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

The sound waves seemed to have a physical form, causing Lin Ji's eardrums to ring.

The other five bone-refining experts from the Alliance all wore bitter expressions and covered their ears with their hands.

The dull-witted laborers in the warehouse suddenly convulsed, covered their ears with their hands, collapsed to the ground, and screamed in agony.

"what……"

Lin Ji turned his head and saw an extremely robust figure leading two people out from behind the cargo box.

The person's skin was as black as charcoal, but their face was of Eastern origin, and they were at least two meters tall.

Behind them were two people, a man and a woman. The man held a paper fan and gently swayed it. His stillness and movement, his frown and smile, exuded a touch of charm.

The woman was wearing a light green Western-style short-sleeved shirt and combat pants, looking extremely dashing. She had short hair and a murderous aura.

"kill!"

The leading man roared and stomped his foot hard on the ground.

"Boom!"

A cloud of dust fell from the top of the warehouse.

"You think you can just come and go as you please with the Zhang family's warehouse?"

The man's face turned ferocious, his skin was dark red with a hint of black, and a tiger head tattoo was faintly visible on his chest.

"Hidden force!" Zhao Qiaosheng's expression turned solemn, and the cargo box in his hand fell to the ground again.

"I'll hold him back. You and Ziyi deal with the two behind him, Mr. Lin. The rest of you can act as needed."

As soon as Zhao Qiaosheng finished speaking, he moved and charged forward.

Not far away, Lin Ji looked up at the three Zhang family retainers, his eyes gleaming with intelligence.

In Lin Ji's eyes.

The leader, a burly, dark-skinned man, had his internal energy and blood surging like a furnace.

He appears tyrannical on the surface, but in reality, his internal energy flows smoothly with each breath, spreading throughout his body along strange meridians.

Behind him were two people, a man and a woman. The man's internal energy was stagnant, but as his chest bulged slightly, the flow of energy through his body gave off a feminine feeling.

In contrast, the woman's body was surging with violent and domineering energy.

Lin Ji withdrew his gaze.

A surge of excitement welled up inside me.

"Is this a breathing technique?"

"This is the first time I've seen a different breathing method."

Since Lin Ji obtained the true understanding of martial arts, he has observed that everyone's breathing methods are exactly the same, with no significant differences.

He had thought that all martial arts paths lead to the same goal, but he never expected to see a different breathing technique this time.

Zhao Qiaosheng took the initiative to meet the dark-skinned, burly man, not giving him a chance to find someone else to target.

With his thumbs clasped back and his four fingers together, Zhao Qiaosheng held his hands upright as palms. His legs moved erratically and swiftly, striking out more than ten palms in the blink of an eye. Gusts of wind from his palms landed on the strong man's joints and acupoints.

In Lin Ji's eyes, Zhao Qiaosheng's penetrating force continuously poured into the burly man's towering body, its initial sharpness fully revealed. However, after penetrating three inches, it vanished without a trace, disappearing into nothingness.

The burly man appeared fierce, but his moves were extremely disciplined.

With each move, the style was bold and unrestrained. After several moves, Zhao Qiaosheng couldn't even touch the surface of the opponent's skin, and could only let Zhao Qiaosheng strike him with his palms.

Lin Ji was slightly puzzled, but when he glanced at Zhao Qiaosheng, he understood.

All that could be seen was a patch of black within the blue mass of air in Zhao Qiaosheng's chest.

"Is this injury from last time still not fully healed?"

……

"Old man!"

"Splash!"

"Stop looking, your opponent is me."

"Don't say I'm shameless, I just like to prey on the weak."

Before anyone knew it, the effeminate man had already approached Lin Ji by about ten feet. He snapped his folding fan shut and flicked his wrist in a flourish, then charged at Lin Ji.

Lin Ji withdrew his gaze, a hint of doubt in his eyes. This person moved silently, and he hadn't even seen when he had touched him.

Seeing the enemy charging towards him, Lin Ji's heart sank.

One is a hidden force practitioner, and the other two are visible force practitioners.

The two sides appear to be evenly matched.

But this is in Zhang's warehouse, the opponent's home turf.

