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

Liu Yuanbao, who was tugging at Lin Ji's trouser leg, did not become a burden to Lin Ji, but instead became another pair of eyes for Lin Ji.

Three samurai swords slashed down from behind Lin Ji at the same time.

Liu Yuanbao's exclamation prompted Lin Ji to react in time.

With a twist of the foot, the left foot stretches to the ground, while the right foot draws a circle, dividing the world into yin and yang.

With his left hand, he drew a circle in the air, and the Tai Chi coiling energy solidified into a tangible substance, clinging to the three swung samurai swords like a bone-deep infection.

The samurai sword gleamed coldly but could not advance any further. Lin Ji raised his right fist, and the intent of the "Hanging Mountain Fist" was concentrated in the tip of his fist, slamming down fiercely.

"Snap!"

All three samurai swords broke off simultaneously.

"To Grandpa Lin's right."

Liu Yuanbao spoke up again to remind him.

Two more people came from the right.

Lin Ji flipped over, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and he had already seen through the way the two used their internal energy and blood, and their techniques for exerting force.

The downward slashing motion of the two samurai swords seemed to have been rehearsed countless times in Lin Ji's mind. Lin Ji turned to the side, and with Liu Yuanbao, they dodged through the gap between the two samurai swords.

Lin Ji suddenly threw a punch, which contained the essence of Tai Chi and also contained a touch of the power of the Chuishan Fist.

It combines strength and gentleness, and is exceptionally powerful.

This punch looked weak, but it actually carried the force of a thousand pounds.

The fist landed on the Japanese samurai.

Boom!

Like beating a drum.

"ah--"

The Japanese samurai let out a scream and was sent flying backward through the air.

It crashed onto a solid wood table not far away, its body folding backwards with a crack.

"Grandpa Lin, there's also this place."

Ten Ming Jin warriors attacked Lin Ji several times but failed to defeat him, and even lost one of them. Their ferocious expressions turned into caution.

Now, as they attacked again, Liu Yuanbao, who was beneath Lin Ji, saw through their plan and reminded them, and everyone's eyes fell on Liu Yuanbao.

"Kill the younger one first!"

"Kill this kid, and the old man won't be able to see behind him. Taking him down will be a piece of cake."

Two Japanese phrases came out from the mouths of the two Japanese samurai.

Although Lin Ji had some knowledge of Japanese in his previous life, he was not proficient enough to understand what the Japanese were saying.

He suddenly felt the killing intent falling on him lessen.

With a flick of his elbow, Lin Ji sent another warrior flying. Looking back, he saw three gleaming swords approaching Liu Yuanbao.

"court death!"

Lin Ji's aura suddenly surged again!

"Hidden Dragon Abyss!"

The fist, which was originally swinging in the air and exuding the coiling energy of Tai Chi, suddenly solidified with the intent of the fist.

The greatest truths are the simplest!

The domineering and fierce fist intent of the Chuishan Fist is concentrated in the fist.

A sudden explosion rang out in the air.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sounds of tigers and leopards thundered continuously.

This is a symbol of the late Ming Dynasty's powerful style!

Lin Ji, taking advantage of the power of the Hidden Dragon Abyss, broke through during the battle.

Late stage of Ming Jin!

Lin Ji felt the force of his fist increase threefold.

"boom!"

The fist landed.

He punched a samurai in the chest.

The drumbeats were not originally produced.

Instead, there was the sound of a burlap sack being torn apart.

The warrior.

Lin Ji punched him through.

The powerful force tore the warrior in half at the waist.

The Japanese samurai flew up and down in different directions.

His legs landed amidst the diners in the restaurant, eliciting gasps from the crowd. Blood gushed from his lower body, which was still on the ground, and his legs twitched slowly, though he was not yet dead.

"what!"

"Is this even human?"

The upper body of the Japanese samurai was smashed away and landed on a table in the distance, with white spinal cord flowing out from his spine.

He wasn't completely dead yet; blood was gushing from his mouth as he watched himself being torn in two.

