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

Two tubes of liquid were infused into Jingren's body through the veins in his neck.

at once!

As the liquid flows through.

Jingren's neck suddenly bulged out rapidly, the muscles becoming as solid as steel.

In the blink of an eye.

Jingren's muscles became like piled-up stones. His kimono was stretched taut and clung tightly to his body.

"roar!"

Jingren roared to the sky, and with a sudden burst of strength, his kimono was torn into countless pieces.

Lin Ji put the now-conscious Shen Jinluan back on the ground and turned to greet her.

Only when Lin Ji truly reached the realm of hidden strength did he realize the difference between hidden strength and manifest strength.

If the internal energy and blood in the body of the Explanatory Force are like a furnace, then the internal energy in the Body of the Dark Force is like a torrent of rivers and seas.

Lin Ji then realized just how terrifying the potion must have been for Li Jinsi, a Ming Jin Grandmaster, to be defeated by a monster who relied solely on brute force and a different blood potion.

"roar!"

Jing Ren's arms were twisted and bent, and he roared at Lin Ji like a monster. He then twisted his feet and charged forward.

"Old Lin, be careful." Shen Jinluan's eyes were full of worry.

"Alright!" Lin Ji nodded slowly, his steps sinking, his demeanor both unsteady and strange.

Others might not be able to tell, but Lin Ji himself knew that this was the culmination of all the martial arts techniques in the world.

"Old man, we're here to help you."

Not far away, three figures surrounded them.

Zhao Qiaosheng, Liu Qingzhu, Zhang Shihao.

"call out--"

A whooshing sound came from the air.

The black throwing knife pierced half an inch into Jingren's shoulder, its hidden force penetrating his body, instantly leaving dense black patterns on the fabric of his shoulder.

Then Jingren suddenly turned around and looked into the darkness in the distance. He raised his hand and drew the throwing knife, his feet never stopping.

The ground trembled and thudded.

Lin Ji flicked his soft sword, the blade whistling as the entire sword, enhanced by hidden energy, shimmered with a fierce wind and headed straight at Jing Ren, who had transformed into a monster.

In Lin Ji's eyes, the blue aura in Jing Ren's chest completely dissipated, and his entire body transformed into a blood furnace, with all his strength driven by this torrent of blood and qi.

"roar"

An even louder dragon roar erupted from Lin Ji's sword.

"He's all brute strength!"

In Lin Ji's eyes, Jing Ren's method of channeling power was several times simpler than before, but the force was dozens of times greater.

Jingren raised his arm to parry the incoming sword.

Flesh and blood instantly turned into mottled bloodstains.

However, Jingren neither dodged nor avoided, but instead punched the sword's edge, knocking it off course.

The blade creaked under the weight, and just as it was about to give way to the pressure of gravity, the blade suddenly softened, dissipating all the force.

Lin Ji suddenly flicked his wrist, and the sword blade coiled around Jing Ren's arm like a red snake.

"Sizzle!"

The sword blade, pressed against Jingren's arm, locked tightly around Jingren's arm as Lin Ji flicked his wrist, taking advantage of Jingren's forward momentum.

He stopped just as he was about to reach Lin Ji. Lin Ji pulled him to the side and flung Jing Ren toward the Japanese soldiers behind him.

Jingren staggered into the crowd, knocking Japanese soldiers to their knees.

Jingren's fist, unable to contain its power, smashed a Japanese soldier into a bloody mist.

"His Royal Highness King Qin!"

"Prince Jingren"

Gasps of surprise rose from the crowd.

Jingren seemed not to hear, and with a flick of his wrists, he crushed the shoulder blades of two Japanese soldiers with a "crack".

"ah--"

"Just like the monster that fought Li Jinsi back then, it can't escape the essence of having lost its will; it's just that it has gained some brute strength and resilience!"

Liu Qingzhu, who rushed up from behind, also noticed the clues about Jingren's blood-altering potion: "Everyone, just keep fighting, don't confront each other head-on."

Jingren pierced the shoulder blades of two Japanese samurai with both hands and actually used them as weapons.

With a twist of his foot, he charged toward Lin Ji once more.

Behind them, Liu Qingzhu was the fastest, holding a small sword as she rushed forward to fight alongside Lin Ji.

