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

Prouss's muscles were bulging and his skin was an unnatural red. He roared, completely disregarding his own life, and slammed his shoulder into the spear that Li Shu was using to stab Tie Muling.

"clang!"

The gunfire was deafening.

Prouss was so shocked that he coughed up blood.

However, it still managed to knock Li Shuwen's iron spear off course by half a foot.

"Li Shuwen! I want to see just how much foundation your Chinese martial arts really have!" Prouss's pupils were bloodshot, and the mouthful of blood he had just spat out had no effect on him whatsoever.

last night.

He was knocked back by Li Shuwen's shot.

They were easily taken away.

He couldn't swallow this insult, so he secretly followed the trail to the north of the city without Gao Ran's knowledge, determined to avenge the gunshot wound inflicted on Li Shuwen.

He looked up at Li Shuwen's side.

An old figure stood there.

"It's you!"

In Proust's eyes, Lin Ji's deeply lined face overlapped with the figure who had broken into the British Consulate the night before.

"How dare you! How dare you! You've broken into my British Consulate twice! You're not leaving here today!"

Prus's eyes hardened, and he reached for his waist, where a short-barreled flintlock pistol appeared in his hand.

"Bang!"

The gun barrel spewed out scorching flames, carrying a strong smell of gunpowder, and rushed towards Lin Ji.

Lin Ji swung his spear.

The Mountain and River Calm Waves Spear danced with a flourish, deflecting all the gunpowder from the flintlock musket.

Seeing this, Tie Muling, who had initially intended to flee, had a glint in his eyes. He immediately changed his mind and muttered to himself:

"In that case, let's stay."

A syringe fell to the ground beside Tie Muling, and the fog around everyone became even thicker. He flipped his palms, and the dense poisonous fog around him surged toward Li Shuwen like a tide.

At the same time, Prus also threw a punch. His punches were vicious and his angles were extremely tricky, targeting Li Shuwen's lower body.

One is sinister, the other malevolent; Japan and the West have joined forces once again.

In an instant, they sandwiched Li Shuwen between them.

Li Shuwen snorted coldly, picked up the iron spear with one hand and tapped it lightly to the left and right, two cold lights flashing at the same time.

In just a moment, it forced the two of them to disperse their combined attacks.

In the gray fog.

Tie Muling stopped pretending. He roared and his body sank into a strange black light, accompanied by poisonous mist that clung to Li Shuwen like a bone-deep infection.

Prus was fearless and his boxing style was all about mutual destruction.

Li Shuwen's spear moved left and right, steadily blocking the attacks of the two men each time. However, after more than ten rounds, the two men continued their attacks back and forth, and even Li Shuwen could not defeat them in a very short time.

Lin Ji, who was standing to the side, wanted to help, but Li Shuwen stopped him every time he tried to intervene.

"Master Li, how impressive!"

far away.

Another figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

It is Gao Ran.

He held a brand-new greyish-white top hat in his hand, a fake smile on his face:

"Master Li enjoys sparring and exchanging blows, why don't you count me in?"

Before he finished speaking, the top hat suddenly slipped from his hand, spinning in the air like a spinning wheel, its brim flashing with light as it shot straight at the back of Li Shuwen's neck.

Besieged from both sides.

Li Shuwen was instantly put on the defensive.

At that very moment.

Tie Muling's black mist suddenly shot out and then scattered around. A playful smile played on his lips, his eyes were sinister, and he had completely lost the air of a noble family. He withdrew from Li Shuwen's attack range.

"Li Shuwen, we have a long future ahead of us. There are also the other two. If they are still alive, Tie Muling will definitely come to thank you in person."

He left behind a sentence, and with a few leaps, disappeared into the night.

"Damn it! How did we end up becoming the tool for those Japanese devils' wedding dress?!"

Prus swore.

With Tie Muling running away, Li Shuwen, who had been suppressed, had an opening to fire his gun.

"Pfft!"

The iron spear knocked Pruss back several steps, leaving a deep, bone-revealing hole in his body.

however.

Prus didn't care, letting the blood flow freely, and once again joined Gao Ran in lunging at Li Shuwen.

Gao Ran moved erratically, specifically targeting Li Shuwen's weaknesses.

It just so happened that Prus's relentless fighting style forced Li Shuwen to fire his gun frequently.

For a moment, Li Shuwen was truly unable to extricate himself. He looked up at the direction where Tie Muling had fled and frowned slightly.

He actually got away!

Lin Ji hid in the shadows, no longer thinking of making a rash move. He knew that with his current level of cultivation, he could only cause trouble for Li Shuwen in a chaotic battle of Transformation Realm experts.

Seeing Tie Muling escape, Lin Ji lowered his brows slightly, noticing a faint trace left in the direction Tie Muling had gone.

He looked up at the lonely moon in the sky, and a thought struck him.

It's almost midnight!

"Chase!"

He immediately activated the Heavenly Evolution Technique and suppressed his aura.

Once Tie Muling's figure had completely disappeared from sight, Lin Ji quietly followed after her.

Along the way, Lin Ji followed the subtle traces and headed north along the official road.

Ironwood was completely unaware that someone was following him.

As they passed through the villages along the way, Tie Muling gritted her teeth and threw several vials of medicine into the fields beside the villages:

"All you Chinese pigs, die!"

As the thick black fog dissipated, coughing could be heard throughout the village in no time.

Lin Ji followed the trail, his ears were very sharp, and he could hear the cough from a great distance.

His heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

He hurriedly activated his Qi-gazing ability and looked around. He saw the white light above the village dimming at a visible speed, and death energy crawling into the cracks in the white light like maggots.

He gripped the spear tightly and quickened his pace.

"Damn it! Iron Bell, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Anger burned in Lin Ji's chest like a raging fire.

But he can't go out.

Going out now would not only fail to save anyone, but would also put yourself in danger.

Lin Ji took a deep breath, suppressed his surging emotions, and continued to hang far behind Tie Muling.

Ironwood Bell walked along laughing wildly:

"So what if he's Li Shuwen? Once I turn the entire Guanghua Province into a dead zone, even a late-stage Transformation Realm expert, or even a Qi Refiner, won't be able to save this city! At that time, the entire China will have to grovel at the feet of the Empire!"

His arrogant voice carried far into the night without any attempt to conceal itself.

Lin Ji looked up at the moon in the sky; the lonely moon had already climbed to its zenith.

almost.

hold on.

Iron Bell, your death is near.

Deep within Lin Ji's consciousness, the ancient book of defying fate had its latest page slightly curled up, about to turn to the next page.

The moonlight grew brighter, its silvery glow casting long shadows on the country road.

Tie Muling walked ahead, his pace not fast, showing no caution as if he were fleeing, but rather an unbridled arrogance.

He would occasionally glance back in the direction of Jiangcheng, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

With Gao Ran and his companion holding him back, no one in Jiangcheng could stop Li Shuwen anymore.

When he returns to his stronghold in the provincial capital and makes a comeback, not only Jiangcheng, but the entire provincial capital will be his experimental subject.

He had even started planning which county to target first when he got back.