Lin Ji blocked the other two samurai swords with his arm. His clothes were torn, but this time not even a white mark was left.

Lin Ji twisted his arm, raised his hand and grabbed the samurai swords, twisting both swords into pieces, and then flicked his sleeve.

The power of the late-stage Ming Jin surged violently on his clothes, and the Tai Chi coiling energy, which could only flow within his limbs, also stuck to his sleeves, shooting out along with the shards of the samurai sword.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

Fragments of the samurai sword landed on the two Japanese samurai, creating several bloody holes.

The fragments pierced through the body, landing on the ground and table with undiminished force, before finally stopping half an inch into the ground.

The two warriors collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The smashing startled the diners in the hall once again.

Lin Ji's punches were delivered in less than ten breaths.

Four Ming Jin martial artists have already died from their injuries, and the scene is extremely tragic.

Even the most inhuman Japanese samurai were terrified by Lin Ji's bloody fist techniques.

Of the remaining six samurai, only three still had samurai swords in their hands.

"run!"

It was unclear which Japanese samurai spoke first, but he turned around and found a gap, trying to escape like a mouse.

"Grandpa Lin, they're running away."

Liu Yuanbao clenched his fist excitedly, grabbed Lin Ji's trouser leg, and shouted.

Lin Ji watched the six Ming Jin martial artists flee in different directions, his eyes narrowed, a sharp glint in them.

The six warriors vanished completely in a transparent white glow!

They were already doomed.

Lin Ji stomped his foot.

A wine bottle that had rolled onto the ground at some unknown time was crushed to pieces by Lin Ji.

Lin Ji twisted his foot again, and with a crash, countless fragments flew up and scattered towards three of the Japanese samurai.

Lin Ji didn't even look at them. He turned around slightly and took in the figures of the other three Japanese samurai. A glint flashed in his eyes as he revealed their weakest acupoints.

Lin Ji reached into his robes and pulled out the wooden-handled turtle-shaped box.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Three gunshots rang out.

The three corpses fell heavily to the ground.

They all fell to the ground in different ugly and pathetic fleeing postures.

Normally.

Ming Jin martial artist.

This single-shot pistol is completely ineffective against armor.

But Lin Ji possessed a true understanding of martial arts and could clearly see their weaknesses.

Ten Japanese samurai.

They were all wiped out by Lin Ji's ruthless methods.

The deaths were so gruesome that they were almost unbearable to look at.

"Good! You have excellent skills, old man."

A cheer erupted from the crowd.

They weren't praising Lin Ji's skills.

Rather, they survived.

Although Gu Yanqiu was not at a disadvantage against the two martial artists with internal strength, he had only recently entered the internal strength realm and had no time to pay attention to the changes in the restaurant.

After three gunshots rang out, cheers erupted in the restaurant.

Gu Yanqiu was momentarily distracted when she caught a glimpse of Lin Ji, who looked like a god of death descending upon the world, out of the corner of her eye.

just.

They exchanged blows using subtle, hidden strength.

It is precisely in the smallest of things.

Taking advantage of the opening, the two martial artists with internal strength pressed down with their swords and completely gained the upper hand.

Gu Yanqiu was forced to retreat.

Seeing this from a distance, Lin Ji was about to pull the trigger again.

"Click! Click!"

The machine was making noise.

Out of bullets!

Lin Ji glanced down at the tortoise-shaped pistol in his hand, tossed it to the ground, and then looked at Liu Yuanbao.

"Yuanbao, stay here, I'll go help you take care of your sister."

Liu Yuanbao clenched his fist and softly agreed, "Okay!"

Feeling the surging power within his body, Lin Ji made a decision in his mind:

"Half an hour is enough for Hidden Dragon Abyss!"

Just then.

Gu Yanqiu finally couldn't withstand it and was hit in the abdomen by a strange punch from the dark force martial artist, staggering back two steps.

The two martial artists with internal strength turned pale and pressed down with their gleaming samurai swords.