landing, he braced himself with one hand on the ground, slid along the ground, dodging subsequent bullets, and instantly disappeared into the shadow of a rock.

All the bullets hit empty air.

"What the hell is this?!"

I could hear my own voice trembling.

We've killed martial arts masters before.

Last year in Cangzhou, we surrounded and killed a镖头 (bodyguard/escort) known as "Iron Arms." He was indeed formidable, his punches and kicks were incredibly powerful, and he could kill a bull with a single punch. But in the end, we riddled him with bullets.

But this guy in front of me—he seems to be able to dodge bullets.

No, it's not about avoiding it.

It is foresight.

Black Gold's face was ashen: "Don't panic! No matter how fast he is, he's still made of flesh and blood! On my command, fire a volley!"

The rest of us quickly adjusted and aimed our guns at the area where Zhou Xing had disappeared.

But before Black Gold could give the order...

Zhou Xing appeared again.

This time, he swooped down from above us, from a rock more than three meters high, like a hunting owl.

The person is in the air, raising both hands repeatedly.

A few cold stars flashed by.

"ah!

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My companion screamed, clutched his eyes, and collapsed to the ground, a sharpened copper coin stuck between his fingers.

Another person was hit in the throat by a piece of gravel and fell to the ground.

Zhou Xing landed, rolled, and dodged two hastily fired bullets, already close to the inner circle of our formation.

The distance is too close, the gun is not working properly.

"Fix bayonets! Surround him!"

Black Gold's eyes turned red, and he charged forward first, bayonet in hand.

The remaining five or six people, including myself, howled and brandished their knives, surrounding them.

Bayonet charge, a deadly move used on the battlefield to deal with close-range enemies.

Zhou Xing was surrounded and seemed to have nowhere to escape.

The black and gold blade pierced straight into his heart with great force and ruthlessness honed on the battlefield.

Zhou Xing does not hide.

He faced the blade, sidestepped, stepped forward, and with lightning speed, his left hand reached for the black and gold gun barrel, pressing down.

As the black gold was exposed in this area, the bayonet involuntarily veered off course.

At the same time, Zhou Xing brought his right hand together and thrust it like a knife towards Hei Jin's armpit.

Black Gold was also a trained fighter, with extremely fast reflexes. He released his gun and retreated rapidly.

But he was fast, and Zhou Xing was even faster.

The chop shot changed direction midway, transforming from a thrust into a slap, and lightly landed on the black-and-gold chest.

"puff!"

As if struck by a heavy blow, Hei Jin was sent flying backward, crashing into the burning wreckage of a car, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

The other bayonets have already pierced through.

Zhou Xing's body suddenly twisted in an inexplicable way, his shoulder seemed to dislocate and shrank to the side and back to avoid a knife;

His waist folded as if it had no bones, and another knife grazed his stomach; at the same time, he kicked away a third knife.

His movements were not human at all, but like a slippery eel, or—a water ghost.

"River demon".

This word suddenly popped into my head.

The elders in my hometown say that the resentment of those who drowned lingers and they become river spirits, possessing incredible strength in the water and a body so flexible it's as if they have no bones.

boom!

Zhou Xing seized an opening and punched the nearest person in the face.

It wasn't like the sound of a fist hitting flesh; it was a muffled thud, like a hammer smashing a watermelon.

The man's face was dented, and he died without uttering a sound.

Next is the second one.

Zhou Xing grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and snapped it. The bayonet fell to the ground, and then he struck his throat with his elbow, shattering his Adam's apple.

The third one tried to run away, but Zhou Xing caught up with him, grabbed him from behind by the back of his neck, and gave him a gentle shake.

The man collapsed to the ground like a snake whose bones had been removed.

The whole process took less than ten seconds.

I stood there, holding the bayonet, but felt my blood run cold.

Five men, five veterans who had killed on the battlefield, all died in a single encounter.

Black Gold struggled to get up from beside the car, his face covered in blood, and fear finally showing in his eyes.

Zhou Xing turned around, looked at him, and walked over step by step.

Black Gold let out a strange cry, pulled a Mauser pistol from his waist, and fired.

Just before Zhou Xing pulled the trigger, his head suddenly disappeared. In that instant, his head vanished from his shoulder!

The bullet flew through the air.

Black Gold fired three shots in quick succession.

Zhou Xing's body swayed like willow catkins, each sway occurring just before the bullets were fired, and all three shots missed.

Then he took a step in front of Black Gold and reached out to grab the gun barrel.

Black and gold pull the trigger.

Click.

The bullet jammed?

No, Zhou Xing's fingers somehow got stuck on the hammer.

Black Gold looked at him in despair.

Zhou Xing placed his other hand on Hei Jin's forehead.

I didn't use any force, just a light press. Like wiping something dirty off him.

Black Gold's eyes instantly lost their luster, and he slowly tilted his head back, blood beginning to seep from his seven orifices.

I was standing not far away, watching this scene, when suddenly my crotch felt hot and I peed.

run!

That was the only thought left in my mind.

I turned around and ran, using all the strength I had in my life to sprint back the mountain path I had come from.

The wind howled in my ears, and my heart pounded like a drum.

I don't want to die. ...

Go back to Baoding, get married, have a son, and have a warm bed.

I ran out of the firelight and into the dark woods.

There were no footsteps behind him, and no one was chasing him.

Did he let me go?

Perhaps he was tired too; those were more than a dozen seasoned soldiers!

A surge of joy welled up inside me.

But the next second, a calm voice rang in my ear, so close it was like it was whispering right next to me: "Where are you going?"

I froze, and slowly turned my head.

"He runs pretty fast."

Zhou Xing was already standing beside me, his face right next to my shoulder, looking at me calmly.

When did he catch up? How come there wasn't a sound?

My legs went weak, and I knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly: "Hero, spare my life! Hero, spare my life! I'll tell you everything! We came here on a mission! The middleman is Scarface Six! We have no grudge against you! Spare my life—"

"What a perfect excuse for having no grudges or enemies."

I only heard that one sentence, and before I could say anything, I felt an itch on my ear, and then everything went black. I knew nothing more.

In the distance, beside the burning wreckage of a car.

Hans awoke from his coma and shook his buzzing head.

He struggled to sit up and saw corpses lying haphazardly around him, and Zhou Xing standing among them, examining a Hanyang rifle.

In the firelight, Zhou Xing's profile was hard and cold, with deep eyes.

At his feet knelt an unconscious bandit.

"Zhou—Detective Zhou?"

Hans spoke in a hoarse voice.

Zhou Xing turned his head and glanced at him.

"Can you walk?"

Hans nodded and stood up, enduring the dizziness.

"These people—"

I know what I'm doing.

Zhou Xing said succinctly, "We've spared one life. Let's go; this place is not safe to stay any longer."

Hans looked at Zhou Xing's calm face, then at the dozen or so corpses around him, and a chill ran down his spine.

He suddenly understood why Captain Reynolds cared so much about this Chinese police officer.

This is not human.

It is something more dangerous, disguised in human skin.

In the darkness, the two men and the captive staggered down the mountain.

Behind them, the car's embers gradually died out, and the last glimmer of light disappeared into the darkness.

The mountains and forests have returned to silence.

It was as if nothing had happened.