Republic of China era: A hundred-year-old still practicing martial arts? Is that right?

Lin Ji looked at Bai Xiaonian.

A kind smile spread across his face; the boy was as genuine as ever.

"Little New Year, come to Grandpa Lin's place."

Bai Xiaonian was slightly taken aback. He was surrounded by six Ming Jin experts. How could he get through them?

His gaze swept across the area, and the next second he gritted his teeth, found what he considered a breakthrough point, and charged towards Lin Ji.

"Baka!"

Asuka roared angrily, and swung her katana fiercely, drawing a silver streak in the air as she slashed towards Bai Xiaonian.

"bite--"

It was just an inch off.

When the katana was an inch away from Bai Xiaonian's head, it suddenly veered off course, and the hundred-refined steel sword in Asuka's hand flew out of his hand, arcing through the air before embedding itself in the ground.

The bird's pupils dilated in shock.

He didn't even see who made the move.

However, his palms were numb and his tiger's mouth was painfully split.

A violent aura seeped into his body through his palm, constantly tearing at the veins in his arm.

"Hidden force penetrates the body!"

It was actually internal force.

He instantly cowered, his voice trembling:

"escape!"

next second.

Together with him, the four figures in kimonos suddenly scattered in all directions.

"Grandpa Lin." Bai Xiaonian, who knew nothing, ran to Lin Ji's side without turning his head and called out softly while panting.

Si Tianhu was still fantasizing about the generous rewards the Zhang family would give him after he captured Lin Ji, and even the Si family would benefit from it.

The next second, the Japanese man actually ran away. He couldn't help but panic: "What are you doing? A mere old gatekeeper has scared you like this?"

"You two, get him! Grab this old man, and I'll give you double the reward!"

The two exchanged a glance and nodded vigorously.

Money makes the world go round, and with a double reward of a full thousand silver dollars, they took the job!

They suddenly assumed a fighting stance and charged towards Lin Ji from the left and right.

Lin Ji didn't even raise his eyes; he simply raised his wrist slightly, and four pebbles that he had been holding in his hand at some point shot out.

The fleeing Japanese samurai suddenly stopped and collapsed to the ground with a "crash!"

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand and pushed it forward, his withered hand blocking Lin Ji's way.

The two Ming Jin experts brought by Si Tianhu suddenly stopped in their tracks, unsure of where to begin their attack.

"What are you two standing there for! Get them!" Si Tianhu thought the two of them seemed to have deliberately stopped.

This time, however, he saw through the deception.

Four powerful Japanese martial artists collapsed to the ground in the blink of an eye.

This old man... isn't as simple as he thinks!

Lin Ji paused slightly in his palm, then stomped forward.

The distance of two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) was as close as a foot.

The next moment, Lin Ji appeared beside the two, his palm touching the hem of their clothes, and the two were immediately sent flying backward.

The two were sent flying a full three zhang (approximately 10 meters) away, their bodies crashing to the ground with a dull thud.

"puff!"

Blood gushed from their mouths. The only proof that they were still alive was the grotesque faces contorted by the excruciating pain on their cheeks. They didn't even have the strength to groan in pain.

Si Tianhu's legs trembled, suddenly went limp, and he stumbled back two steps.

He found it hard to believe.

Is this the same old gatekeeper I haven't seen for days?

When did he become so amazing?

These were highly paid experts in the Ming Jin realm, yet they couldn't even withstand a single move from him.

Do not!

This old man has been hiding his true abilities all along!

He was greatly alarmed, then suddenly remembered something.

He had just heard Zhang Shao mention a few days ago that experts in Ming Jin and An Jin could hear others talking from a great distance. Could it be that his father's death was related to this?

Si Tianhu abruptly stopped his retreating steps, his eyes filled with resentment and venom, and said in a low voice:

"Old Lin, I have a question for you!"

"Was it you who broke into my study and killed my father that night?!"

Lin Ji remained silent.

Si Tianhu went berserk, his pupils bloodshot, his eyes bulging as if about to burst. He lunged forward, raising his faltering fist to smash towards Lin Ji.

"It's you! It's you! Give me back my father's life!"

"You?"

Bai Xiaonian suddenly darted out from behind Lin Ji, raised his palm to catch the fist that Si Tianhu was throwing, and twisted his wrist sharply.

"Crack!"

The sound of countless bones cracking echoed through Si Tianhu's arm.

"ah--"

Si Tianhu had somehow reached the rank of a martial artist specializing in skin refining, but his fists were so weak that they were weaker than those of ordinary people, and his bones were as flimsy as those of an eighty-year-old man.

"Whether it was Grandpa Lin or not, your Si family's opium business has poisoned the people of Jiangcheng, and you should have died long ago!" Bai Xiaonian suddenly raised his leg, his toe piercing Si Tianhu's leg bone.

"Crack!"

Another sound of bones cracking rang out from Si Tianhu's body.

"ah--"

Haven't seen you for a few days,

Bai Xiaonian has shed his former youthful indecisiveness and now fights decisively, his moves becoming increasingly fierce.

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

During my studies at the martial arts academy.

Si Tianhu made several attempts to kill Bai Xiaonian, which was an insult no one could swallow, let alone show mercy to their enemy during this hard-won opportunity.

"You stinking mud-legged bastard, so what if you've reached the rank of a martial artist? So what if you've become a flesh-refining martial artist? Do you still want to turn things around? Japan and Great Britain have set up concessions for you. Do you still want to have time to improve your martial arts? How laughable!" Si Tianhu collapsed to the ground, but surprisingly, he wasn't defeated by the pain. He roared angrily at Bai Xiaonian.

Si Tianhu felt a surge of anger that he couldn't swallow.

Bai Xiaonian has been superior to him since he entered the martial arts hall, from beginning to end.

He hates it!

"Si Tianhu, you're the one lying on the ground now." Bai Xiaonian's eyes were sharp and piercing: "With this punch, you won't even see the sun rise tomorrow!"

Si Tianhu's shouting abruptly stopped as excruciating pain in his arms and legs, like maggots clinging to his bones, assaulted his entire body.

The pain cleared his furious mind considerably. Looking at the sharp killing intent in Bai Xiaonian's eyes, he felt an overwhelming fear, and even his heart, which had been pounding violently with excitement, suddenly stopped.

dead!

He never thought of it.

Driven by overwhelming fear, he scrambled to his feet and raised his only usable hand to hug Bai Xiaonian's leg.

"No...Master Bai...Don't kill me! I'll be your dog, I'll be your slave!"

Si Tianhu has completely lost his dignity.

His hypocritical mask finally came off, and his face, contorted with pain, displayed a fawning demeanor reserved only for Zhang Shijie.

Bai Xiaonian looked at that familiar expression, his eyes flashing with undisguised disgust. He raised his fist and punched, wanting to smash that disgusting expression on that face.

"Clatter!"

A pair of withered hands clamped down on his hand.

Bai Xiaonian looked up at Lin Ji, his eyes filled with incomprehension and stubbornness.

"He's still useful."

"And the Zhang family is the culprit."

Lin Ji spoke softly, explaining to Bai Xiaonian the reason why he did this.

He then turned to Si Tianhu, his tone flat: "I'll give you a chance to live. Go find Zhang Shijie!"