All Heavens: Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts Starting from the Republic of China

Chapter 76 First Encounter with the Terrifying Power of Dan Jin

The muzzles of the two machine guns slowly rose. The dark entrance resembled the ferocious mouth of a wild beast.

In that instant, everyone at the street corner felt a chill run down their spines.

Rifles and pistols are terrifying enough, but powerful sorcerers or warriors are not afraid.

But machine guns are different!

Once this thing is set up, a hail of bullets will sweep over it, and not to mention ordinary soldiers, even martial artists with Ming Jin or An Jin strength will be riddled with holes!

Even a master of internal energy would never want to head-on into a machine gun that's already firing. They'd try to dodge if possible, and if they couldn't, they'd be riddled with holes anyway.

So when he saw the machine gun set up, Zhao Rui's face instantly turned cold.

"We absolutely mustn't let it ring!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already raised his gun.

Boom!

Two bullets were fired simultaneously, flying in different directions, their target the right hands of the two traitors pushing the machine gun.

Just as the bullet was about to hit, the three green talismans on the door lit up simultaneously.

A faint blue light appeared in front of the machine gun position, like ripples on water.

The bullet struck the blue light, its speed slowed slightly, and it deviated by half an inch.

The two rebel soldiers each had a cut on the back of their hands, but they were not punched through.

Zhao Rui's expression changed. "There's also a protective array!"

Clearly, the arrangement at the main gate of the armory was not a hastily put-together mess.

There are two machine guns behind the sandbags.

There are gunmen on the gate tower.

On either side of the gate stood guards, bewitched by strange incantations, their eyes glowing with an unnatural blue light, forming a human wall in their path.

Further back were some truly traitorous soldiers with clear eyes—

They didn't stand at the front; instead, they hid behind the controlled soldiers, using their comrades as human shields!

Fu Ze's eyes were cold.

The real problem wasn't the machine guns, nor the controlled soldiers.

Rather, the enemy mixed the two together.

If you can't bring yourself to do it, the gun in the controlled soldier's hand will still kill.

If you go on a killing spree, those who die will be your own people.

This is the most insidious aspect of their actions.

Fu Ze sighed.

"I'll break the talisman and charge the formation. Arui, keep your eyes on the gun barrels. Battalion Commander Tang, shoot anyone who threatens our men. Don't let sentimentality ruin things—"

Fu Ze knew that Tang Ziming and Zhao Rui both had some affection for these soldiers.

He recalled that when he first transmigrated to this world, he had let go of several defeated soldiers who were harming the people because of his compassion, which led to the death of the grandfather and grandson.

From then on, Fu Ze knew that in this chaotic world, one must never be complacent or sentimental!

Zhao Rui nodded.

"clear."

Tang Ziming shouted.

"Everyone, listen to Fu Ze and do as he says!"

Lu Shouzhen snorted coldly.

"You dare to show off your limited skills before an expert?"

He flicked his finger at the talisman at his waist, and three yellow talismans fell into his palm.

The cinnabar lines on the talisman were straight and thick, completely different from those strangely folded yellow papers. A pure and righteous thunderous intent suddenly rose up as the spiritual energy was activated.

"By imperial decree of the Supreme Clarity, open the gates with thunder and fire!"

Three talismans flew out at the same time.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three dazzling bolts of lightning landed on the Japanese talisman on the gate.

The cyan light curtain vibrated violently.

Almost at the same instant, Fu Ze also moved.

Instead of directly confronting Lu Shouzhen to break through the formation, he took a step and, taking advantage of the gap in the lightning and fire dispersing the blue light, swept to the left.

There was a group of controlled soldiers there, trying to fire their guns at Tang Ziming's personal guards from the side.

Fu Ze arrived in a flash, as fast as the wind.

Click.

The first soldier's arm dislocated instantly, and his rifle fell to the ground.

Fu Ze lightly sliced ​​the side of the neck with the edge of his palm, and the blue light in the man's eyes dissipated, causing him to faint instantly.

The second soldier had just turned his gun when Fu Ze was already in his arms. A shoulder bump, not with great force, but enough to disrupt the soldier's vital energy. The soldier groaned and collapsed unconscious.

The third soldier had the most severe bluish tinge in his eyes and, disregarding his comrade's attempt to shield him, forcibly pulled the trigger.

boom!

At the same time the gun fired, Zhao Rui's gun also went off.

The soldier's shoulder exploded in a spray of blood, the gun barrel tilted to the side, and the bullet embedded itself in the wall.

Fu Ze took the opportunity to tear off the yellow paper from the inside of his gun strap and knocked him unconscious with a single blow.

Fu Ze has now fully grasped the situation of these controlled soldiers.

