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

Lin Ji turned his head to look at the three Japanese samurai whose expressions had changed drastically, his tone indifferent yet carrying an undeniable firmness.

"Sealing the door is acceptable."

"Stay-at-home order, okay."

"You can't take Instructor Gu's things or search for martial arts manuals."

The leading Japanese samurai was both shocked and enraged. Suppressing his fear, he roared fiercely:

"You old scoundrel! How dare you disobey Prince Jingmei's military orders?! Obstructing official business, you will be apprehended today and executed without mercy!"

Before he finished speaking, his katana was suddenly drawn, the bright blade carrying a sharp gust of wind, aimed straight at Lin Ji's head, the killing swift and ruthless.

The surrounding students gasped in surprise; everyone felt that the old man was doomed to die.

Available in the next second.

Lin Ji raised his hand slightly, his five fingers loosely gripping the blade, seemingly slowly but with perfect precision.

Clang!

A piercing metallic clang resounded!

The incredibly sharp katana was stopped in his hand; the blade trembled violently, yet it could not advance even an inch further.

The Japanese samurai's pupils contracted sharply. He exerted all his inner strength to press down on the blade, his face turning red, but the blade remained motionless as if locked by a mountain.

Lin Ji suddenly unleashed a burst of hidden power from his fingertips!

Click!

The steel katana snapped in two with a sharp crack!

The broken sword flew through the air, grazed the Japanese samurai's ear, and embedded itself in the earthen wall behind him, causing it to tremble violently.

Before the other party could react, Lin Ji flicked his wrist and delivered a gentle palm strike. It seemed weak, but it contained the true meaning of Tai Chi's force-dissipating technique.

boom!

The skilled Japanese samurai was struck hard on the spot, his body flying several meters backward before crashing heavily to the bottom of the stone steps. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his meridians were injured, and he could no longer get up.

In the blink of an eye, the enemy was defeated in one move!

The remaining two Japanese samurai were terrified and hurriedly drew their swords to surround the enemy. Their swords crossed and created a flurry of blades.

Lin Ji moved lightly, his Tai Chi steps flowing smoothly, his figure dodging and weaving amidst the dense flashes of sword light, all with composure.

He skillfully deflected the force with both hands, and two muffled thuds rang out in succession.

Both samurai had their wrists dislocated by the shock, their katanas slipped from their hands and fell to the ground. They screamed and staggered backward, collapsing to the ground, incapacitated.

The three Japanese law enforcement warriors were completely routed within moments!

The entire room was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

All the teachers and students stared in disbelief at the aged figure in the center of the room, their hearts filled with profound shock.

Who would have thought that the old gatekeeper who silently swept the floor every day and treated people with kindness was actually a reclusive master!

Wang Meng's legs went weak, and he subconsciously took several steps back. His face was ashen, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. His previous arrogance and domineering attitude had vanished completely.

Zhou Xun's hidden strength suddenly erupted, and his figure flashed out, pressing down on Lin Ji:

"You old scoundrel, how dare you be so rude!"

Lin Ji's gaze fell on Zhou Xun, his voice calm yet unusually cold:

"Vice Principal Zhou, you hold a high position in the Martial Arts Hall, are highly regarded by Principal Xiao, and are respected by the students."

Instead of protecting the martial arts tradition and safeguarding the students, they are greedy for personal gain, colluding with foreign enemies, betraying the martial arts tradition, and acting as Japanese agents planted in Jiangcheng's martial arts community.

Lin Ji suddenly raised his withered hand and slammed it down on Zhou Xun's palm.

Also at the mid-stage of the Dark Force realm.

Zhou Xun's palm strike was firmly suppressed.

"Principal Zhou, you must be the Japanese spy planted in the Martial Arts Academy."

Every word is true, every sentence is piercing to the heart!

Zhou Xun unleashed his inner energy, yet he couldn't muster a single ounce of strength.

His face turned pale and then red. He opened his mouth to argue, but found himself speechless, and all his confidence collapsed.

