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

"Bang!"

Crimson flames burst forth from the pitch-black wall, accompanied by thick black smoke that scorched the surrounding air.

Alarm bells rang in Lin Ji's mind, and his martial bones trembled violently within his sea of ​​consciousness.

Before Lin Ji could take the initiative to avoid it.

His body seemed to lose control in an instant.

His body twisted backward in an extremely bizarre movement that no ordinary human could possibly make.

The scorching brass bullet grazed Lin Ji's black night clothes on his shoulder, burning a large area of ​​charred black.

moment.

Lin Ji regained control of his body.

He casually picked up the rubble that had been cracked by the dark-skinned, muscular man's fist and threw it away.

"Pfft!"

The rock, imbued with the power of the Chuishan Fist, suddenly pierced the gunman's throat.

The gunman's eyes widened in surprise, and he fell backward to the ground.

Lin Ji didn't have time to think about how he had just lost control of his body. He quickly stopped his moves and turned to look at the arena.

The young man of Ming Jin, whom Zhao Qiaosheng called Ziyi, with the help of the other five, held the Ming Jin guest elder of the Zhang family tightly.

However, Ziyi's boxing skills were clearly rusty, and his breathing was slightly worse than the woman's. The two fought to a draw.

On the other hand, Zhao Qiaosheng was winning every step of the way.

The burly, dark-skinned man was struck in the heart by Zhao Qiaosheng's palm strike, the hidden force penetrating his body and causing him to suffer serious internal injuries. His previously arrogant demeanor was greatly diminished.

The arrogant look in Tong Ling's eyes completely vanished, replaced by a cautiousness that seemed completely out of place with his physique. Every move he made was defensive, and his already restrained martial arts techniques became even more difficult to execute, causing him to be forced to retreat step by step by Zhao Qiaosheng.

Seeing that Blackie's defeat was inevitable, Lin Ji looked at the half-zhang-deep crater in the ground created by the burly Blackie's attack. His arm still felt slightly numb, and a wave of fear washed over him.

"The difference between hidden strength and manifest strength is like a chasm; a slight misstep can lead to utter ruin."

The two sides inside the warehouse were locked in a protracted battle, the sounds of fighting making the entire warehouse vibrate. Gunshots also rang out from outside the warehouse, and time was running out for their side.

After much deliberation, a glint flashed in Lin Ji's eyes. Just as he was about to risk his life to help again, his steps faltered slightly, and his gaze suddenly sharpened.

"Be careful!"

All that could be seen in Lin Ji's eyes.

The burly, dark-skinned man, whose imposing aura had waned considerably, suddenly shuddered. His bulging muscles hardened, his eyes sharpened, and his movements became several times faster.

He swung his arm, creating a blur, and his palm clashed with Zhao Qiaosheng's.

Zhao Qiaosheng's blood and qi condensed, and a domineering dark force invaded his body, forcibly pushing him back more than two zhang.

"A secret technique!"

Zhao Qiaosheng's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he exclaimed in surprise.

"A secret technique?"

Lin Ji was puzzled.

The burly, dark-skinned man shifted his gaze from Zhao Qiaosheng to Lin Ji, his dark eyes blazing with murderous intent.

"Old man, I'll remember you!"

When the gaze fell on Lin Ji, the hairs on Lin Ji's body stood on end, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The burly, dark-skinned man glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the effeminate male corpse. His dark eyes twitched slightly, and he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"retreat!"

The sound faded.

The burly man immediately turned and ran back the way he came.

It took three full breaths for the chill on Lin Ji's body to finally subside.

"His internal strength is terrifying."

Just as Lin Ji was wondering why the black-skinned man didn't use a secret technique to subdue the two, the blue aura within the burly man in his eyes suddenly plummeted, and the originally abundant aura instantly became less than one-tenth of its original size.

"Is this... the time for the secret technique has come?"

Lin Ji was puzzled. He quickly flipped through the Book of Reversal of Fate in his mind and turned to the second page, "The Art of Slaughter".

"The Three Realms of Secret Techniques: Training, Fighting, and Killing."

"Practice strengthens the foundation, fighting techniques enhance power, and killing techniques break through life."

