Republic of China: From Street Performer to War God in a Chaotic Era

He never expected that the down-on-his-luck actress he considered his easy prey would dare to set a deadly trap for him at this abandoned dock!

Greyhound reacted extremely quickly; he didn't even bother to draw his gun from his waist because the distance was too close.

He suddenly overturned the eight-immortal table in front of him, blocking Lu Guan's view, and at the same time, he reached out from his sleeve with his right hand and ripped the yellow paper talisman, which smelled of fish, to shreds.

"Give me a fan!"

With a muffled "plop".

The talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, instantly transforming into a wisp of gray mist that swept towards Lu Guan's face.

The two henchmen brought by Greyhound had just drawn their machetes when they inadvertently inhaled a wisp of the mist at the edge of the blade. Their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed to the ground like two puddles of mud, their bodies convulsing.

This bewitching talisman is an indiscriminate attack; as long as it is inhaled or its yin energy invades the eyes, terrifying hallucinations will instantly occur, rendering the person unable to resist.

"Hahaha, you little beast, so what if you have some brute strength? You still have to obediently drink my foot bath water."

Greyhound laughed wildly and took two steps back. He knew the power of this bewitching spell. Once Lu Guan fell for it, even a tiger would become a sick cat at the mercy of others.

However, the greyhound's laughter stopped abruptly the next second.

In the gray fog, Lu Guan did not fall as he had expected.

The moment the talisman burned, Lu Guan's left hand moved like lightning, suddenly pulling out the packet of quicklime powder he had bought beforehand from his pocket. Without even looking at it, he threw it fiercely into the air in front of him.

"Sizzle!"

The white lime dust exploded instantly, colliding with the gray mist. Inevitably, some lime powder drifted into Lu Guan's eyes.

"hiss……"

A burning, intense pain instantly shot through my eyes, and tears welled up in my eyes.

It hurts, it hurts too much!

But it was precisely this extremely brutal physical stimulation that forcefully shattered the mesmerizing illusions that had invaded the brain.

Not only that, at the same time Lu Guan threw up the lime, he pulled with his right hand and covered his mouth and nose with the wet cloth strip.

The damp cloth filtered out most of the mind-altering poison, while the powerful blood and qi within his body, like a blazing sun, instantly evaporated the remaining yin energy.

"Mr. Grey, even your rat couldn't kill me in person, do you think a piece of scrap paper can take my life?!"

With tears streaming down his face and his eyes red, Lu Guan stomped his foot hard.

Shadow Step Technique!

"despair."

The octagonal table, which had been overturned in mid-air, was shattered by Lu Guan's knee strike. Amidst flying wood chips, Lu Guan instantly appeared right in front of Greyhound.

So fast!

Greyhound was terrified, but after all, he was a "red stick" who had fought his way up from the bottom of Nanshi. He was also a martial artist who had entered the realm of full strength, and his real skills were not to be underestimated.

In the face of life and death, the greyhound displayed a strong will to survive.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, drawing his short sword instantly and unleashing a vicious "Night Battle in All Directions" horizontal slash, aiming straight for Lu Guan's throat.

This strike was powerful and heavy, carrying the ferocity of a martial artist who had twisted all his strength into a single rope.

However, he was facing a Ming Jin martial artist who had cultivated an exceptional physical constitution!

"when!"

Lu Guan flipped his right hand, and the poisoned iron dagger in his sleeve slid into his palm, blocking the blade that Greyhound was slashing at him.

Greyhound felt a strange force surging up the back of the knife. His proud "whole strength" was like an egg hitting a city wall in the face of this force.

"Click."

Greyhound's hand instantly ruptured, blood spurting out. He lost his grip on the dagger, which flew out and embedded itself in a wooden post in the distance.

"You... Ming Jin?"

The greyhound's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

How could someone who was trampled underfoot and easily manipulated by him just a week ago possibly cross the threshold that has blocked countless martial artists and cultivate Ming Jin in such a short time?!

But he had no time to think.

Lu Guan didn't pause at all the moment he parried the short sword.

The Eight Extremes Single-Style Killing Move... [Fierce Tiger Climbing the Mountain]!

This killing technique, which had been forcibly infused into the soul by the stage of creation and reached the "pinnacle" level, was perfectly unleashed at this moment.

Lu Guan stomped his feet and shattered the blue bricks beneath his feet. Using the force of the earth's recoil, he climbed up the greyhound's body like a striped tiger.

The first strike: Iron shoulder rams into the hip!

"boom!"

Lu Guan's right shoulder slumped, and he slammed into Greyhound's arms. A burst of energy erupted, and a sonic boom exploded the moment the two were pressed together.

Greyhound let out a piercing scream, feeling as if he had been struck head-on by a speeding steam train. His chest caved in instantly, and his body was thrown uncontrollably, his feet leaving the ground.

The second strike: a downward elbow smash to the face!

The moment the greyhound was airborne, Lu Guan twisted his body and slammed his elbow down into the greyhound's face.

"Pfft."

Blood splattered everywhere!

The greyhound's nose was smashed to powder by the elbow, his entire face a bloody mess, his features contorted in pain. The immense impact caused his cervical spine to crack dangerously, and his mind went completely blank for a moment.

However, the murderous intent in Lu Guan's eyes did not diminish in the slightest. In chaotic times, one must eliminate all threats at the outset.

The third strike, the Heaven-Piercing Cannon Fist!

Lu Guan suddenly twisted his waist and thrust his hips forward, unleashing a simple yet extremely powerful punch that shot upwards like a dragon emerging from the sea, landing squarely on Greyhound's chin.

"Bang!"

This punch produced a real sonic boom, with the force shooting straight up the greyhound's chin to the top of his head.

Greyhound was like a tattered sack, blasted seven or eight meters away by this terrifying force, and finally crashed heavily into the stone wall of the warehouse with a loud "boom," sliding down the wall.

mud.

A complete mess of mud.

The greyhound slumped against the wall, blood and foam mixed with pieces of internal organs and broken teeth constantly gushing from its mouth.

His sternum was sunken, his face was disfigured, and his arms hung limply at his sides. Most of his bones and muscles had been shattered by Lu Guan's three consecutive blows of Ming Jin.

The warehouse was deathly silent, with only the howling wind and snow outside and Lu Guan's slightly heavy breathing.

"Ha, terribly..."

Lu Guan took out a clean cloth, moistened it with snow water, and quickly wiped away the lime powder remaining in the corner of his eyes.

The excruciating pain had lessened considerably, leaving only a murderous intent.

He strode up to the greyhound, who was barely breathing, and looked down at this once arrogant gangster.

"You...you can't kill me..."

Greyhound gritted his teeth, his eyes unfocused.

"I'm from the Grand Canal Gang, Master Pan... won't let you get away with this..."

"Master Pan?"

Lu Guan's lips curled into a mocking smile as he twirled the poisoned iron dagger between his fingers.

"Don't worry, if he dares to come, he'll be down there to keep you company for a long time."

"But before that, Mr. Grey, I need to borrow something from you."

Lu Guan squatted down, grabbed Greyhound by the collar, and pulled the bloodied and mangled face in front of him.

"Where did you hide that mouse?"