Lin Ji continued speaking, his voice resounding throughout the entire training ground:

"You condoned your subordinates' instructors accepting bribes and privately tutoring, corrupting the atmosphere of the martial arts academy, and obstructing the closure of the academy to avoid danger, all for the sake of protecting your own source of wealth. You also colluded with foreign enemies, intending to offer up the martial arts academy's heritage in exchange for a high position promised by Japan."

"Does such a traitor who betrays his country and disgraces his school deserve to hold the position of vice principal of the martial arts academy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of instructors suddenly realized what was happening, and their gazes toward Zhou Xun were filled with contempt and anger.

The crowd, who had been deceived and incited before, now saw through Zhou Xun's wolfish ambitions.

Zhou Xun gritted his teeth, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

The truth has been revealed, there is no turning back, we have no choice but to fight to the death!

He suddenly bit his tongue, unleashing a secret technique that sent a gust of wind whistling around him. Gritting his teeth and gathering his strength, he slammed a palm down hard on Lin Ji's chest!

"I have cultivated myself for over twenty years; how dare you, a mere old scoundrel, insult me!"

A full-force palm strike, with its violent energy, is enough to shatter bluestone; an ordinary martial artist would die upon contact.

Gu Yanqiu's pupils contracted slightly, and he was about to step forward when Lin Ji raised his hand to stop him.

Lin Ji stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding, and simply flicked his palm out.

Plain and unremarkable, lacking any imposing presence.

The moment the two palms collided.

boom!

An invisible shockwave exploded out!

Zhou Xun's violent energy was instantly disintegrated layer by layer and completely dissolved, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

A powerful force rebounded and struck him back through the palm strike!

"puff--"

Zhou Xun suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The pain from the fractured arm bone was excruciating. He staggered back more than ten steps, his legs gave way, and he knelt heavily on the ground. His energy dissipated, and he had no fighting power left.

one move!

He crushed the vice principal of the martial arts hall, who was also at the mid-stage of the Dark Force realm!

Lin Ji looked down at Zhou Xun, who was kneeling on the ground, his tone indifferent:

"With your level of skill, you can still make a living in the martial world."

"But it is utterly vulnerable in the face of national righteousness and the spirit of martial arts."

The entire room fell silent; no one dared to utter another word.

Just then, the sound of neat and dense leather boots pounding the ground came from outside the martial arts hall. The footsteps of countless Japanese soldiers approached from afar, creating a powerful and imposing sound.

A cold and domineering voice traveled through the crowd and into the martial arts hall.

"I've heard that the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Hall harbors a reclusive grandmaster?"

"I want to see it for myself."

The scenery is beautiful; I personally visited the Martial Arts Hall!

Jingmei's eyes fell on Lin Ji's chest.

Lin Ji's chest heaved.

The shock made him open his eyes wide, his pupils constricting.

"The Heavenly Evolution Note!"

"It's actually the Heavenly Evolution Note!" Jingmei exclaimed in a low voice, her tone filled with unbelievable ecstasy and sinister intent.

He never expected this!

The old man who murdered Jingren and forced his way into Xincheng was the same person.

and so.

Was everything that happened in Xincheng caused by this old man?

His eyes were sinister, and he didn't care whether Jingxiu or Jingren lived or died.

What he cared about most was that the old man in front of him had actually mastered the Heavenly Evolution Notes, and had actually mastered his path to the Transcendent Realm.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible elation flashed in the corner of his eye, but it was instantly suppressed by the sinister look in his eyes.

He was very fortunate that the old man in front of him only had the strength of the mid-stage of Dark Force.

"Take it down!"

A group of twelve black-clad warriors surged into Jingmei's presence.

The twelve warriors, all possessing internal energy, unleashed their full power.

"Splash!"

The twelve gleaming samurai swords, their cold light suppressing the sweltering heat of late July, were aimed directly at Lin Ji.

Lin Ji chuckled, completely unconcerned about the approaching cold blade: "Your Highness has been plundering Guanghua Martial Arts for years, isn't it just to witness the power of the Heavenly Evolution Technique?"

"I'll let you see this old man today!"