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

"roar!"

The berserk foreigner on the left took a step forward.

The solid floor of the warehouse trembled slightly underfoot, and dust fell from the roof.

The foreigner's huge fist swung out violently, completely abandoning any martial arts technique, and smashed hard towards Lin Ji's cheek.

Lin Ji's eyes narrowed, and he dodged with a slight step. His hands moved with incredible speed, delivering a powerful downward punch that struck his opponent's side.

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed inside the warehouse.

Lin Ji used seven-tenths of his strength in that punch.

For an ordinary person...

That punch was enough to shatter ribs.

But the foreigner's body swayed slightly, and his rib muscles tensed up, causing him to deflect the fist that was about to land on him.

The foreigner suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes staring blankly at Lin Ji.

"roar!"

With a roar, he swept his fist across the room.

After dodging, Lin Ji unleashed a flurry of powerful punches, striking the foreigner's ribs and chest from both sides.

Two punches landed.

Lin Ji felt the sensation of hitting a cowhide drum again in his fist.

The foreigner's muscles rebounded so quickly that the damage he caused was almost zero.

The foreigner took several punches, but his movements didn't slow down. Instead, he seemed to be completely enraged, and his attacks became increasingly frantic.

Lin Ji's heart tightened as he recalled the scene of the preliminary battle.

The two men were completely unconscious, and they looked just like Kane, the foreigner who defeated the coachman Li Jinsi!

Another foreigner, who had been slammed into the corner, also pounced, his hands clamping down like pincers, clamping down on Lin Ji's waist.

Lin Ji shrank back and dodged, barely avoiding the combined attack of the two.

"Bang!"

The foreigner who had been throwing punches earlier couldn't stop himself and landed another punch on a different foreigner, causing the latter to stagger backward.

The two stared blankly at each other, then looked at each other in confusion for a while before they came to their senses. They turned to look at Lin Ji, twisted their feet, and pounced on him again without any strategy.

Lin Ji was testing him.

He raised both hands.

They came out from both sides simultaneously.

Two punches landed on the fists of the two foreigners who were lunging at him.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

The two made a loud noise.

Even Lin Ji felt a slight numbness in his joints.

Lin Ji was not surprised but rather pleased.

These two are far from reaching the Ming Jin level; they have only lost the ability to feel pain and are more resistant to beatings. They are only slightly stronger than Zhou Hu before.

"Old sir!"

corner.

A strong yet weak shout reached Lin Ji's ears.

Lin Ji didn't have time to look; the voice came to his ears again:

"Sir, this medicine has severe side effects and its effects are very short-lived, lasting only for fifteen minutes. If it drags on, they will become weak due to the shortened lifespan."

drag?

A thought flashed through Lin Ji's mind.

The Chuishan Fist is powerful and explosive. If he were to engage in a head-on clash with these two tireless monsters, his stamina would be depleted far faster than theirs.

Thinking of this, Lin Ji's fist technique suddenly changed.

The originally fierce and explosive punches suddenly stopped, and the fist techniques in his hands instantly became slow and smooth, while his footwork alternated between real and feint.

As the foreigner on the left threw a punch, Lin Ji neither blocked nor parried. Instead, he took a half-step to the side, gently placed his palm on the opponent's wrist, and with a flick of his wrist, the foreigner's fist, weighing hundreds of pounds, was deflected and landed precisely on the fist coming from another foreigner.

"Thump!"

With a muffled thud, the blood on both men's fists drained away abruptly.

The two paused again, looked away in confusion, and continued to chase after Lin Ji.

After more than a dozen moves...

Lin Ji's eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

The previously invisible punching patterns were now being analyzed.

With a press and a squeeze in his hand, the force of the two people falling into his palm vanished as if they had been thrown into the sea.

Lin Ji completely abandoned the constraints of moves, his punches were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, his footwork was sometimes forward and sometimes backward, no longer concerned with the right or wrong of each move, he could exert force from his fingertips, palms, elbows and arms.

The scholar in the corner was completely stunned, his eyes wide open.

"What kind of... fist technique is this?"

The scholar muttered to himself, his heart finally at ease. This masterful boxing technique could easily hold out for a quarter of an hour.

Lin Ji took the punch, and then his opponent took two steps back. Lin Ji frowned, and a strange sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart.

Although the warehouse was located in a remote area, it was filled with the sound of fists flying and explosions, and the vibrations were so strong that even thunder and rain could not stop them.

If we drag this out until the effects of the medication wear off on the two foreigners, it might cause further trouble.

The night is long and things could go wrong; we can't wait any longer.

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

Lin Ji's aura suddenly surged again, causing his black clothes to flutter loudly.

With a thought, Lin Ji changed the stance of his fist again.

The originally soft and entwined Tai Chi Yin Hand suddenly sank, and the wrist flipped, turning from soft to hard, which turned out to be the killing move of Tai Chi Yang Hand!

Lin Ji stepped out in the Bagua direction, twisted his waist, and channeled his fist energy through his spine, striking the chests of the two berserk foreigners with precision.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull thuds of punches echoed one after another, raining down on the same spot on the foreigner's chest.

Upon seeing this, the scholar's expression changed drastically, and he shouted urgently:

"We can't beat them in a head-on fight; it's too exhausting, and we might not be able to hold out until the medicine wears off!"

Lin Ji seemed not to hear.

His fists pounded wildly, like hammering iron.

The two foreigners roared with their heads thrown back, but their hand movements gradually froze, and the muscles that had been bulging in their chests visibly collapsed.

The ribs and sternum cracked under Lin Ji's hammer blows, unable to bear the weight any longer.

"roar--"

"roar!"

Their wild roars became hoarse, and the dullness in their scarlet eyes faded, revealing a hint of clarity.

Lin Ji's eyes turned cold, and he channeled all the power he possessed into his fists, letting out a low shout:

"Die!"

With a low shout, Lin Ji simultaneously unleashed the power of his left and right fists, using the accumulated force from his previous punches to land a blow on the chests of the two men.

There was no drumming as I had imagined.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Two sounds of flesh being torn apart echoed in the empty warehouse, sounding particularly jarring.

Lin Ji's fists pierced straight into the chests of the two foreigners as if chiseling through rotten wood, completely shattering their wildly beating hearts.

The scholar stared wide-eyed, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief, unable to utter a sound for a long time.

He stared blankly at the masked, white-haired figure in the arena, feeling that the old man was even more terrifying than the two berserk foreigners.

The dark red color on the two berserk foreigners quickly faded, and their skin returned to its normal color.

His eyes, dull and lifeless, stared blankly at the fist that had pierced his chest, the crimson light of blood quickly dissipating.

The two mountain-like bodies slowly fell backward.

"boom!"

The warehouse fell completely silent.

Lin Ji withdrew his blood-stained hands, the blood flowing down his fingertips onto the ground. Under the searchlight, it splashed into the puddles, creating bright red flowers.

"Boom!"

Outside the warehouse.

Thunder rumbled everywhere.

The rain was pouring down.

The searchlight shone on Lin Ji, and beneath the black cloth covering his face, his deep eyes remained calm and still.

Suddenly.

Lin Ji's ears twitched slightly.

Listen closely.

A series of heavy footsteps sounded in the rain outside the warehouse.

"Da da da!"

The sound of the shoes falling into the mud was exceptionally clear.