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

Everyone present was stunned.

"Where did this old geezer come from! Seize him!"

Wei Kun was stunned for a moment, then immediately ordered the Fengxi Gang members to capture Lin Ji.

Zhou Hu's vision was blurry. He stared blankly at the hunched old man in the distance, vaguely remembering something. He felt that the old man in front of him was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before. He stammered:

"I...know...this old man! He's...a shadow puppeteer..."

A sudden throbbing pain shot through Zhou Hu's forehead and temple. He abruptly closed his left eye, his eyelid twitching uncontrollably. His mind was completely blank.

"roar!"

The delirious Zhou Hu roared loudly at Lin Ji.

"I'm going to...kill you!"

Wei Kun looked Lin Ji up and down with a puzzled expression.

Looking at the eighty-year-old man, Wei Kun felt no sense of crisis, only annoyance at having his plans ruined.

The incessant chatter of Zhou Hu in his ears stirred a murderous intent within him, and he casually shouted at the thugs who were rushing towards Lin Ji, "Kill this old man for me."

In front of the collapsed wine crate.

When the shrew who smashed the wooden box saw Lin Ji's frail appearance, his eyes lit up. He seemed to have already seen the credit, reached out and picked up the axe on the ground. Ignoring the shock that had injured him, he raised the axe and chopped at Lin Ji.

Lin Ji's face fell, and he said helplessly, "This old man really was just passing by..."

As he spoke, he slightly raised his withered hand, channeling his Tai Chi energy, and grabbed the man's neck, snapping it with a flick of his wrist.

To onlookers, it looked as if the thug had bumped into Lin Ji and broken his own neck.

Shen Jinluan suddenly lifted her eyelids, her beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows arched, and her red lips parted slightly: "Old Lin, this humble woman has a request."

Lin Ji looked up and saw Shen Jinluan smile charmingly, a blush creeping onto her face, her waist swaying slightly, causing everyone present to flutter in their hearts. She spoke seductively:

"Let's work together to kill these scumbags. Afterwards, I'll be at your disposal."

Everyone present glanced at Shen Jinluan, swallowing hard.

Wei Kun's lustful gaze flickered for a moment, and he swallowed hard, unsure whether Shen Jinluan's alluring demeanor was due to the drugs or a deliberate act.

"Miss Shen! You're underestimating yourself by flirting with an old man."

Wei Kun spoke with disdain, but his eyes blazed with fervor as he looked at Shen Jinluan's swaying waist and her long legs tracing patterns on the ground.

"You think you can kill us in your current state? Even if you succeed, do you expect this old man, who's practically buried, to cure you? He's just an old man with no ability to appreciate your kindness."

Zhou Hu's face was contorted, his expression constantly shifting, his features almost blending together, his eyes twitching, as he slightly regained some of his senses:

"You are...mine! Mine!"

"You slut... wait until I kill this old man... and I'll make you completely... utterly submit to me!"

"Hehe." Shen Jinluan's clear voice carried a hint of alluring magnetism, and her red lips parted with endless charm:

"man?"

"Are we short of men here?"

"What do you think, Lin Ji?"

Lin Ji looked up, his eyes calm as still water, but his heart was churning with turbulent waves.

It must be said, this woman is truly a rare beauty.

Seeing that Lin Ji did not speak, a hint of disappointment, barely perceptible to others, flickered in Shen Jinluan's bright eyes. She spoke again in a charming voice:

"I, Shen Jinluan, would rather let this old man benefit than let you foreign lackeys touch a single hair on my head."

As they were talking.

Shen Jinluan glanced at Lin Ji again, and seeing that Lin Ji still looked old and frail, she could no longer hide the disappointment in her eyes.

"This old man is probably long gone."

"I'm afraid I'm really going to die here this time."

Shen Jinluan withdrew her gaze, a hint of coldness flashing in her clear eyes as she glanced at Zhou Hu, who was covered in crimson blood.

