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

"What...what is this...?"

On the training ground, many students had heavy hearts, as if a large stone was pressing down on them.

"Just what level of skill does this person possess...?"

The instructors weren't much better off; everyone's faces were pale.

Jingmei's aura alone was enough to make everyone present, who had not yet reached the Ming Jin level, feel breathless.

Zhou Xun's eyes, which had been filled with fear, suddenly lit up with wild joy, and he cried out in surprise:

"He's at the half-step Transcendent Realm! His Highness the Prince is actually at the half-step Transcendent Realm!"

Liu Qingzhu was equally shocked; it seemed that her internal energy was also being suppressed.

Gu Yanqiu looked at Jing Mei in surprise.

She had felt the same energy from Jing Xiu, but this energy was purer and more powerful.

"Qingzhu, he's at the half-step into the Transcendent Realm!"

As Jingmei pressed forward step by step, Lin Ji's martial arts and jade pendant in his sea of ​​consciousness were activated wildly, completely isolating that invisible pressure.

Lin Ji looked at Jing Mei and his eyes suddenly furrowed slightly.

Jingmei's chest heaving was surprisingly similar to his.

but.

Compared to the natural, unforced thumping of Lin Ji's chest, this method of rousing himself was more violent and lacked the natural, spontaneous energy of nature.

Jingmei walked up to a fallen samurai and lightly touched him with her toes. The samurai immediately stopped groaning in pain and calmly "fell asleep".

Jingmei's aura surged several degrees.

Lin Ji was horrified.

Did this Japanese prince somehow glean some insights from the second volume of the Tianyan Commentary?

Unable to borrow the power of heaven and earth, they can instead borrow the life force of martial artists?

"You old scoundrel, take this!"

Jingmei suddenly quickened her pace, leaving a blur behind her as she lunged at Lin Ji.

His movements were completely obscured by his large kimono, and Lin Ji couldn't even see how he made his first move.

"boom!"

Approaching Lin Ji by about a foot, Jing Mei, beneath her wide kimono, unleashed a powerful punch that pierced the air and struck Lin Ji's chest.

Just before his fist struck Lin Ji's chest, Lin Ji managed to raise his palm and twist it onto his fist.

Lin Ji spun his palm, his body retreated in mid-air, and used the force to fly backward two zhang away.

Upon landing, Lin Ji's feet formed a Bagua pattern, neutralizing all the force from Jingmei's fist.

Although the attack hit, it had no effect whatsoever. Jing Mei's sinister eyes narrowed sharply, and she blamed everything on Tian Yanzhu.

He lunged forward again, his punch causing a sudden shift in the heavens and earth, the force of his fist tearing through the surrounding air.

"Knock knock!"

As his chest heaved, Lin Ji felt his blood and energy being stirred when he received the punch.

Lin Ji was sent flying backward again, putting distance between himself and Jing Mei.

Seeing Lin Ji's disheveled appearance from afar, Zhou Xun said, "Old man, you overestimate yourself! You actually thought you could protect the Martial Hall from Prince Jingmei's grasp? Hmph! In less than three punches, you'll be a dead soul beneath Prince Jingmei's fists!"

Lin Ji turned his head and saw Zhou Xun's disheveled appearance with his hair in disarray, and said with amusement:

"Barking like a madman! Vice Principal Zhou, why keep yourself as the head of the Martial Arts Hall, instead of groveling like a dog? Have all those years of studying Confucian classics gone to waste?"

"You lowly gatekeeper, how dare you speak to me like that?" Zhou Xun shouted.

"Zhou Xun! You colluded with Japanese pirates, working together to sell martial arts traditions. You are the real villain who tried to destroy the foundation of the Martial Arts Hall and ruin its fortune!" Lin Ji's voice was loud and clear, each word resounding throughout the entire training ground, piercing through the oppressive aura brought by Jing Mei.