Once the fighting starts inside the warehouse, both the police and the rest of the Zhang family's forces will arrive within a short time.

If this problem isn't resolved promptly, the Zhang family will be able to deal with them as easily as catching turtles in a jar.

Lin Ji didn't think much of it.

His body suddenly sank, and a surge of energy swept through him.

"Hidden Dragon Abyss!"

The other person's hand holding the folding fan visibly paused, their effeminate gaze instantly changing, their eyes filled with astonishment, and they exclaimed in surprise:

"A secret technique!"

"You actually know secret techniques?"

After the two sounds, the effeminate man had already decided to retreat.

Lin Ji neither dodged nor yielded. With a twist of his hand, he simplified the complex action and unleashed a punch imbued with the power of the Chuishan Fist, striking directly at the opponent's folding fan.

"Splash..."

Paper scraps flew everywhere.

The wooden folding fan was smashed to pieces by Lin Ji's punch.

Lin Ji's fist passed through the folding fan and slammed into the effeminate man's wrist.

One force can overcome ten techniques!

Lin Ji's hands moved without stopping, and with a swift movement of his feet, his second punch arrived.

Qianlongyuan killed the drug-addicted Zhou Hu with three punches.

Now that his martial arts foundation has improved, Lin Ji is confident that this punch will take his opponent's life.

"die!"

Lin Ji's eyes narrowed slightly, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening, yet they gleamed with a cold, sharp intensity.

"boom!"

She punched the effeminate man in the chest.

"puff……"

The effeminate man coughed up a mouthful of blood, which splattered on the spot.

"You are... Zhao Qiaosheng from the Tongmenghui?"

In the distance, the hoarse voice of a burly, black-clad man echoed throughout the warehouse.

Zhao Qiaosheng slowed down, and he finally saw the annoying fly under his feet.

Lin Ji looked up.

The blue gas cloud in Zhao Qiaosheng's chest cavity shrank by more than half.

"Young Brother Zhao, I'm here to help you."

Lin Ji abandoned the oblivious effeminate man, twisted his foot, and ran towards Zhao Qiaosheng and the other man.

Despite being injured, Zhao Qiaosheng managed to hold his own against his opponent by relying on his martial arts skills.

He was already on the verge of giving up when he heard that Lin Ji was coming to help. He was worried that Lin Ji's obvious interference would affect him, so he was about to speak up to stop him when he saw Lin Ji's figure already arriving.

"You little old codger, you're asking for death!"

The dark-skinned man retracted his fist and threw a hook at Lin Ji.

Zhao Qiaosheng's pupils suddenly contracted:

"Sir, watch out!"

As he spoke, he swung out his Bagua Palm, trying to block the burly man's punch.

Lin Ji remained calm.

He could see through the dark-skinned, muscular man's fighting style and the flow of his qi and blood under the True Understanding of Martial Arts.

Even if the opponent is a master of internal energy, Lin Ji is confident that he can withstand the opponent's attack.

Lin Ji's withered palm slammed onto the strong man's fist.

at once!

Lin Jicai realized that he had oversimplified things.

The burly man, though seemingly clumsy, was actually quite formidable. He was outmaneuvered by Zhao Qiaosheng's palm techniques, yet he was a true master of internal strength.

The moment Lin Ji's palm touched the other's fist, he felt as if his entire arm was being pricked with needles.

"Is this what they call penetrating force?"

Lin Ji hardened his heart, his blood surged, and all his energy rushed to his arms. He flipped his palms, pulling and tugging, and his sinister hand circled around the opponent's fist.

The dark-skinned, burly man suddenly became suspicious.

The fist that should have landed squarely on the white-haired old man deviated by half an inch and slammed into the ground with uncontrollable force.

"boom!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Qiaosheng was horrified!

His hand movements suddenly changed, from defense to offense, and before the strong man could muster his strength, he pushed out a palm and landed on the strong man's chest.

"Bang!"

"puff……"

The burly man could no longer withstand the hidden force and was struck so hard that he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Lin Ji withdrew, preparing to deal with another Ming Jin.

Just then.

A chill ran up his spine, and his hair went numb instantly.

He turned his head to look.

A dark gun barrel was pointed directly at him.