"I've treated you well, yet you've committed such ungrateful and treacherous acts of betrayal! Today you must die!"

When Zhou Hu saw Shen Jinluan's alluring gaze shift from Lin Ji to him, it turned into a chilling coldness. His heart pounded, veins bulged on his face and body, and the blood vessels in his arms seemed about to burst. He roared to the sky:

"You...you bitch...I'm going to kill you! I'm going to torture you to death!"

"what!"

Zhou Hu unleashed a punch imbued with the power of thunder, aiming for Shen Jinluan's waist and abdomen, showing absolutely no mercy.

Shen Jinluan's face was flushed, her breathing was rapid, and she kept exhaling fragrance from her nostrils. Her long legs, which were exposed outside the hem of her cheongsam, trembled slightly. She was about to collapse.

He bit his tongue hard again, and only then did he regain a sliver of clarity.

She straightened her back, revealing her slender waist, which allowed Zhou Hugang's powerful punch to glide across her pert buttocks and slide to the ground.

"boom!"

With the aid of the medicine, Ming Jin's internal energy surged forth, creating a wave of energy that overturned the collapsed tables and chairs on the ground once again.

Shen Jinluan's cheongsam hem was also blown into the air, making a "rustling" sound.

Shen Jinluan took two deep breaths, then suddenly hooked her right leg in a backflip, clamping it around Zhou Hu's thick arm and pulling him to the ground, using the force of Zhou Hu's punch to drag him down to the ground.

She then raised her pipe and slammed it down on Zhou Hu's knee.

"what!"

The remaining seven members of the Fengxi Gang surrounded Lin Ji, their faces displaying both cruel smiles and lingering fantasies of spring.

"Brothers, kill this old man."

Lin Ji's aura flowed.

He then sensed the faint traces of vital energy emanating from these seven people.

It's just some refurbished meat.

Without needing the Tai Chi coiling force, Lin Ji unleashed the powerful and fierce intent of the Chuishan Fist.

Lin Ji's bare arm, exposed outside his clothes, instantly solidified, becoming almost identical to Zhou Hu's reddened body in the distance.

He delivered a powerful punch to a thug's face.

"Snap!"

The green-skinned man's head snapped back, and he flew backward, never to rise again.

Lin Ji hooked with his left hand and thrust straight with his right, killing two more thugs.

The other three had already touched Lin Ji's back, their eyes occasionally glancing at Shen Jinluan's beautiful legs in the distance.

But what they saw made their pupils widen so much that they dared not blink again.

The three of them exchanged a glance, completely terrified.

"what!"

They haven't even considered running away yet.

Lin Ji turned around abruptly, his eyes narrowed and his hand, as large as a fan, was already outstretched.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Three crisp sounds landed on the three people's faces, leaving large bloodstains. The three rolled to the side and fell to the ground, lifeless.

Lin Ji didn't even glance at the three people on the ground. He turned around and looked at Wei Kun, who was standing not far away. He put his hands behind his back and kicked Wei Kun.

Wei Kun's face turned deathly pale, and he looked at Lin Ji as if he were looking at a god of death.

To be fair, even if he fought seven martial artists at the Body Refining Realm, he would still be injured.

This old man is at least a Ming Jin!

"Zhou Hu, save me!"

Wei Kun was terrified and screamed at the top of his lungs.

Not far away, Zhou Hu threw a punch, slamming it into Shen Jinluan's arm that was braced against her chest, sending her flying and giving Zhou Hu a complete advantage.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Hu glanced at Wei Kun, who was huddled in the corner, narrowed his eyes, and shouted:

"You old bastard! This time I have some of the foreigner's potion; I'll beat you to death this time!"

As soon as Zhou Hu finished speaking, he lowered his waist and charged towards Lin Ji like a bull.

Lin Ji's brows furrowed; he dared not be presumptuous, and silently prayed to himself:

"Martial arts break through the limits of fate, the dragon hides in the abyss!"