"Those who urge on their troops in battle will inevitably suffer the consequences of exhaustion afterward."

"The lower the grade, the shorter the time limit, and the heavier the backlash."

Lin Ji detached himself from his sea of ​​consciousness, his doubts diminished considerably, and he became certain:

"Just as I guessed, the time for the secret technique has come."

"This person must be using the most basic training method."

Lin Ji lowered his eyes, his gaze hardening.

It's not impossible for someone with overt strength to defeat someone with covert strength!

Now is the best opportunity.

"Take advantage of your illness to kill you!"

Lin Ji moved his feet, his feet neither too far to the left nor too far to the right, and assumed a fighting stance.

Zhao Qiaosheng, who was adjusting his breathing and concentrating beside him, suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Lin Ji.

The old man in front of me no longer resembled a hunched-over old man.

He even exuded a somewhat otherworldly and ethereal air.

Zhao Qiaosheng's surprised gaze suddenly sharpened as Lin Ji strode forward, actually heading towards the burly, dark-skinned man. Zhao Qiaosheng quickly called out to stop him:

"Old man, you mustn't!"

Lin Ji didn't stop walking, and in a few steps he got closer to the dark-skinned, burly man.

Zhao Qiaosheng's voice of dissuasion reached the ears of the burly, dark-skinned man. His ears twitched slightly, and he stopped running, turning his head. Upon seeing who it was, a cruel killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"Old man, I was going to let you go and let you live a few more days, but you are so ignorant of death. Then I will send you to see the King of Hell."

The burly, dark-skinned man stopped abruptly, spurred his horse, and charged towards Lin Ji.

Lin Ji noticed that the blue aura around the burly man's chest had dissipated a bit more, but Lin Ji didn't dare to be careless. He flipped his hand, and the attacking Chuishan Fist suddenly changed, abruptly stopping its killing momentum.

With a few light taps of his toes, he swept behind the burly, dark-skinned man, and with a palm he patted down, landing lightly on the man's shoulder.

Blackie turned his head and swung his elbow, but Lin Ji's hand slipped and caught the strong man's right arm.

Immediately following, he used his body and elbow to pull and press down with the Tai Chi winding force, causing the burly man to stagger back a few steps.

Lin Ji's expression remained calm and composed. He leaped forward, followed closely behind, grabbed the burly man's arm with both hands, and spun him around in the air.

The burly, dark-skinned man was both shocked and furious. He tried to unleash his power, but it was like throwing a mud ox into the sea; he couldn't get it out no matter what he did.

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

The burly, dark-skinned man roared angrily, straining his arm as he tried to pull himself out of Lin Ji's arms.

Unexpectedly, Lin Ji was pulled along with him and pressed against him again.

Looking into Lin Ji's dark, unwavering eyes, the burly man felt a sense of terror, a fear of death.

Lin Ji planted his feet on the ground and, taking advantage of the strong man's pulling force, pushed him away by using the man's strength to send him flying more than ten feet away.

Zhao Qiaosheng looked on with suspicion from a distance.

He clearly saw that Lin Ji's boxing style required close-range leverage to be executed. If they separated, wouldn't that give the opponent room to recover?

Just as Zhao Qiaosheng was wondering.

A sinister grin also appeared on the dark-skinned, burly man's face.

"Old man, don't think you can do anything to me with your strange boxing style. Your mere Ming Jin is nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree!"

"Die!"

The burly, dark-skinned man lowered his body to support the frame, unleashing a powerful aura.

In Lin Ji's eyes, the air mass in his chest was rapidly depleting, almost empty within two or three breaths.

And from his fists, a hazy white mist shimmered.

"The powerful energy penetrates the body, its sharpness like a dagger!"

Zhao Qiaosheng exclaimed in surprise.

"This is the mid-stage of Inner Strength!"

Lin Ji remained calm and composed, like a still pond, and slowly said:

"It's just the last gasp of a spent force."

Then, with a flick of his robe, Lin Ji reached inside his clothes and pulled out a black object, pointing it directly at the dark-skinned man's forehead.

"My lord, times have changed."