The two men stood on either side, and the sword light flashed, cutting the two Japanese soldiers in Jingren's hands in half at the waist.

Jing Ren casually tossed two halves of a corpse at Lin Ji, then abruptly turned and unleashed a blood-stained punch at the frail Liu Qingzhu.

Liu Qingzhu raised her sword and swept it across Jingren's arm without dodging or blocking, leaving it stained with blood.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

A series of whooshing sounds rang out.

Seven throwing knives pierced Jingren's arm, penetrating deep into his bone marrow.

Lin Ji, standing beside him, slashed two corpses with his sword. The blade sharpened, and he wrapped it around Jing Ren's arm again, pulling him wide open.

Zhao Qiaosheng lunged forward, his Bagua Palm technique striking Jingren repeatedly in the chest and abdomen.

"Bang bang bang!"

Countless drumbeats resounded in Jingren's chest as Zhao Qiaosheng's internal energy continuously poured into Jingren's chest.

however.

Just like when Li Jinsi fought against the foreigner Kane.

All the hidden strength vanished like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

"retreat!"

Liu Qingzhu withdrew his sword and casually grabbed Zhao Qiaosheng's shoulder, pulling him out of Jingren's attack range.

Lin Ji withdrew his Crimson Soft Sword and struck Jing Ren's arm, causing blood to splatter and revealing the white bones beneath the muscles.

"roar!"

Flesh and blood were torn apart.

Even with the aid of the medicine, Jingren let out a painful roar and suddenly unleashed his power to slam into Lin Ji.

All sorts of martial arts techniques flashed through Lin Ji's mind in an instant.

Jingren's fist, imbued with a chilling aura of blood, slammed down with the power of thunder.

"Old man, watch out!"

Shen Jinluan's peach blossom eyes suddenly narrowed, and she was greatly alarmed.

Liu Qingzhu paused in her retreat, about to resume her pursuit.

Several more flying knives shot through the night sky, attempting to stop Jingren from lowering his fist.

Lin Ji raised his arm to block it.

The sensation of qi flowing and condensing on the body surface is substantial.

"Ding!"

Fists clashed.

It even made a metallic clanging sound.

"What kind of technique is this?!"

Liu Qingzhu paused in the distance, her eyes filled with doubt. She had seen too many unbelievable things about Lin Ji tonight.

One set of martial arts techniques after another, combined and used in combination.

Even though she had been a fierce martial artist for nearly twenty years, she had never seen such a martial arts lineage.

not to mention!

This old man, Lin Ji, has barely broken through the threshold of internal strength.

"roar!"

Jingren threw another punch.

"boom!"

A huge fist slammed into Lin Ji's abdomen.

He truly possessed the peak strength of Dark Force.

As the blow landed, the aura surrounding Lin Ji suddenly dissipated, and he was sent flying backward.

Lin Ji flew two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) before his sword touched the ground. He landed mid-air, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he pounced out again.

Jingren's arms were no longer recognizable as human arms.

His arm was not only covered in blood and flesh, but also riddled with holes.

Black cracks continued to spread around the seven throwing knives that had not yet been drawn.

Under the True Understanding of Martial Arts, Lin Ji saw that Jing Ren's arms were filled with deathly aura.

Just then.

A wisp of black mist rippled in the distance.

A group of wriggling figures emerged from the low-rise building.

There were at least two hundred people.

Upon seeing this, the Japanese soldiers were horrified and could no longer maintain their formation. They scattered and hid in the distance.

"Danger is imminent!"

Lin Ji looked up and saw that his eyes were deep and his vision was extraordinary after breaking through the Dark Force. The people in the distance were dressed in rags and had withered faces, like walking corpses. They were all Chinese.

"It's... those missing refugees!" Lin Ji called out to remind everyone.

A beggar appeared unexpectedly beside Liu Qingzhu and Zhao Qiaosheng in the distance.

"The police have arrived, there are at least a hundred of them!"

Lin Ji turned his head to look at Jing Ren, who was covered in deathly aura. The white light above Jing Ren's head was completely corroded by the black ash and shattered into powder with a "crack".

"A swift and decisive victory! These Japanese devils are at their last gasp!"

Lin Ji flicked his soft sword, tearing flesh from Jing Ren's arm, striking while he was still weak to take his life.