They had neither lost their sense of pain nor become complete puppets. They were simply manipulated by evil magic, mistaking a false command for the only real one. Breaking the talisman or rendering them completely unconscious would free them from control.

Therefore, Fu Ze was very accurate in his actions.

Dislocate the wrist, twist the elbow, dislocate the shoulder, knock out —

They usually solve everything in one move, sweeping away all obstacles in a flash.

However, Fu Ze dealt with those real traitors who were clear-headed and actively mingled behind the controlled soldiers to fire their own shots in a completely different way.

A traitor in military uniform was hiding behind a sandbag and was about to shoot Lu Shouzhen from behind when Fu Ze kicked up a bayonet on the ground.

Whoosh!

The bayonet pierced through the air, going straight through the man's temple, going both ways.

He didn't even have time to scream before he fell straight down.

Tang Ziming led his personal guards to press forward from the right.

Han Zhenyue strode forward.

He was tall and imposing; once his blood and energy surged, he was like a tiger charging into battle.

A rebel soldier charged at him with a bayonet, and he punched him in the chest.

boom!

The man flew through the air, knocking over two soldiers behind him. All three men's bones cracked and sprang to life on the spot.

Han Zhenyue said angrily.

"Kill this kind of traitor!"

Luo Dingfang, however, has a completely different style.

He was thin and moved with extreme lightness. In a few swift movements, he circled behind a row of controlled soldiers and pressed several acupoints on their shoulders and necks.

The soldiers' weapons fell to the ground, and they collapsed limply.

He didn't have Fu Ze's spiritual vision and couldn't accurately locate every piece of yellow paper, but a master of internal energy's grasp of the body's vital points was still enough to render ordinary soldiers instantly incapable of fighting.

Lu Shouzhen directly suppressed the Japanese talismans on the gate.

He held a talisman in one hand and made a hand seal with the other.

"The Supreme Clarity Thunder Law, by imperial decree!"

A bolt of lightning struck.

The first talisman exploded.

A muffled groan came from inside the door, indicating that the caster had suffered a backlash.

Fu Ze glanced at Lu Shouzhen during a lull in the fighting.

This orthodox Maoshan Taoist priest's style of magic was completely different from his own.

Fu Ze often employs a combination of magic and martial arts, using talismans, fists, feet, and lightning-strike daggers together. He closes the distance whenever possible and uses force to break through defenses. His main focus is on adaptability and practicality.

Lu Shouzhen, on the other hand, is more like a proper altar.

The talismans, incantations, spells, and steps are all arranged in a strict and orderly manner.

Each lightning talisman that fell carried the righteous and righteous intent of the Shangqing Dharma.

Lu Shouzhen seemed to have also noticed Fu Ze's self-illumination.

He suddenly spoke as he activated the talisman.

"Young friend Fu, you seem to have learned quite a variety of methods regarding the Pure and Righteous Dharma."

Fu Ze lightly touched the ground to avoid a stray bullet, and casually knocked out a captured soldier while answering.

"Our family's lineage of martial arts is incomplete, so we can only learn bits and pieces from here and there."

Lu Shouzhen almost choked on his words.

Is the Shangqing Zhengfa something that can be learned piecemeal from here and there?

Although he had only glanced at it a few times, he could tell that what Fu Ze was using was not the incomplete Thunderfire Spell that circulated among the common people, but the true orthodox method of the Cave God Department with the roots of the Shangqing, with a very solid foundation.

However, given the urgency of the current battle situation, he couldn't press for details and simply said...

"I'll have a good talk with young Fu afterwards."

Fu Ze smiled.

"We'll talk about it later."

Lu Shouzhen nodded, but his doubts grew stronger.

He came from the orthodox Maoshan lineage and grew up within the mountain gate, where he witnessed countless genuine Shangqing talismans.

Although Fu Ze used the incantations casually, the energy within them was extremely pure!

The lineage of talismans places the utmost importance on inheritance.

Incantations, spells, mental focus, breath control, summoning commands, and talisman placement—each step has its own intricacies.

The same incantation, when recited by an outsider, is just an empty shell.

Only when someone who has truly received the lineage recites it can the Dharma meaning be conveyed.

Lu Shouzhen could even vaguely sense that Fu Ze's Niwan Palace was extremely stable, but since he had not been ordained, his magical power had not yet been truly integrated by the "Heavenly Register".

This is strange.

A young man claiming to be a wandering practitioner of the Southern Transmission Maoshan School possesses an extremely pure foundation in the Shangqing Orthodox Dharma. Moreover, given his already formidable strength, why hasn't he been ordained?

If this were placed within the Maoshan sect, it would be enough to make several senior uncles and elders frown and study it for half a day.

