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

Two thugs followed behind Lin Ji, limping and cursing in low voices.

If they were not careful and touched the wounds on their faces that had not yet scabbed over, they would immediately wince in pain and gasp for breath.

"Damn it... It's all that old bastard's fault!"

"Absolutely! If he hadn't stubbornly refused to pay, causing us to offend someone important, would Brother Wang have been beaten so badly he couldn't get out of bed? Would we have been kicked out of the gang? This beating was truly unjust!"

"Exactly, this old coffin owner must have saved up a lot of money for his funeral. We two brothers can just rob him to pay for his medical expenses, and then we can live a carefree life for a few more days."

"That's right, let's go all out later, just kill him outright, and then throw him into a mass grave!"

Their eyes met, and they nodded in unison, both with a fierce look in their eyes.

Two pairs of eyes were fixed on Lin Ji's back. He hunched over, occasionally hiding in the shadows of the corners and stalls, then sneaking out half his head to peek around.

When Lin Ji stopped walking, the two of them immediately shrank back in a panic, afraid of being discovered. Little did they know that in Lin Ji's eyes, they looked exactly like two rats in a sewer.

Feeling the ridiculous actions of the two people behind him, Lin Ji couldn't help but shake his head and sneer.

These days, do even petty thugs not know how to keep watch?

Raising a son weighs six pounds, but having a grandson weighs only three pounds. Alas, each generation is worse than the last.

As for why they didn't turn around, it was perfectly clear.

This is because Lin Ji himself changed when he left home this morning.

After experiencing the breathing techniques last night, he not only gained more strength and agility.

More importantly, his eyesight has improved significantly. His previously dim eyes have become clear again, and his previously cloudy ears can now clearly hear the vendors' cries from two streets away.

The whispers between Liu and San, who were hiding in the corner, had already reached Lin Ji's ears clearly.

They could hear clearly even the heavy breathing of the two men due to their injuries and the rustling sound of their clothes rubbing together.

Hearing the two people behind him discussing, Lin Ji hunched over, deliberately slowed his pace, and pretended to be exhausted as he slowly swayed towards the outskirts of the city.

Once you leave Gouwei Lane, the buildings become much fewer, with a few dilapidated old houses scattered across a wasteland, where no one has lived for a long time.

When Lin Ji reached this point, he felt that the place was about right, so he stopped and suddenly began to hum a leisurely tune.

"A dignified seven-foot man, instead of walking the bright road, instead of learning from the gentleman and following the righteous path, he chooses to be a coward who sneaks into the wall and corridor."

The two people in the corner exchanged a glance, only to see the bewilderment in each other's eyes.

"What's wrong with this old man? He's even singing?"

"He's probably getting senile and acting crazy."

Lin Ji's ears twitched slightly as he overheard their conversation, and he shook his head helplessly.

"You vulgar thing!"

These two were indeed illiterate; they couldn't even understand when the insults directed at them were like rats crossing the street.

"Walking in the dark for too long will surely lead to encountering ghosts; hiding and sneaking around makes life difficult."

As he finished singing, Lin Ji slowly turned around, staring at the corner where the two were hiding, his voice resounding like a great bell in their ears.

"We've been following you all this way, aren't you two tired?"

Upon hearing this, the two people in the corner suddenly changed their expressions, realizing that they had already been exposed.

The two exchanged a glance, then decided to stop hiding and emerged from the shadows with grim faces.

At the same time, they finally realized that Lin Ji's lyrics were clearly an insult, calling them rats.

The two men felt a surge of humiliation, their faces turned ashen, and their eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Bald Liu San spoke first: "Old bastard, you're asking for death, aren't you? I'll grant your wish today!"

Liu San grabbed a thick wooden stick and swung it at Lin Ji.

The wooden stick carried a strong gust of wind, its power considerable, and its target was the head, clearly intended to kill.

Another thug pounced on him, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his fist aimed straight for Lin Ji's chest.

Lin Ji's hunched back suddenly straightened, and his blood and energy surged.

Liu San's wooden stick came crashing down with a whoosh. Lin Ji shifted his feet slightly and twisted his waist. The stick grazed past his ear, only causing his hair to flutter.

Before Liu San could stop swinging, Lin Ji's right hand had already landed on his forearm and pulled him along the direction of the swing.

The force wasn't great, but it was applied precisely to the inertia of Liu Sanqian's forward momentum.

Liu San stumbled, his whole body flying through the air before crashing face down to the ground.

"Pfft!" Dirt flew everywhere, and two front teeth fell into the gravel. Blood trickled down from his lips, mingling with the mud and covering his face.

At the same time, another fist was already at his chest.

Lin Ji extended his left hand, his five fingers like pincers, precisely gripping the wrist bone of the incoming fist.

Before the other person could react, he twisted his wrist sharply—

"Snap!"

The cracking sound of bones dislocating was accompanied by a shrill scream like a pig being slaughtered, and the arm hung limply at his sides.

Lin Ji grabbed the arm and raised his left foot, delivering a powerful kick that struck the opponent squarely in the chest, sending him flying.

It happened in just a few breaths.

The two hooligans were beaten to a pulp by Lin Ji, a centenarian.

Lin Ji dusted off the non-existent dust on his body, stood with his hands behind his back, his body ramrod straight, feeling the qi and blood circulating within his body and the surging power, and a thought surged into his mind.

So this is what a martial artist is like!

Even at ninety years old, this old man can still handle these scoundrels. His path to invincibility in martial arts is unbreakable!

Lin Ji grinned slightly, a youthful excitement welling up inside him.

Lin Ji suppressed his excitement in a few breaths.

Don't get carried away! Don't get carried away! Calm down!

Suppressing his excitement, Lin Ji turned his gaze and coldly looked at the two thugs on the ground.

Liu San clutched his bleeding front tooth, wincing in pain, and looked at the erect Lin Ji, involuntarily kicking backward.

He couldn't believe it; the old man in front of him had beaten them both into this state with just one move.

Sensing the coldness in Lin Ji's eyes, the thug with the broken arm forced himself to stop rolling around in pain.

His face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with fear, and he exchanged a glance with Liu San.

The two men scrambled to their knees before Lin Ji and began kowtowing repeatedly until their foreheads bled.

"Grandpa, spare me! Grandpa, you're a god reincarnated!"

"We were blind to your greatness, we'll never dare to do it again! Please, have mercy on us and spare our lives!"

Lin Ji stood with his hands behind his back, a smile playing on his lips, saying nothing.

After kowtowing for a while, seeing no movement from above, bald Liu San secretly peeked up.

Lin Ji suddenly spoke up: "Do you know what this old man hates the most?"

"What? What?" Liu San asked in a panic.

Lin Ji's lips curled up slightly. "I hate it when people apologize afterward."

kill--!

An invisible killing intent instantly enveloped the area.

Liu San's heart sank.

That old man... he never intended to let them go.

Fear instantly overwhelmed his flattery; Liu San swallowed hard, a fierce glint appearing on his face.

"Old...old bastard! Don't be so arrogant! We're from the Sea Dragon Gang! The big gang above us is the Green Robe Gang! If you dare touch us today, you're going against the Green Robe Gang!"

The other person, as if grasping at a straw, hurriedly echoed.

"That's right! To mess with us is to disrespect the Green Robe Gang! When the Green Robe Gang's experts come knocking, you...you'll be dead without a trace!"

The two men stiffened their necks, their eyes filled with a fierce demeanor that was barely concealed, and an overwhelming fear.

Lin Ji's lips twitched slightly; he found it all laughable.

"Heh, young man, you're no match for a fox that borrows the tiger's power. What goes around comes around!"