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

Lin Ji rubbed his feet together, and the samurai sword beneath his feet hummed and flew up. Lin Ji caught the flying samurai sword in his hand, twisted his foot, and pounced out.

"Ding!"

Samurai swords clashed in mid-air.

The katana emitted a loud metallic clang.

The samurai sword in the dark-force warrior's hand came to an abrupt halt.

If it were just half an inch lower, Gu Yanqiu would perish.

The samurai sword in Lin Ji's hand vibrated violently. The hidden energy within the Japanese samurai's body surged through the samurai sword into Lin Ji's arm and shoulder blade, causing half of Lin Ji's body to go numb.

"We can't confront them head-on!"

The Japanese samurai turned his head, saw who it was, his face contorted with rage, and shouted curses:

"Baka!"

Before the words were even finished, another martial artist with internal strength had already drawn his sword and slashed at them.

"call out!"

The katana sliced ​​through the air with a sharp sonic boom, and in the blink of an eye, it was already striking.

Lin Ji's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he discerned the opponent's method of exertion in the blink of an eye.

With a sudden burst of strength, he parried the samurai sword in front of Gu Yanqiu, then drew his own sword and lunged at another samurai.

The samurai swords gleamed coldly.

The expected metallic clanging sound did not occur.

In mid-air, the two samurai swords were pressed together and intertwined, and Lin Ji pulled and tugged along with the force of the Japanese samurai.

Even if a Japanese samurai possessed immense strength, it would be as difficult as a clay ox sinking into the sea to exert it.

Once you understand one thing, you understand everything!

Lin Ji used his samurai sword to unleash the Tai Chi coiling force.

Lin Ji's lips curled up slightly without his noticing.

Sure enough!

Just as he had guessed.

This was the prototype of Tai Chi sword.

Using his martial arts expertise to analyze the enemy's weaknesses, Lin Ji, with his late-stage Ming Jin strength, steadily suppressed an An Jin martial artist with a katana that felt awkward to wield.

Gu Yanqiu was not a delicate young lady from a prominent family, and the threat of death did not frighten her.

Taking advantage of the lull in Lin Ji's assistance, he regained his usual decisive and stern demeanor from the martial arts hall.

With his fist clenched, he used Lin Ji's body as cover and unleashed a powerful attack from an unusual angle.

As if sensing something, Lin Ji used all his strength to violently throw the samurai sword in his hand aside.

With a pull and a tug.

The Japanese samurai, with his door wide open, cried out in astonishment and curses:

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? It's so strange!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his narrow, lewd, triangular eyes suddenly shrank.

A jade-like hand darted out from Lin Ji's ribs like a python flicking its tongue.

He tried to raise his sword to parry, but the old man in front of him used a strange technique to entangle his katana, pressing and lifting it, and he couldn't pull it out no matter what he did.

He could only watch helplessly as Lin Ji's jade fist, leaving a faint afterimage, slammed into his chest.

The fist landed.

There was no sound like Lin Ji's, a god of death.

The only sound was the soft rustling of the jade fist touching the foreigner's clothes.

However, this punch landed.

The Japanese samurai looked on in disbelief.

Lin Ji suddenly felt his hand become lighter.

The Japanese samurai fell backward with a thud.

Another Japanese man brandished his samurai sword.

Lin Ji is exactly the same.

He used Tai Chi-style coiling force to firmly attach his katana to the opponent's katana.

With a pull and a tug, using the true essence of martial arts to discover the opponent's weakness:

"Instructor Gu, strike him three inches to the left of his lower abdomen."

Without any hesitation, Gu Yanqiu's heroic face twisted the fist that was about to be swung at the Japanese man's chest in mid-air.

"Bang!"

A solid punch landed.

A flicker of lingering fear crossed Gu Yanqiu's eyes.

The samurai sword that Lin Ji had used to parry the Japanese samurai's sword suddenly unleashed a tremendous force, pressing Lin Ji down slightly, and the sword's edge just happened to glide across the chests of the two men.

Without Lin Ji's reminder, his right forearm would have been splattered with blood.

Hidden force penetrates the body!

Although it did not injure any vital organs that would have been fatal, the Japanese samurai, who also possessed internal strength, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him.

Lin Ji raised his knife and brought it down.

The Tai Chi-like energy within the samurai sword vanished without a trace, and a domineering force erupted from above.

"Sizzle."

The blood-stained heads of the Japanese samurai flew through the air, utterly dead.

Lin Ji kicked the still-standing Japanese samurai corpse to the side.

He glanced down at the samurai sword in his hand.

The knife is sharp enough!

It's just awkward to use.

"Splash!"

Lin Ji casually tossed the samurai sword in his hand away.

The samurai sword spun in the air, its blood-stained blade reflecting the sunlight streaming in from the window, casting shadows throughout the Western restaurant.

Take a look around.

Inside the restaurant, corpses lay strewn everywhere, along with severed limbs.

Ten Japanese samurai couldn't even put together a complete corpse.

Lin Ji calmly withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Gu Yanqiu beside him. A trace of blood stained Gu Yanqiu's handsome face.

"Instructor Gu, are you alright?"

Gu Yanqiu seemed not to hear Lin Ji's words, her gaze fixed on the horrific scene inside the Western restaurant, her eyes filled with disbelief. Her face suddenly turned pale, her stomach churned slightly, and she almost gagged.

The restaurant remained silent for several breaths before a rustling sound broke the silence.

Many young, wealthy women took out their handkerchiefs and covered their mouths, their faces turning pale, and they dared not look up at the scene inside the restaurant.

At the restaurant entrance.

Two men in white shirts, each carrying a walking stick, were talking aloud with their heads down.

"The Japanese are dead! Let's run!"

"Quick, let's go, or this old killer won't let us leave."

The words fell.

The two carefully crawled out from under the table.

Seeing that Lin Ji did not stop them, the two jogged quickly.

He ran to the restaurant door and suddenly yanked it open.

Sunlight streamed in.

The two quickened their pace and ran deeper into the street.

The other diners followed suit, and soon only Lin Ji, Gu Yanqiu, Liu Yuanbao, and the waiter whose clothes had been torn remained in the restaurant.

Liu Yuanbao covered his face with his chubby little hands, deliberately leaving a gap between his index and middle fingers, and said directly to Gu Yanqiu:

"Sister Gu, are you alright?"

Gu Yanqiu slightly turned her head, her dazed eyes refocusing. Her face twitched slightly, as if she were thinking about how to smile. After a long while, she finally managed to force a smile.

"Yuanbao, your sister is alright!"

Then, realizing what he'd just said, he quickly asked:

"Yuanbao, are you alright?"

Liu Yuanbao continued to cover his face, his small eyes blinking through his fingers:

"Sister Gu, don't worry, Yuanbao is very brave. Grandpa Lin has protected me very well."

Speaking of Lin Ji, Lin Yuanbao glanced at Lin Ji sideways.

Gu Yanqiu's gaze fell on Lin Ji.

Lin Ji was covered in blood, his clothes almost completely soaked through, and he was squatting on the ground, feeling the inside of the Japanese samurai's kimono one by one.

Gu Yanqiu's face turned pale again.

This old man is practically a god of death descending upon the world.

Lin Ji lifted the last samurai's kimono and pulled out a crumpled letter.

Turn the pages.

The paper was written in Japanese script.

Lin Ji could barely recognize a few characters.

experiment……

human body……

Lin Ji's pupils suddenly contracted sharply.

Lin Ji carefully folded the paper and was about to put it in his pocket when his ear twitched slightly.

Outside the restaurant.

A series of neat clattering sounds of leather shoes hitting the ground rang out.

"We have to go!"