However, now is definitely not the time to ask.

Lu Shouzhen suppressed his thoughts and refocused his attention on the battle.

Two more thunder talismans flew out of his hand.

boom!

The second green talisman was also shattered.

The blue light curtain in front of the gate finally thinned out.

As the blue light thinned, the controlled soldiers' movements slowed down.

A few people's eyes struggled briefly, as if they had just woken up from a nightmare.

Tang Ziming immediately seized the opportunity and shouted.

"Look closely! I am Tang Ziming!"

"Those who lay down their guns will have their past transgressions forgiven!"

Several soldiers loosened their fingers slightly.

But behind them, a clear-eyed rebel soldier suddenly raised his gun and shot one of them through the back.

The soldier, who had just regained some consciousness, collapsed to the ground, his eyes still filled with confusion.

Tang Ziming's eyes were bloodshot.

"You fucking bastard!"

Zhao Rui's gunshot followed immediately.

boom!

The traitor was shot between the eyebrows.

Fu Ze was also completely enraged by this scene.

The enemy wasn't just using the controlled soldiers as shields; they were also killing those who were about to regain consciousness.

In this way, the remaining controlled soldiers will only become more confused under the influence of fear, gunfire, and magical manipulation.

Fu Ze is no longer just someone who dismembers wrists.

He suddenly quickened his pace, his whole body cutting into the formation like a shadow.

A pat on the shoulder, a tap on the neck, a bump on the chest—the force is light, but the accuracy is perfect.

Several soldiers with the most pronounced bluish tinge in their eyes collapsed one after another, their weapons falling to the ground. With each soldier Fu Ze felled, he casually tore off a yellow paper talisman.

Lu Shouzhen nodded inwardly upon seeing this scene.

"The ability to kill without indiscriminate killing, to hold back while ensuring the opponent poses no threat—that takes skill. Those who deserve to die are not spared. It seems, at least we don't need to worry about his character."

Zhao Rui had been waiting for this very moment to break the formation!

He raised both guns—bang bang bang bang!

Gunfire erupted in unison.

All the rebel soldiers near those two machine guns fell down like cut wheat.

Tang Ziming seized the opportunity and said sternly.

"Push it up! Push it all up!"

The guards rushed out from both sides.

Fu Ze, Han Zhenyue, and Luo Dingfang also broke through to the front line at the same time.

The tide of battle quickly turned—the last Japanese talisman was also on the verge of collapse under Lu Shouzhen's thunder magic.

Just then, a middle-aged officer in a quartermaster uniform suddenly rushed out of the door.

His eyes were clear, and he held a short gun in his hand, but the muzzle was not pointed at Fu Ze and the others, but at a group of bound guards inside the gate.

"Don't come any closer! I'll kill anyone who comes near!"

Tang Ziming's expression changed drastically.

"Xu Guicheng!"

When the officer saw Tang Ziming, a ferocious look appeared on his face.

"Commander Tang, don't blame me. This is the Republic of China now! Wenlong doesn't belong to Chen Ji'an; he shouldn't be the one calling the shots forever!"

Tang Ziming's eyes were icy cold.

"So you colluded with outsiders to disrupt my city's defenses and seize my armory?"

Xu Guicheng gritted his teeth.

"Outsiders? Whoever can give me a future, is one of us!"

As he spoke, he slammed his finger down on the trigger.

boom!

Gunshots rang out.

But it wasn't his gun.

Zhao Rui shot him through the wrist with a single bullet, which went straight through both wrists.

The pistol landed.

Xu Guicheng screamed and tried to back away.

Han Zhenyue roared over like a tiger, rushed close, and punched him in the chest.

boom!

Xu Guicheng's chest exploded open, leaving a bloody mess, and he fell backward to the ground.

At the moment of his death, the last talisman was also shattered by Lu Shouzhen's thunder magic.

The blue light inside and outside the gate dissipated simultaneously.

Some of the bound guards regained their senses and immediately shouted.

"Battalion Commander Tang! There are still people inside!"

"They set up an altar inside the inner treasury!"

"Another group is planning to open the explosives depot!"

Tang Ziming's expression changed.

"Go in!"

Fu Ze, however, raised his hand first.

"careful."

A chilling aura slowly emanated from behind the gate.

However, at the same time, there was also an extremely thick, intense, and concentrated force of blood and qi mixed in, rushing towards us!

This masculine energy is imperceptible to ordinary people, but to cultivators, it feels as if they are facing a huge, blazing furnace!

Fu Ze frowned.

Besides the sorcerer, there should also be a martial artist inside.

The martial artist's qi and blood were far stronger than any Grandmaster of Internal Energy he had ever seen. Neither Zhou Xie nor Li Junfeng at their peak could compare!

