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

"experiment?"

Lin Ji's fingers tightened suddenly as he gripped the large gun.

The cold gleam of the spear tip drew a chilling arc of light in the afterglow of the setting sun.

He stared at the well-dressed mixed-race youth in the pharmacy, his voice suddenly turning cold, as if frozen:

"Are the lives of all the people in this city just an experiment in your eyes?"

Tie Muling closed the book and slowly straightened up from the chair.

His off-white suit was still spotless, and the dark gold brooch on his lapel gleamed in the sunset.

His every move exuded the elegance of a prominent family; from his appearance alone, he was hardly the evil cultivator who refined poisons from living people.

Tie Muling got up and walked to the entrance of the pharmacy. She twisted her wrist to look at the numbers flashing on her golden watch before slowly raising her golden eyes to scan the spear in Lin Ji's hand.

A faint smile suddenly appeared on his lips: "Otherwise what? Isn't it an honor for such an inferior race as the Chinese to sacrifice their lives for the advancement of the empire?"

He slightly raised his eyes, his gaze lingering on Lin Ji for a few more seconds: "It's you who actually managed to find your way here. I underestimated you before."

Before he finished speaking, his fingertips slightly bent and lightly plucked the strings.

Three fine, hair-thin poison needles, imbued with pale gray energy, silently shot towards Lin Ji's vital points: his heart, throat, and dantian.

The poison needles are extremely fast, their trajectory almost invisible to the naked eye.

If it were an ordinary martial artist with internal strength, they probably wouldn't even realize that these three poisoned needles had landed until they died.

However, Lin Ji was prepared.

From the moment I met Temurin.

Lin Ji's understanding of the true essence of martial arts never stopped.

The three silver needles in the air appeared to him like streaks of white light hurtling towards him.

Lin Ji flicked his wrist.

The Mountain and River Calm the Waves spear unleashed three spear flowers.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Three crisp sounds.

All three poison needles were deflected by the spear tip, spinning and embedding themselves in the adjacent earthen wall.

The earthen wall was instantly corroded, creating three black round holes.

"A vicious trick!"

Lin Ji let out a low shout, twisted his feet, and unleashed the Six Harmonies Spear Technique, which he had only comprehended the night before and incorporated into Tai Chi steps.

With a stomp of his foot, he shot forward like an arrow.

Lin Ji thrust his spear straight forward, the tip of which whistled through the air – a move from the Six Harmonies Spear.

Driven by his late-stage internal energy, the spear's power was concentrated yet restrained, its force like a thunderbolt, faintly displaying the aura of a grandmaster.

Tie Muling's eyes narrowed slightly. He neither dodged nor avoided, but instead twisted his left hand into a claw shape in the air and grabbed at the tip of Lin Ji's spear the instant the spear was brought forward.

Lin Ji's eyes turned slightly cold as he channeled all his internal energy into the spear, instantly making the spear tip gleam even brighter.

But the tip of the gun barely touched the other person's fingertips.

It was as if I had plunged into a clump of sticky, wet mud, unable to move forward, backward, left, or right.

"Is that all the strength you have?"

Tie Muling sneered, flipped his palm, gathered his strength, and slammed it down on Lin Ji's spear.

"Bang!"

Lin Ji felt a tremendous force coming from the gun. The gun almost slipped from his hand, making his arm go numb. He took three steps back before he could barely regain his balance.

He glanced down at the gun barrel; the landscape pattern on the spot where the iron bell had just struck had been somewhat smoothed out.

His mastery of the Transformation Realm is indeed well-deserved.

Instead of giving chase, Tie Muling reached into his pocket, pulled out a syringe, and threw it on the ground.

moment.

Blue mist rose from the ground as the sunset faded.

In the fog.

Ironwood Bell, who was originally walking steadily, moved as erratically as a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, she was in front of Lin Ji.

Under the True Understanding of Martial Arts, even in the fog, Lin Ji could see clearly.

He twisted the gun in his hand and reached for the iron bell.

