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

Kukawa's expression changed. He felt the aura emanating from the other party suddenly shift, as if a mountain was pressing down on him.

Lin Ji flicked his wrist, and the Mountain and River Stabilizing Spear seemed to hum as if it could not bear the weight. After the hum, a faint golden light appeared on the tip of the spear.

"break!"

Lin Ji uttered a single word.

A spear thrust out.

This shot was executed without any particular technique; it was simply a straightforward thrust.

But this shot pierced right through the cold, damp air.

It tore through the gray fog.

The golden light struck the gray mist.

"Sizzle..."

The gray fog dissipated instantly.

Kukawa's pupils contracted sharply. He tried to dodge, but it was too late.

Lin Ji's gun precisely struck his forehead.

"puff--"

The golden light from the gun flowed down the shaft and into his brow, instantly burning away the chill that enveloped him.

Kuchuan Ke flew backwards and landed on the ground, slumping onto the edge of the arena. Large amounts of black blood, mixed with small clots, seeped from the corner of his mouth as he stared at Lin Ji in disbelief.

"罡劲 (Gang Jin)... Impossible... How could 罡劲 exist in this world..."

Lin Ji, holding a gun, looked down at him:

"How dare this tiny island nation of Japan presume to talk about Chinese martial arts?"

Lin Ji snorted coldly and flicked the tip of his spear.

The head of the man from the dry riverbed flew off and fell into the cliff.

Lin Ji turned to look at the viewing platform, gathered his inner energy, and his clear voice resounded throughout the entire Mount Hua:

"Hua Guo wins the tenth round!"

A deafening cheer erupted from the audience.

"We won! We won!"

"Well done, old man!"

Countless martial artists raised their arms and shouted, their voices echoing across the cliff face, causing the entire mountaintop to erupt in cheers.

On the viewing platform.

The Western envoy's smile froze on his face, and the wine glass in his hand unconsciously fell to the ground.

The Japanese consul was deathly pale, his gaze fixed on the head hanging from the cliff, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

The government officials looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

The cheers from the mountaintop lingered for a long time.

The British minister seemed to only then realize what was happening, and suddenly slammed his hand on the railing of the observation deck, making a very sharp sound.

"That doesn't count! That doesn't apply! You violated the rules of the competition and deserve punishment! You deserve punishment! Kill these traitors who deliberately sabotaged diplomatic relations between our two countries and attacked foreign envoys!"

On the mountaintop.

A loud "whoosh" sounded instantly.

The canvases that were originally laid out on the ground in various hidden corners were lifted up.

One heavy machine gun after another came into view.

"The foreigner said this round is controversial. Do you have any objections?"

The government official, arrogant and haughty, looked down contemptuously at the countless martial artists below the stage and spoke with a cold smile.

original.

The foreigners had no intention of letting these martial artists return alive.

They just didn't expect to lose this match.

The martial artists below the stage instantly erupted in chaos.

"Bullshit! A win is a win! Why doesn't it count!"

"You foreigners are truly pathetic; have you gone so far as to resort to any means necessary?"

"Yes, so what if we die? There will be many more like us in China down the mountain!"

The crowd was enraged and fearless.

Many people grabbed their weapons and ran straight toward the dark machine guns.

Just then.

From the bottom of the cliff, a series of hurried footsteps rushed up.

The sound was as urgent as a torrential downpour.

Everyone turned to look at the entrance to the mountain path.

All I saw was...

A messenger, dressed in a tattered uniform, spoke in a hoarse voice:

"The Xinghua Society led its army to capture the capital, and the government fell... In the south... the southern navy defected, and together with the local armed forces, all five provinces fell into the hands of the Xinghua Society."

These words resounded like thunder on the mountaintop.

Everyone froze on the spot, even more exaggerated than Lin Ji killing Kuchuan Ke.

Has the Xinghua Society captured Kyoto?

The Xinghua Society, which was defined by the ruling government as a traitor and whose military strength was even weaker than the National Salvation Association, managed to capture the capital.

The government officials collapsed to the ground, exclaiming, "This is impossible... how could this be...?"

Wang Zhenhuai's eyes widened like copper bells.

He himself commanded the military forces of the northern provinces... Could it be that he had only been gone for three days... and the Xinghua Society had taken advantage of the situation?

Before the crowd could recover from the thunderclap, another messenger rushed up the mountain path:

"Report! Zhang Zhengting has led all his troops to join the Xinghua Society to assist them in eliminating... the remaining rebels."

"Whoosh..."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Remnants! The ruling government has been labeled as remnants!

That means the government... is completely finished.

"OK!"

I don't know who shouted it first.

Immediately, a deafening roar of cheers erupted.

"Good riddance! This damned government should have collapsed long ago!"

"Xinghua Society is going to be a lot of fun!"

The martial artists raised their arms and shouted.

On the viewing platform.

Everything is in complete chaos.

The government officials, their faces contorted with despair, scurried about like rats, searching for a way to escape.

The Western minister's face turned ashen. He dared not order the shooting. With the government in power, if he fired without authorization, he would be the one to suffer the consequences, not anyone else.

"Walk!"

He shouted, and a group of foreigners followed, pushing through the crowd and slinking down the trail behind the mountain.

The Japanese consul looked at the headless corpse on the arena, then glanced at the towering, middle-aged man, gave a bitter laugh, and muttered to himself:

"Your Majesty... why did you suffer like this? A century of planning... only to die on a mountaintop in China."

He collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant, completely losing any thought of escaping.

……

in chaos.

Feng Zhonglin, leading a small number of Xinghua Society members, rushed up the mountain trail.

He exchanged a glance with Lin Ji, nodded slightly, and stepped directly onto the viewing platform.

"Fellow practitioners," he said in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping across the entire room, silencing the noisy crowd.

All eyes in the crowd turned to him, and only then did he speak clearly:

"Fellow practitioners, the government is acting tyrannically, colluding with foreigners for its own selfish interests, and now it wants to destroy Chinese martial arts and break the backbone of China. Today, the people are angry and resentful, and the change of the regime is an inevitable trend and the will of the people."

He turned to look at Lin Ji on the arena and bowed deeply.

"Today's gathering at Mount Hua, together with all of you, has protected the flame of Chinese civilization and upheld the backbone of the nation. Such achievements are truly exemplary in the world of martial arts."

His gaze swept over the crowd, and his voice rose a few decibels:

"I, Feng Zhonglin, in the name of the President of the Xinghua Association, respect Mr. Lin as the supreme martial arts master of our time, and all of you as grandmasters of martial arts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he knelt on one knee and clasped his hands deeply in a fist salute to all the martial artists on the cliff.

"The country has changed hands; it's the will of the people!"

It was unclear who among the martial artists below the stage spoke first.

Then shouts rang out in succession:

"The country has changed hands; it's the will of the people!"

……

The sound grew louder and louder, shaking the mountains and valleys, and resounding through the sky.

Lin Ji stood on the ring.

He gazed at the figures of people covering the mountains and fields, then looked at Feng Zhonglin kneeling on one knee, and sighed softly.

Although it was different from what he had imagined.

But he believed that the Xinghua Society would lead China to gradually become stronger.