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

A thick, dark figure moved with incredible speed, bringing with it a foul stench as it attacked Li Jinsi.

Li Jinsi's brows furrowed suddenly. He barely managed to turn his body around, his arms crossing over his chest.

"Bang!"

The dark figure possessed immense strength, like an ox, and sent Li Jinsi flying.

Li Jinsi's body twirled and flipped in the air. Near the edge of the ring, he reached out and grabbed a wooden pillar. He twisted his body in mid-air to stop his outward flight and landed back on the ring.

Behind Li Jinsi, the wooden pillar swayed and shook incessantly.

A crack shot straight up from the base of the wooden pillar, almost splitting it in two.

Li Jinsi's expression turned solemn as he looked at the burly foreigner before him, the slight disdain in his eyes fading somewhat:

"Such heavy punching power! Why has the force increased?"

offstage.

An uproar erupted instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Kane as he stood up again.

At this moment, Kane on the ring had skin that was red and purple, with bulging veins that looked like earthworms crawling all over his body, and his already exaggerated muscles had swelled up even more.

His eyes had long lost their emerald green color, now only a scarlet red, and they were lowered, staring intently at Li Jinsi in front of him, making a few low "hoarse" sounds from his throat.

"What...what kind of sorcery is this?!"

"You were almost at your limit just now, how could you get up again?"

The cheers of the onlookers abruptly ceased, and panic spread through the crowd.

The martial arts masters in the crowd had solemn expressions.

"No, that's not how a normal person should behave!"

Bai Xiaonian stood frozen in place, his mouth agape.

Bai Yu'er instinctively grabbed Lin Ji's arm, her face completely drained of color, her lips trembling incessantly.

Lin Ji frowned, his gaze fixed on the foreigner, Kane.

This person's breathing is so erratic, he doesn't seem alive at all.

Inside the Linjiang Tower, Liu Qingzhu leaned against the window, her teacup hovering in mid-air, her brows furrowed.

"This is all forcefully generated external power, lacking any sense of solidity or internal strength! This is definitely not a legitimate martial arts technique!"

The man in the black robe tapped his fingernails on the table, his voice turning colder.

"I've long heard that Westerners are conducting human modification and chemical experiments, capable of turning people into painless assassins. I never imagined they'd dare to put it out there in a contest today!"

Inside the Wangjiang Tower, Zack laughed loudly, downed his glass of wine in one gulp, and didn't even turn his head.

"Do you see that? This is true power! Your hidden strength, your traditional martial arts, are utterly insignificant before absolute power!"

Beside the window, the Director of the Civil Affairs Bureau stood with a forced smile, sweat beading on his forehead, his face trembling.

"The Colonel is brilliant! The British Empire is brilliant!"

Cheers erupted in the foreigners' rest area.

Kane's name rose higher and higher.

On the stage, Li Jinsi, with a solemn expression, finally took the match seriously, straightened his back, and assumed the starting stance.

Instantly! Internal energy permeated his body, causing his clothes to move without wind.

"roar--"

Kane roared and charged out, his crimson arms grabbing at Li Jinsi like iron pincers.

Li Jinsi adjusted his breathing, changed his stance, and whispered:

"Well done!"

He moved suddenly, leaving a trail of afterimages behind him, and headed towards the foreigner Kane. The bluestone beneath his feet crumbled and shattered wherever he passed.

Kane, the foreigner, was several times faster than before. His crimson arms were also powerless, and his attempts to clamp down on Li Jinsi several times ended in failure.

Finally, Li Jinsi, with a series of quick movements, pressed himself against the inside of the foreigner Kane's body, raising both fists and unleashing a barrage of punches.

"Knock knock knock!"

Li Jinsi's fists pounded like drums on a cowhide drum, relentlessly striking Kane's lower back.

The sound was like a sonic boom, causing the audience to cover their ears.

The hidden, penetrating force poured into Kane's body like a surging river.

An ordinary person's internal organs would probably have turned into mush by now.

But Kane, the foreigner, didn't even utter a sound as the punches landed on him.

Li Jinsi looked utterly shocked!

His combat awareness, cultivated over decades, set off alarm bells in his mind!