"Killing Technique - Hidden Dragon Abyss!"

"boom!"

at once!

Lin Ji's aura surged dramatically.

The air seemed to drift, creating a gust of wind on the ground.

His eyes were as still as a deep well, he stood with one hand behind his back, raising his right hand to welcome Zhou Hu's arrival.

As Zhou Hu approached, he unleashed a brutal punch.

Lin Ji raised his hand to meet it, and the two interacted, but no explosive sound was produced as expected.

Zhou Hu's pupils suddenly contracted.

I felt that the force in my hands was not being applied effectively.

The two men's wrists remained pressed together. Almost the instant they hit the ground, Lin Ji suddenly raised his hand, twisted his wrist, and used Tai Chi entangling energy to wrap around Zhou Hu's wrist, pulling and dragging it.

"boom!"

Zhou Hu's massive body crashed to the ground.

Lin Ji turned and lunged forward, pressing his knee against Zhou Hu's spine, his fist carrying a powerful gust of wind and the fierce and domineering aura of the Chuishan Fist, slamming into Zhou Hu's crown.

Then, with his hands apart, he simultaneously lowered them and slammed them into Zhou Hu's temples.

"what!"

Despite being punched twice in the head, Zhou Hu was still alive and unleashed an even more domineering force. Lin Ji was pushed back half a step, and Zhou Hu twisted his body and swung a punch at Lin Ji's cheek.

Lin Ji neither dodged nor avoided the punch.

The fist was so fast that it arrived in the blink of an eye and landed on Zhou Hu's chest.

"boom!"

"puff!"

A single punch pierced through flesh, actually penetrating Zhou Hu's body.

Zhou Hu's arm was left hanging in mid-air when his chest exploded, killing him.

Lin Ji narrowed his eyes, stared intently at Wei Kun, whose face was deathly pale, and without saying a word, raised his hand and flung Zhou Hu's corpse at Wei Kun's forehead.

Wei Kun coughed up a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and died instantly.

Lin Ji glanced at the two corpses lying on the ground, a glint of light flashing in his eyes:

"As expected of a top-tier killing technique among secret arts, it is so powerful."

Looking up and scanning the banquet hall, there was no one else there except Shen Jinluan, who was still lying on the ground. The members of the Haijiao Gang had disappeared without a trace.

"Hmm~"

Her alluring whispers echoed throughout the banquet hall.

Lin Ji turned around and saw a green streak rushing towards him, crashing into his arms.

A soft, bouncy, supple, and fluffy sensation is felt all at once.

Lin Ji looked down and saw Shen Jinluan hugging him, her face flushed, her eyes slightly narrowed, and her eyes filled with tenderness.

Shen Jinluan's dark green cheongsam had its collar open to the side, revealing a glimpse of delicate skin. As her waist swayed, it made Lin Ji's eyes dizzy.

The drugs in Shen Jinluan took full effect, and she kept rubbing against Lin Ji.

Shen Jinluan raised her spring-like eyes and looked at Lin Ji's face. A sliver of clarity seemed to arise from nowhere, and she muttered a curse to herself:

"Shameless! You've utterly disgraced yourself."

"Old Lin, please, just give me a quick death and kill me."

Lin Ji lowered his eyes, a smile playing on his lips, feeling the touch on his body, and asked softly:

"Miss Shen, I thought you would beg the old man to save you."

Shen Jinluan chuckled, parted her red lips slightly, and breathed hot air into Lin Ji's ear, saying disdainfully:

"Do you still have the ability to save me?"

With her chin resting on Lin Ji's chest and taking a deep breath of his breath, Shen Jinluan could no longer restrain herself, and her snow-white jade hand unconsciously slid down.

Her jade-like hand slipped down, and before her palm could even touch her lips, the charming smile on her face suddenly froze on her lips.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Shen Jinluan looked up and stared blankly at Lin Ji, her breath catching in her throat, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"You...you!?"