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

The blinding searchlight suddenly shifted.

All the bullets hit the figure outside the door.

The night rain poured down, and a violent wind whipped up the white hair of the figures.

Beneath the black mask, a pair of eyes reflected the searchlight, cold and deep.

The person who arrived was none other than Lin Ji.

Inside the warehouse, the scavengers lay sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain as wood chips were embedded in their bodies.

The foreigner, who was crushing the scholar, suddenly froze, his mocking smile instantly turning to madness, his eyebrows furrowing, and his azure eyes widening in shock.

With despair in his eyes and blood gushing from his mouth, the scholar struggled to sit up and barely managed to look up, following the foreigner's gaze toward the warehouse entrance battered by wind and rain, his eyes wide with astonishment.

In the center of the warehouse, the foreigner's raised leg landed with a "thud," his black leather boots kicking up a cloud of dust that drifted into the cold white spotlight.

"Where did this old codger come from!"

Through the searchlight, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes as he casually waved his hand and shouted to the remaining thugs:

"Cripple him!"

Upon seeing this, the five or six remaining thugs grinned maliciously, grabbed their machetes, and, wading through the rain-soaked ground, charged at Lin Ji at the warehouse entrance.

In their eyes, the man before them was nothing more than a thin, white-haired old man. Even though he had just broken in, he was still a frail, decaying old man with failing health.

Five or six thugs swarmed over, but Lin Ji remained completely unmoved.

Lin Ji's muscles and bones trembled slightly, and his blood and qi suddenly circulated faster. His internal strength burst forth, simple and unadorned, yet fierce and domineering.

Lin Ji took a step forward, splashing water everywhere, and his straight punch exploded with a loud "boom".

The force of the energy scattered the water splashing up from beneath his feet.

Before the leader of the thugs could even see the path of the fist, he let out a groan and flew backward, his machete spinning before embedding itself in the ground.

A flash of cold light from the searchlight reflected off the side of the blade and onto Lin Ji's face.

Lin Ji opened his eyes, his expression cold and ruthless.

The piercing gaze fell upon the remaining few people, causing them to suddenly pause in their actions and involuntarily swallow.

Lin Ji's hands did not stop moving for a moment; his left shoulder pressed against the ground, and his right palm pushed out.

He casually bumped into two thugs.

"puff!"

"puff……"

In an instant, clouds and mist surged forth, casting a cold light upon them.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared outside the warehouse.

The remaining three thugs were so startled that they stopped in their tracks, their eyes wide with astonishment. Trembling, they lifted their leaden legs and backed away.

The foreigner sitting on the stool raised his eyes slightly, his excitement barely contained. He slapped the armrest and jumped up from the chair.

"Wade!"

The moment the boots landed, the foreigner moved his feet quickly, slid to the side, and instantly assumed a standard fighting stance in Western boxing, with his elbows protecting his ribs, his fists pointing forward, his whole body tense, and a fierce killing intent emanating from him.

Another foreigner lowered his body and assumed the same stance.

The two exchanged a glance, then rattled off a string of crude English phrases at an extremely fast pace, their arrogance palpable.

Shusheng, who was barely able to sit up by the warehouse wall, changed his expression upon hearing this. Ignoring the possibility of aggravating his injuries, he shouted a warning:

"Sir, watch out! They're betting on who will break your leg first! They're teaming up against you."

Lin Ji's deep eyes darkened slightly.

A century has passed, and the memory of foreign languages ​​has long been blurred. But ever since he turned the page of the Book of Rebellion and obtained the martial arts bone, those memories that had been sealed for a hundred years have been completely unlocked. He can clearly understand the unfamiliar foreign languages ​​in his ears, and their general meaning is exactly the same as what the scholar said.

Bet on who wins or loses, break his leg, and team up to kill him.

You mere barbarians! How dare you risk your lives and injure people on this Chinese land!

A cold smile curled at the corner of Lin Ji's mouth, hidden beneath the black cloth.