Danger!

Li Jinsi changed his punching stance and smashed it towards the foreigner Kane's arm joints.

"Snap!"

Two sharp cracks rang out in succession, and Kane's arms dislocated, bending limply outwards.

Just as Li Jinsi was about to press his advantage, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Instead of crying out in pain and dodging, the foreigner Kane twisted his arms upwards using the angle of his dislocated joints, making his previously limp arms feel like they were filled with lead as he slammed them down on Li Jinsi.

Trade wounds for wounds!

Li Jinsi couldn't dodge and was hit in the ribs by the two fists that came at him.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking rang out.

Li Jinsi was sent flying through the air, spinning and tumbling as if hit by a cannonball.

"puff--"

A spurt of blood gushed from his mouth, and he could no longer stop his momentum, crashing into a pillar at the edge of the ring.

"Snap!"

The wooden pillar broke, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

The audience gasped in surprise and stumbled backward.

"Master Li!"

The rickshaw drivers below the stage all stood up.

The onlookers' faces were contorted with tension; their earlier excitement had vanished completely.

Li Jinsi clutched his ribs, blood continuously spilling from his clenched teeth.

Suddenly.

A cloud of dust seemed to rise around him as if his breath was flowing, and his previously disordered breathing became steady again.

After a few breaths, his center of gravity suddenly dropped, and he swept his right leg across the ground, assuming a strange stance.

"Eighteen Legs for Lying Down".

The martial arts practitioners in the crowd gasped in surprise.

"This skill is something Master Li honed through years of pulling rickshaws!"

"Focus on lower body techniques!"

"His movements are low to the ground, and his moves are both ruthless and tricky!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Ji fixed his gaze on Li Jinsi on the stage.

On the stage.

Li Jinsi clutched his ribs, his body slithering along the ground. His two twitching and waving legs whipped the air with a "crackling" sound, and in the blink of an eye, he was close to the foreigner Kane.

"Slap! Slap! Slap..."

Li Jinsi's legs rained down on Kane's knees, ankles, and backs of his legs, producing a continuous series of cracking sounds.

"roar--"

Kane reached out to intercept, but Li Jinsi dodged each time. With a low growl, he lost his balance and staggered to the ground.

"boom!"

His body slammed into the ground, shaking the entire arena.

offstage.

Bai Xiaonian's eyes widened in disbelief: "What amazing legwork! This legwork is incredible!"

Lin Ji squinted, trying to see Li Jinsi's moves clearly.

But Li Jinsi's legs were too fast, and Lin Ji could only barely see the momentum; he couldn't catch any of the subsequent changes.

Lin Ji's martial bones trembled slightly, and he only managed to remember a few scattered moves.

Inside the Linjiang Tower, Liu Qingzhu put down his teacup, his eyes lit up, and he nodded slightly: "What a fine 'Eighteen Legs of the Ground' move! The lower body is stable, and the changes in moves are tricky. Li Jinsi is really going all out."

As she spoke, her gaze towards the arena suddenly changed.

In the foreigners' rest area, a foreign officer put down his wine glass and shouted a sentence in English towards the ring!

"Stop! Kane, stop playing around!"

Almost simultaneously.

Kane, lying on the ring, seemed to have received a command!

He scrambled out of Li Jinsi's attack range and pushed himself up.

Suddenly, he ducked again, his hand moving with incredible speed and precision, grabbing Li Jinsi's ankle as he swung his sword, leaving a trail of afterimages.

It was as if they already knew that Li Jinsi's legs would appear there.

Li Jinsi's pupils contracted sharply, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Below the stage! Lin Ji saw this and thought to himself, "This is bad!"

Kane gripped Li Jinsi's leg tightly with all five fingers, while his other hand swung out a punch, landing on Li Jinsi's knee.

"Snap!"

"ah--"

The excruciating pain from the broken bone shot straight up to the top of his head. Even Li Jinsi couldn't hold back his clenched teeth, and his screams echoed across the arena.

Li Jinsi was, after all, a master of internal strength who had been through countless battles; the extreme pain actually brought out a bit of ruthlessness in him.