Tie Muling was clearly taken aback, and he chuckled softly:

"You do have a good eye."

just.

Lin Ji's shot was blocked again, and he used the momentum to retreat three zhang. Lin Ji pondered deeply.

"Fighting like this isn't a solution; after all, our opponent is at the Transformation Realm."

His thoughts raced, and Lin Ji gritted his teeth and growled softly.

"Hidden Dragon Abyss!"

moment.

His blood and qi circulated wildly, and his body temperature suddenly rose.

However, the next moment...

The previously rampant and violent aura vanished instantly.

Tie Muling's brows furrowed sharply.

In her eyes, Lin Ji was still standing in the same spot, but she could no longer feel his presence.

Lin Ji's spear flashed with silver light, and the spear emerged like a silver dragon from its cave, carrying an indomitable momentum as it thrust straight at Tie Muling's face.

Tie Muling's expression finally became more serious.

He clasped his hands together and simultaneously grabbed the spear that Lin Ji was offering.

"clang--"

The spear tip struck Tie Muling's hands, producing a metallic clang.

The Mountain and River Stabilizing Spear was once again held in Ironwood Bell's hand.

With a gentle push from Tie Muling's palm, a smile returned to her lips:

"Interesting. You actually had so many trump cards up your sleeve. No wonder that idiot Jingmei got wrecked by you. But too bad, she's still a long way off."

Lin Ji was pulled several feet away by the gun barrel.

Lin Ji felt his blood surging in his chest, and a metallic sweetness rose in his throat.

No!

If this continues, we'll eventually be worn down and die here.

Suddenly.

Lin Ji's mind flashed back to the shot Li Shuwen fired inside the British Consulate yesterday.

Unlike the three shots he fired at him, that one shot was simple and unadorned, yet it concentrated all his strength, will, and momentum into a single point, carrying a true killing intent.

Lin Ji raised an eyebrow slightly.

Body and gun become one, gun and mind become one!

His martial bones trembled slightly in his mind, and the image of Li Shuwen's spear from yesterday clearly surfaced.

The next moment, Lin Ji moved.

He slowly raised the spear in his hand, the spear shaft as steady as a mountain, and the spear thrust out straight out.

But this shot, which seemed to have less than a tenth of the momentum of the previous one, caused Tie Muling's expression to change drastically.

She could feel an extremely concentrated power gathering at the tip of the spear.

It was as if the entire city of Jiangcheng was pressing down on her, making her gasp for breath.

He hurriedly turned to the side.

But in the end, it was still a fraction of a second too slow.

"Sizzle—"

The gun tip tore through his pristine white suit jacket, leaving a deep, bone-revealing gash on his chest.

"You actually mastered the true essence of the Six Harmonies Spear?" Tie Muling's sinister eyes were chillingly cold, and a hint of horror was hidden in his eyes. He could no longer maintain his elegant demeanor, and a strong killing intent erupted from his body.

He reached out and touched his waist.

As soon as she touched the medicine at her waist, Tie Muling's expression changed drastically, and she turned to look at her chest.

Lin Ji untied the martial arts manual, and Tie Muling's hair stood on end.

Before Lin Ji could react...

A domineering and fierce spear intent rapidly approached.

"Iron Bell, what kind of skill is it to hide behind someone's back and harm them!"

A deep voice boomed like thunder as Li Shuwen, wielding a heavy iron spear, leaped through the air.

His gaze swept over the poisonous mist on the ground, then he glanced at Lin Ji's injuries, his brow furrowing slightly.

"You've got some nerve, coming here all by yourself to fight someone at the Transformation Realm."

Li Shuwen didn't say much, but as soon as he finished speaking, his spear was already aimed at Tie Muling.

Tie Muling's heart sank.

He was barely at the early stage of the Transformation Realm; even ten of him wouldn't be a match for Li Shuwen.

His golden eyes flickered slightly, and he shifted his stance, attempting to retreat.

Just then.

Suddenly, a burly figure leaped down from the sloping roof.