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

"So, Chief Du, please make a decision quickly," Lin Ji asked with a light laugh.

"Alright, we'll do as Mr. Lin says." Du Qingyi slammed her fist into her palm, no longer hesitating.

For more than a decade, the Green Robe Gang has been the only powerful force in Jiangcheng. Both the county government and the army have to give Du Qingyi face.

He was originally a powerful figure, but the Green Robe Gang suffered repeated setbacks, and various forces in Jiangcheng put a lot of pressure on him, which made him lose his edge.

Now, hearing of Zack's death and Lin Ji's willingness to join forces, and with his greatest reliance on his advisor, one of the Thirteen Protectors, having broken through to the peak of Dark Force, the combined forces instantly restored his confidence. He slammed his hand on the table, the force so great that even the teacups on it jumped.

"Alright, let's do as Mr. Lin says!"

"I, Du Qingyi, have endured this insult for far too long! Mr. Du, please rest assured, the Qingyi Gang will do everything in its power."

That's all.

He seemed to suddenly remember something, and a look of joy appeared on his face:

"Look at my memory, Mr. Lin. That spear you asked us to forge before, Master Lu worked through the night and finally finished it tonight. Why don't you come with me to the backyard to take a look?"

A glint of light flashed in Lin Ji's eyes.

The treasures in the Book of Reversal of Fate are all extraordinary.

With the addition of the Mountain and River Stabilizing Spear technique, which is at a high level of proficiency, his strength can reach another level.

He responded softly, "Okay."

However, Lin Ji glanced at Du Qingyi lightly, thinking to himself:

"This old bastard, even if I don't mention helping him, he's going to drag me away with this gun?"

The group got up and walked towards the backyard.

In the middle of the backyard.

A solid wooden weapon rack was thrown about.

A large spear lay horizontally on the shelf.

The gun body is forged from black iron, its dark exterior reflecting a cold, eerie light. The shaft is engraved with intricate landscape patterns, as if capturing the essence of nature.

The spearhead is long and sharp, with double-edged blades that exude a chilling aura, and two closely spaced blood grooves.

Lin Ji stepped forward and reached out to grasp the center of the gun handle.

The gun felt heavy and solid in his hand, yet its weight was just right. The landscape patterns on it were not uncomfortable at all, as if they were naturally matched with the lines on Lin Ji's palm.

Lin Ji held the spear in his hand and leaned forward slightly. A cold glint flashed from the spearhead, and Lin Ji felt as if he were controlling his own arm.

Lin Ji's chest heaved, and the Heavenly Evolution Flow circulated within him. The Qi within his body flowed and instantly climbed up the spear shaft, while the hidden energy slowly poured into the spear tip.

"drink!"

Lin Ji raised his gun with one hand. The tip of the gun suddenly swept out horizontally.

A cold glint flashed.

"Whoosh!"

The spear tip never touched the ground, yet it cleanly sliced ​​through a three-inch-thick slab of bluestone.

The spear's edge remained undiminished.

After splitting the bluestone, he plowed a deep groove about an inch wide and two zhang deep into the ground.

Thankfully, the backyard is big enough.

That's enough for Lin Ji to unleash his full potential.

"Great gun!"

Lin Ji praised him. He slightly twitched his wrist.

"Buzz—"

The spear made a soft clanging sound as it thrust forward.

The iron target, which was half an inch thick, was instantly pierced through in front of Lin Ji.

The three had barely regained their footing when another loud buzzing sound rang in their ears, making them tingle.

The three were shocked.

Liu Qingzhu's gaze towards Lin Ji was even more so.

She originally thought that after breaking through to the late stage of Dark Force and becoming a true master of Dark Force, her strength would be on par with Lin Bo.

But now it seems that there is a difference even in internal strength.

Du Qingyi gasped.

He knew the gun was made of high-quality materials, which was why he didn't hand it over to Lin Ji immediately.

But he never expected that the gun would be so powerful.