He braced himself on one hand, twisting his waist, and with his only good leg taut and arched, he kicked Kane in the abdomen.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

Kane merely leaned back slightly, his abdomen caved in, but he remained completely oblivious, not even flinching.

Instead, it emitted a low growl from its throat, and its eyes were bloodshot, almost dripping blood.

Li Jinsi's pupils suddenly contracted.

In an instant, my heart sank.

Having roamed the martial world for so many years, he had seen all sorts of unorthodox methods, but he had never seen a "beast" like the one before him, which, even when struck by hidden force, neither retreated nor dodged.

He suddenly realized that the thing in front of him was not a Western martial arts master at all, but a killing puppet created by Westerners!

"Roar! Kill! Kill!"

Kane roared and pounced on Li Jinsi like a mad dog.

He stretched out his arms and locked Li Jinsi's good leg tightly with both hands, then twisted his waist sharply!

"Click"

The sound of bone cracking rang out again, and Li Jinsi's other leg bent backward, with bone fragments almost breaking through the skin.

"what!"

Veins bulged on Li Jinsi's forehead, his whole body convulsed, and he gritted his teeth, raising his hand to smash Kane's temple.

But the other party didn't dodge at all, letting Li Jinsi's fist smash into his head.

Then he suddenly reached out and grabbed one of Li Jinsi's arms.

"Crack!"

The third cracking sound rang out, and Li Jinsi could barely utter a cry of pain.

He looked at his broken limbs, his heart filled with resentment, anger, fear, and the stench of blood, his eyes filled with despair.

All the skills he had honed throughout his life, the legendary Eighteen Legs of the Ground, were now completely useless.

……

"Snap!"

With the final crack of bone, Li Jinsi's last arm was broken.

Like a bloodstained hemp, thrown onto the ring.

Blood trickled down his chin and lay on the ground, choking him and making only a few incomplete sounds.

Kane, however, didn't stop for a moment, swinging his iron fist in a wide arc, smashing it repeatedly against Li Jinsi's bones.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The audience was completely silent!

The audience members who had just cheered all lowered their heads, not daring to look at the scene on stage.

Standing by the window on the second floor of Linjiang Tower, Liu Qingzhu's gaze was cold: "That's too ruthless... You've already won, why humiliate me to this extent? It's too much."

"Humiliation?" Mr. Du stared at the beast-like foreigners on the stage, his voice deep and cold: "That's exactly the effect they wanted. They broke Li Jinsi's bones, but shattered the courage of all martial artists in the world!"

"Stop! We surrender, stop!!"

The coachmen roared and rushed out, only to be stopped by the foreign police officers at the edge of the ring.

The Master of Ceremonies, his face pale, shouted in a trembling voice, "The British Empire wins this contest!"

In the foreigners' rest area, a foreign officer raised his glass, and instantly the entire rest area erupted in thunderous cheers.

On the ring, Kane still didn't stop.

He punched Li Jinsi repeatedly, making low growls like a wild beast.

Lin Ji looked at the scene on the arena.

Something is wrong!

This person is completely out of it, as if he was forcibly brought to his senses by drugs!

"Kane!"

In the foreigners' rest area, a foreign officer took a sip of his drink before turning his head and shouting towards the arena.

On the ring, Kane abruptly stopped, stood up with vacant eyes, and let out a deafening roar at the crowd below.

"Roar! Kill! Yellow-skinned monkeys! Kill!"

Kane's blood-covered, ferocious appearance terrified the onlookers, who turned pale and retreated hastily.

Several foreigners in dark green uniforms climbed onto the ring and carried Kane back to the rest area.

Immediately afterward, several foreign reporters carrying cameras squeezed into the ring and snapped photos of the dying Li Jinsi.

The flashbulbs were so bright that even standing in the audience felt the light.

The onlookers hung their heads, sighing softly. They couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Lin Ji stood in the crowd, his fist clenched at some point.

Lost!

This time, it was a complete defeat.

Looking at the foreign officials still raising their glasses in celebration, and then at the dejected crowd around him, Lin Ji felt a heavy weight in his heart.

The only way to stop the foreigners is to wait for the ten-person competition a year from now.

But in a year, the foreigners will probably be even better prepared.