"court death!"

The two deep, hoarse words pierced through the thunder and rain, echoing slowly in the empty warehouse.

Before he could finish speaking...

Lin Ji suddenly lunged forward, his breathing becoming long and deep, as if in harmony with the workings of heaven and earth.

Hanging Mountain Fist!

A punch is thrown, seemingly simple yet incredibly skillful.

When the two foreigners saw Lin Ji's boxing style, they were first stunned, then looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter, their eyes full of contempt.

"Isn't this the basic boxing technique taught at that martial arts academy?"

"You think this rudimentary technique can compete with my Western boxing?"

The scholar in the corner narrowed his eyes, his face full of worry.

This set of boxing techniques has an extremely low barrier to entry and is the most widely circulated, but it has many flaws, shallow power generation, and insufficient follow-up strength.

Anyone with even a basic understanding of martial arts can easily counter their moves.

Lin Ji's not-so-tall figure made his heart tighten.

The old man is in danger!

However, the next moment...

Lin Ji's punch shattered everyone's expectations.

The punches were still simple and unadorned, but when they came in again, they were domineering and fierce. When they landed in front of the foreigner, there were many punches, which completely made up for the original defects of the Chuishan Fist.

Lin Ji's chest twitched slightly, his breathing became long and deep, and he unleashed a powerful aura that suppressed the entire arena with the force of his fist.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three consecutive loud punches rang out.

The first punch shattered the foreigner's block, causing his arms to go numb, his face to turn red, and his blood to surge.

The second punch broke through the foreigner's defenses and slammed into his chest and abdomen, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The third punch rose from the ground, aimed straight at the foreigner's jaw.

The foreigner could no longer resist and was sent flying backward by a punch.

Another foreigner covered his head with his left hand and threw his right fist straight at Lin Ji's blind spot.

It was about to fall on Lin Ji.

Lin Ji moved with lightning speed, twisting his waist sharply and throwing a hook punch.

The two fists collided.

"Bang!"

The air emitted a loud sonic boom.

I have a ringing in my ears and feel dizzy.

The foreigner flicked his white knuckles, wiped the blood from his lips, took two steps back, and shouted with wide eyes:

"This is not the Hanging Mountain Fist!"

The scholar in the corner stared intently at Lin Ji's fist, not blinking for a moment, afraid of missing a single move.

How can this not be the Chuishan Fist?

This is the Chuishan Fist style taught at Wutang Junior High School.

The scholar shifted his gaze and looked at Lin Ji, his eyes slightly furrowed. Who exactly was this person?

They actually improved this basic boxing technique to such an extent.

It is in no way inferior to top-tier martial arts techniques.

too strong.

The foreigners began to retreat, their steps faltering. A glint of light flashed in Lin Ji's eyes.

With a twist of his foot, his fist aimed straight at the foreigner's face.

The foreigner raised his arm to block, but Lin Ji lowered his eyes and threw another punch.

"Bang!"

The sound was like thunder.

It hit the opponent's side abdomen.

"puff……"

The foreigners spat out blood in the air, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

His body flew sideways, crashed into the warehouse wall, and fell to the ground.

Between two or three punches.

The two foreigners were completely exhausted and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

From the shadows in the corner, the foreigner opened his mouth and mumbled a loud shout.

A fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the other foreigner, and he reached into his pocket.

A syringe about an inch long gleamed with a metallic sheen under the searchlight.

"Pfft!"

Without any hesitation, the two gritted their teeth and exerted their strength, forcefully plunging the syringe into their necks, pushing all the red liquid into their bodies.

next moment.

A bizarre scene suddenly unfolded.

The two men trembled, their muscles swelling wildly at a visible rate.

Their green shirts were torn apart, their skin was red, their veins were bulging, and their blood vessels were intertwined all over their bodies. Their eyes were ferocious as they pushed themselves up from the ground, almost turning into terrifying half-human monsters.