Lin Ji gently stroked the gun, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

"Let's call this spear the Mountain and River Stabilizing Spear! It will stabilize the waves of mountains and rivers and slay all the evil spirits in the world."

but.

in case.

If Gu Yanqiu were present, he would probably roll his eyes on the spot.

This is not the name of any gun.

This is clearly Lin Ji copying the name of the spear technique "Mountains and Rivers Calming the Waves Spear".

Lin Ji put away his gun and turned to look at Du Qingyi:

"Chief Du, there's no time to lose. Let's make our move tonight and catch the Brotherhood off guard."

Du Qingyi nodded solemnly: "Alright! I'll give the order right away."

Lin Ji and his companion walked out of the Green Robe Gang's headquarters. Lin Ji gripped the long spear draped over a black cloth, gazing at the chaos and turmoil in the streets. This Jiangcheng had been defended:

"Let's go back and help organize the manpower."

"Okay." Shen Jinluan reached out and took Lin Ji's arm. She instinctively felt that Lin Ji's arm was solid and strong.

……

The tranquility of Gouwei Alley in Dongcheng has been lost.

The old locust tree in the alley was deserted; the children who used to play there were nowhere to be seen, and even the neighbors who used to chat had not come out.

In the small market outside the alley, none of the vendors who used to set up stalls and hawk their wares were to be seen; the ground, covered with yellow earth, was covered with dust and withered leaves.

The mansion at the beginning of the alley, a three-courtyard complex, has a new plaque that prominently displays the words "Eastern Japanese Mobile Team".

Two Japanese soldiers with guns at their sides stood guard at the entrance, looking down arrogantly at the few civilians scattered on the street.

"Get out! You old hag, our merchant guild's goods are of good quality and low price, and you actually bought these rotten vegetable leaves." At the street corner, an old woman's vegetable basket was snatched away by a Japanese soldier and thrown to the ground.

Rotten vegetable leaves were scattered all over the ground, and the Japanese soldiers stepped on them and stomped them into the mud.

The old lady's eyes were full of regret, and she walked with faltering steps, not knowing what to do.

She couldn't afford fresh vegetables from the Japanese Chamber of Commerce; these rotten vegetable leaves were a rare treat in her household.

In the market.

Not far from the Japan Chamber of Commerce.

Butcher Zhang still runs his meat stall.

The meat on the butcher's stall was cut into several pieces.

The largest one weighs just over a pound.

At this moment, five or six Japanese ronin dressed in kimonos surrounded Zhang the butcher's meat stall.

The group's words were extremely arrogant.

He was constantly provoking Zhang the butcher, who was selling scraps of meat.

"Baka! You Chinese, sell me all your pork and I'll give you the money."

The Japanese ronin slammed two copper coins onto the chopping board.

"Hmph. Not for sale."

Butcher Zhang wiped the cleaver in his hand and snorted coldly.

The leader kicked Zhang, the butcher, onto his own meat stall, sending the meat-holding board flying.

"Baka!"

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

"You're dead, you're dead."

The ronin suddenly drew his sword, but before it was even halfway out of its sheath, Wang Erniang behind Zhang the butcher burst into tears.

"You plague-ridden, heartless bastards!"

"Honey, we're not selling this meat anymore, let's go!"

"it is good."

Butcher Zhang put away his cleaver, tucked it into his waistband, and was about to take off his apron.

One of the ronin drew his sword and shouted sharply at Wang Erniang:

"Butcher Zhang, aren't you out of pork here?"

"I see such a big pig. We want this pig."

The ronin burst into laughter instantly, their laughter extremely exaggerated.

"Clatter!"

Another ronin suddenly reached in and pulled out dozens of silver dollars, slamming them onto the meat counter and pointing at the burly Wang Erniang:

"We'll take this pig."

talking.

He then slashed at Wang Erniang's fat belly, which was so thick it seemed to drip with oil.

Just as the bloodshed satisfied the perverse desires of this group of Japanese ronin.

"Bang!"

A metallic clang rang out.

The samurai sword in the ronin's hand snapped in two.

"What?"