His gaze shifted to Wang Meng, who was trembling beside him, and he continued to expose him: "And you, Wang Meng! You cling to Zhou Xun, form cliques for personal gain, suppress upright instructors, and bully students from poor families. How can you be a martial arts instructor!"

These words completely shattered the hypocritical masks of Zhou Xun and Wang Meng!

The entire venue erupted!

The instructors instantly realized their mistake.

"So that's how it is! It was Vice Principal Zhou who colluded with foreign enemies!"

"No wonder he's been targeting Instructor Gu at every turn and deliberately protecting Wang Meng; it turns out he's already sided with Japan!"

"They're not trying to reform the martial arts school; they're trying to sever the very foundation of our martial arts!"

Countless students stared wide-eyed, their blood boiling, their eyes filled with nothing but contempt and hatred for the traitors.

Zhou Xun's face turned deathly pale, and he screamed hysterically, "Utter nonsense! Pure slander!"

Lin Ji's eyes were icy: "A traitor who sells out his country for personal gain is not worthy of arguing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew backwards towards Zhou Xun, his palm trembling slightly as he struck Zhou Xun.

"puff--!"

Zhou Xun had no time to dodge and coughed up blood.

His eyes widened as he looked down at his abdomen in disbelief, his body going limp and collapsing to the ground, his martial arts foundation completely destroyed!

Wang Meng, who witnessed Zhou Xun being crippled, was instantly terrified. His legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, repeatedly kowtowing and begging for mercy until his forehead was bruised and bleeding.

"Senior Lin, spare my life! I know I was wrong, please spare my life!"

He had long lost his former arrogance and domineering attitude.

Gu Yanqiu moved swiftly, stepping forward with a chilling voice:

"Disrupting the martial arts academy and colluding with foreign enemies are unforgivable crimes!"

Her palm strike descended with fierce force, its hidden power penetrating and precisely pressing down on Wang Meng's meridians.

Jingmei, sitting opposite him, turned completely gloomy, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

He originally intended to use the pretext of sealing off the martial arts hall to seize the martial arts heritage, and with the help of Zhou Xun and Wang Meng as his two inside agents, he would completely control the martial arts lineage in Jiangcheng. After years of planning, he was about to succeed.

In a short while, all the accomplices were eliminated, all the conspiracies were exposed in public, and the entire plan was completely ruined!

What drives him even more to itch and obsessively is that the Heavenly Evolution Manual, a supreme technique that could allow him to break through to the next level, is right before his eyes, yet he has never been able to get his hands on it!

With his plans ruined and his hard work in vain, extreme anger and extreme greed intertwined and completely disrupted Jingmei's state of mind, causing him to lose all balance!

"You old bastard, you're asking for it!"

Jingmei roared angrily, her eyes bloodshot, and the pressure of her half-step Transcendent Realm power erupted without reservation!

The violent power of blood and qi plundering swept across the entire area, the air exploded, the bluestone on the ground cracked layer by layer, and the entire martial arts training ground trembled slightly.

Gu Yanqiu and Liu Qingzhu felt their blood surge suddenly, their chests tighten, and they were forced to retreat repeatedly, completely unable to intervene in the battle.

Everyone present was shocked, knowing that Jingmei had already decided to kill!

Jingmei locked her gaze on Lin Ji, her killing intent surging. She unleashed her life's cultivation, preparing to use her trump card to forcibly suppress and capture Lin Ji, and seize the Heavenly Evolution Note!

But at this critical moment when life and death were locked in a standoff and a great battle was about to begin...

Outside Wutang City, a series of heavy, rhythmic thuds of leather boots suddenly echoed across the ground!

Densely packed, stretching from afar to near, their sheer numbers creating a magnificent spectacle!

A sharp roar pierced through the streets and alleys, reaching the martial arts hall and clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"Your Highness! Westerners! The Westerners are here!"

"What?"

Jingmei's fist suddenly stopped.

"Why are they here!"

Everyone in the martial arts hall peered out, and a group of tall, fair-skinned, strong men forcefully pushed past the Japanese soldiers and entered the hall.