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

"Get out of here. If you keep crowding around here, arrest them all and send them to jail for three months."

The Western soldiers swung their guns and smashed it.

"Snap!"

The solid wood stock carried the strength of a soldier's shoulder and wrist; how could an ordinary person withstand such a blow?

The sound of bone cracking rang out.

A middle-aged man next to Lin Ji was suddenly thrown from his shoulder, a large part of it collapsing. He was in so much pain that he forgot to speak for a moment.

"Splash!"

The crowd scattered in all directions.

Lin Ji didn't linger and pushed his way out with the flow of people.

After walking through several streets and alleys, Lin Ji turned into an empty alley. After checking his surroundings, he suddenly felt a jolt in his back, and his previously hunched figure instantly straightened.

She shows no signs of aging whatsoever.

Lin Ji lightly stepped on the wall with his toes, and with a single pull, he silently scaled the high wall like a raccoon roaming in the night, landing inside the consulate estate.

They climbed over into the courtyard.

Lin Ji did not act rashly.

He hid in the darkness, his mind slightly calmed, and in his sea of ​​consciousness, the black and white jade pendant turned gently, and Lin Ji's perception spread out instantly.

With the blessing of the Heavenly Evolution Note, Lin Ji's perception instantly enveloped most of the manor.

The entire manor was heavily guarded.

The patrolling Western soldiers were stationed every three steps and sentries every five steps. If they used any underhanded tactics, they would not be able to make any progress in the manor.

Lin Ji lowered his body, his chest rising and falling slightly.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the shadows of the manor.

He barely breathed, his figure moving in the shadows, and even when he was less than ten steps away from the Western guards, he was not noticed.

Just a moment later.

Lin Ji then found the small building in the manor.

The small building was brightly lit.

However, the building's design is extremely complex.

Lin Ji lightly touched the ground with his feet, leaped up, and landed lightly on the second floor of the small building.

"who!"

The guards were extremely perceptive.

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up his gun and followed the sound, but found nothing.

He frowned slightly, glanced around, and then looked away.

Lin Ji, who made the noise, was just a step above the soldier's head. The soldier could easily spot Lin Ji if he looked up.

It was only with the blessing of the Heavenly Evolution Note and the Black and White Jade Pendant.

The soldier did not sense any presence whatsoever.

Wait until the soldiers are far away.

Lin Ji lightly tapped his knuckles and flipped himself into an empty room in the small building.

The black and white jade pendant in his mind turned slightly, and the entire layout of the second floor appeared clearly in his mind.

Not far from the room.

A conversation clearly reached Lin Ji's ears.

"Colonel Zacks, the ban on weapons cannot be eradicated or stopped by force alone."

The president of the FAMAS Chamber of Commerce spoke slowly and deliberately, with an air of superiority:

"Even if you shut down the martial arts school and arrest the owner, these Chinese people still cherish the tradition of martial arts and will start practicing again sooner or later."

"But I'm different. The medicine has been improved. Although the effect is a bit worse, the side effects are minimal. With just one injection, an ordinary person can achieve what the Chinese call 'Ming Jin' (a type of internal strength).

The president of the FAMAS Chamber of Commerce smirked, a smug smile playing on his lips, and let out a sneer:

"What ordinary people spend ten years cultivating to reach, we can achieve with a single needle. Which path do you think they would choose?"

"Once everyone has gained strength and benefited from the drugs, would they still be willing to spend ten or twenty years practicing horse stance and internal strength? In less than three generations, the roots of Chinese martial arts will rot away on their own."

Zack's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands repeatedly, laughing and cheering.

"Brilliant! Much better than simply suppressing them! I'll find some people right away to set a few examples in Jiangcheng!"

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and a person immediately walked in from outside, bowing to receive his orders.

"Go and call Zhang Shijie here."

A short while later, a familiar figure pushed open the door and entered, his voice full of ingratiating flattery:

"Colonel, you wanted to see me?"

Lin Ji raised an eyebrow slightly.

It turned out to be Zhang Shijie.

Instead of taking care of Zhang Jichuan's funeral at home, he's clinging to the coattails of foreigners. He's truly a model of filial piety, just like his ancestors.

Zack then gave the order:

"Zhang, go find a few prominent figures in the Jiangcheng martial arts circle and tell them that the British Empire is supporting them by providing free injections to enhance their cultivation. If you do a good job, you'll be the number one person in the Jiangcheng martial arts world from now on."

"Yes, sir! I will handle it perfectly!" Zhang Shijie was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed and left.

Lin Ji sneered inwardly, pondering whether to finish off this scoundrel, when the jade pendant in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled violently.

An extremely eerie aura emanated from the end of the corridor. It lacked the warmth of a living person and instead carried a strong smell of decay and mold, like a corpse crawling out of a coffin.

The next moment, the door to Zack's room was pushed open, and two soldiers pushed in an iron frame covered with a black cloth.

Zack instinctively took a half step back, frowning as he said:

"What is this?"

"Don't you recognize Kane?"

The chamber of commerce president spoke calmly, taking out a silver box from his robes. The lid popped open, revealing three pale blue syringes inside.

"The provincial capital's laboratory put in a lot of effort to create this thing, so you can see the latest results of human experimentation."

He stepped forward, pulled out a syringe, and precisely pierced Kane's neck on the iron frame.

The dark blue liquid was slowly pushed in.

About three breaths later.

"Ho—"

A heavy, labored breath came from under the black cloth.

The previously motionless "corpse" suddenly curled its fingers and broke free of the binding chains.

The black cloth slipped off, revealing a face that was pale and bluish-white, with sunken eyes and pupils devoid of any living spirit, yet the aura emanating from the body was approaching the peak of the Dark Force!

"Colonel Zacks."

He spoke, his voice hoarse like two pieces of rust rubbing together, yet he clearly called out the name.

Zack was both surprised and delighted. Just as he was about to exclaim in praise, Kane suddenly turned his head and stared intently at the window where Lin Ji was hiding!

"There's the scent of living people... outside!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly sprang up!

"Boom—!"

He smashed a large hole in the thick brick wall, and as bricks and stones flew, he swung his five fingers into claws, bringing a foul stench, straight at Lin Ji's face!

Inside the room, Zack was taken aback at first, then, following the wall Kane had smashed through, he saw Lin Ji, who looked like a hunched old man, and immediately burst into wild laughter:

"Good! Very good! I haven't even set a trap to invite you, and you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep! Old man, let's see where you run this time!"

Brick and stone fragments flew towards him, but Lin Ji stood still, not taking a single step back.

Only when Kane's thick, sharp claws were no more than half a foot from his face did he slightly raise his eyes and gently tap the inconspicuous skinning stick in his hand forward.

A light touch landed on Kane's palm.

"Click—"

The sound of bones cracking was crisp and piercing.

Kane's claws, which were as hard as steel, shattered inch by inch!

He was struck as if by a thousand pounds, flying backward and crashing heavily onto the floor of the council chamber. He slid several meters before coming to a stop, with dark red blood foam gushing from his mouth.

The president of the FAMAS Chamber of Commerce scoffed, his contempt undiminished, and pulled out another potion, inserting it into Kane's neck.

moment.

A pervasive sense of death filled the entire venue.