This vital energy did not emanate outwards; it remained hidden deep within the armory.

It's like a furnace covered by an iron lid; you can't see the fire, but you can feel the terrifyingly hot temperature inside!

Fu Ze merely swept his spiritual vision over the area, and the Niwan Palace (a point on the back of the head) tightened slightly.

It wasn't evil energy, demonic energy, or sorcerer's magic. It was simply a pure, unadulterated flow of a martial artist's blood and energy.

Powerful, harmonious, and heavy, it seems to have solidified into something else from within the human body.

Fu Ze suddenly remembered what Li Junfeng had said.

[Holding the dantian and sitting on the hips, qi and blood are in harmony. The intent of the fist is concentrated, like the golden elixir of the Xuanmen school.]

At that time, he thought he was just listening to a very high level of martial arts.

But at this moment, for the first time, he truly felt what was behind that threshold, separated by air.

Lu Shouzhen's expression also changed slightly.

"A grandmaster of martial arts?"

The group quickly entered the main armory, which was enormous. The walls were piled high with crates of ammunition, stacked almost to the ceiling. The air was thick with the mixed smells of gun oil, rust, gunpowder, and a chilling aura.

Among the ammunition boxes, there was a makeshift altar.

On the altar were three blue lamps, a small mirror, and dozens of paper figures cut out of yellow paper. The Japanese sorcerer, dressed in narrow-sleeved black robes, was standing behind the altar, forming hand seals.

An old man sat on an ammunition box next to the altar.

He was not tall, rather thin, with gray hair, and wore a faded black short jacket. His hands were on his knees, and his eyes were downcast.

The old man slowly opened his eyes.

In that instant, Fu Ze felt as if the air had become as solid as water, and even breathing seemed to be affected.

The old man looked at the crowd, his tone indifferent.

"They arrived quite quickly."

Han Zhenyue's pupils contracted sharply when he saw the old man's appearance clearly.

"Yan Heting! It's you!"

Fu Ze glanced at him.

Han Zhenyue's voice was strained.

"Yan Heting, the Grandmaster of Danjin from the North."

Tang Ziming's expression also changed.

Although he wasn't in the cultivation circle, he had heard of the name Yan Heting.

In the early years, when this person was mentioned in the Northern Escort Agency, boxing gym, and military martial arts school, he was always referred to as "Grandmaster Yan," and was as famous as Li Junfeng's cousin.

It is said that when he was young, he once single-handedly stormed a bandit camp at night with only a knife, killed more than a hundred people, and then escaped unscathed.

Later, he joined the army and charged into the front lines on the battlefield, moving freely amidst gunfire and frequently carrying out "decapitation strikes" to kill enemy officers.

Such a person should be a highly respected senior figure in the martial arts world of the Central Plains. But now, he sits in the Wenlong General Armory, guarding the altar for the Japanese!

Tang Ziming felt as if a large stone was lodged in his chest.

The things that happened tonight are becoming more and more chilling the more you investigate them!

"Why are you helping the Japanese! This is treason!"

Tang Ziming spoke sternly and sternly.

The old man chuckled softly, ignored him, and stood up from the wooden box.

The mere act of standing up seemed to emanate an invisible aura, causing the surrounding oil lamps to sway slightly.

Yan Heting looked at Fu Ze, his gaze calm.

"So you're the kid who ruined things a few times?"

Fu Ze did not answer, and Yan Heting did not care.

He gently raised one hand.

"Alright. Let me see what you're really capable of."

Before he finished speaking, he slapped Fu Ze with his palm.

Even though they were still more than ten meters apart, Fu Ze felt as if the palm had been extended and was already in front of him!

It was like a primordial furnace pressing down on him.

Fu Ze's pupils suddenly contracted, his hair stood on end, goosebumps rose all over his body, and as his blood and energy surged, golden light instantly covered the back of his right hand.

He met the palm strike head-on.

boom!

The moment their fists and palms collided, a terrifying explosion was heard, as if someone had dropped a bomb between Fu Ze and Yan Heting.

Fu Ze was sent flying backward, landing with a limp, barely managing to avoid a gruesome tumble. He slid backward on one knee, smashing three empty wooden crates. Splinters flew everywhere.

The golden light covering his right hand shattered on the spot, his blood and qi surged, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat.

A martial arts grandmaster—that's terrifying!

Lu Shouzhen's eyelids twitched, and a strange thought flashed through his mind at that moment.

"This golden light-covered offensive and defensive technique—doesn't it seem a bit like the methods used by those from Longhu Mountain? My Shangqing School's [Golden Light Mantra] isn't used like this! Just how much nonsense has this young friend Fu learned?!"