Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

early morning.

Lin Hai stared at the glass tank and poured in the few small frogs he had just caught from outside.

Inside the glass tank, a ten-centimeter-long skink suddenly lunged out and bit the hind leg of a small frog.

It was a peculiar experience.

Lin Hai's consciousness seemed to have split in two.

Half of it was inside its own body, while the other half entered the skink's small body, feeling the force of its prey struggling in its mouth and the primal urge to devour flesh and blood.

[Character: Lin Hai]

Physical Strength: 1.2

【Spirit: 4.2】

Strength: 182 jin (approximately 84,000 catties)

[Soul Avatar: Skink]

Having traveled to this world for some time, Lin Hai has figured out his special talent: he can attach a part of his soul to the skink he keeps as a pet.

He can control it and share its senses. When he controls the skink to hunt, a faint warm current will flow from the clone back to the main body.

The skink itself is also growing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Two days ago, it was only ten centimeters long.

It has now grown to over eleven centimeters.

Lin Hai had a premonition that this skink, though not powerful now, might become his greatest asset for survival in the future.

Lin Hai had just turned eighteen when, with the help of his late father's old friend Uncle Zhang, he found a job as a trainee police officer in the foreign concession police station.

Three silver dollars a month.

In this foreign city where prices are skyrocketing, it's simply not enough.

"Gurgle."

The skink swallowed the last frog, its small belly bulging out.

Lin Hai also felt a sense of satisfaction and comfort.

Just then, a loud shout came from downstairs.

"Lin Hai! What are you dawdling for! It's time to report to the police station!"

It was Uncle Zhang's voice.

Lin Hai responded and quickly put the glass tank lid back on.

When he came downstairs, Uncle Zhang was leaning against the wall with an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

Uncle Zhang's real name is Zhang Yuanshan. He is a martial artist at the Strength Refinement Realm and is currently the captain of the third squad of the police station.

"Uncle Zhang," Lin Hai called out.

"Okay, let's go." Zhang Yuanshan glanced at him, nodded, and strode forward.

The two walked one after the other and soon arrived at the police station.

Lin Hai changed into an ill-fitting black police uniform, took a baton, and followed Zhang Yuanshan out the door with the other three police officers.

The morning patrol has begun.

People gradually filled the streets, rickshaw pullers sped along, and steam rose from the breakfast stalls.

But this peaceful atmosphere in the city was soon shattered.

"Damn it, it's those red-headed flies again!" Ah Dong, a young patrolman in the squad, cursed under his breath.

Lin Hai followed his gaze.

Not far away, two tall Indian men with red headscarves were grabbing a rickshaw driver by the collar.

"Hey cart puller! It's time for this month's street maintenance fee! Don't even think about passing through here today if you don't pay!"

One of the Indians yelled at the driver in broken Chinese, and slapped him across the face with his large, fan-like hand.

The driver's cheeks instantly swelled up, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, but he could only vent his anger without daring to speak out. He tremblingly pulled out a few crumpled Chinese banknotes from his pocket.

That was the hard-earned money he risked his life for.

Zhang Yuanshan's face was ashen, and his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

The four young police officers, including Lin Hai, all had burning anger in their eyes.

These Indians were traitors brought from the subcontinent by the foreigners in the concessions. Relying on the support of the foreigners, they fawned on their superiors and bullied their inferiors, running rampant in the concessions. They especially liked to exploit the lower-class Chinese. The people privately called them "red-headed flies".

Zhang Yuanshan was upright and had clashed with these Indian police officers many times, but each time he suffered losses due to the favoritism of his foreign superiors. If it weren't for the weight of his status as a martial artist at the Strength Realm, he probably would have been kicked out of the police station long ago.

"Captain, we..." A-Dong couldn't help but want to step forward.

"Don't move!" Zhang Yuanshan shouted in a low voice, his teeth clenched.

Lin Hai watched as the rickshaw driver humiliatingly handed over his money, was kicked away, and ran off with his empty rickshaw, his face bruised and swollen.

An uncontrollable rage surged from his chest to the top of his head.

He felt his mental energy surging uncontrollably, like boiling water.

At almost the same time, several kilometers away, in a glass tank in his second-floor room.

The skink, which had just swallowed a frog and was dozing, suddenly opened its eyes.

A hint of ferocity and savagery, completely disproportionate to its size, flashed in its vertical pupils!

After a whole day of patrolling, Lin Hai felt suffocated.

Foreigners were harassing Chinese female students in the street, so the students had to take a detour.

Red-headed flies extort money from shops and pedestrians, and the shopkeepers can only pretend they don't see it.

In Zhang Yuanshan's words, that's just how the world is; they are just a few insignificant low-ranking police officers who can't handle too much of the filth in this world.

"If only I could learn martial arts," Ah Dong sighed during a break. "I heard that the master of the Tiger-Taming Martial Arts School in the outer city is a Ming Jin stage expert! If I could learn real skills, I wouldn't have to put up with this nonsense!"

"Forget it," another constable shook his head. "The tuition is twelve silver dollars a month. We couldn't even scrape together that much if we sold ourselves."

Twelve silver dollars.

Lin Hai silently recited the number in his mind; this amount of money was astronomical to him.

Without power, one can only silently endure humiliation.

Without money, there is no way to acquire power.

This is the most real predicament of all people at the bottom of society.

After the morning patrol, Lin Hai and the others returned to the police station to rest.

Just as he gulped down a few mouthfuls of cold water, he heard hurried footsteps outside the police station, and a policeman rushed in, his brow beaded with sweat.

"Captain Zhang! Something's happened! A Japanese man has died in the alley over West Street!"

A foreigner died?

Zhang Yuanshan suddenly stood up.

"Get up, all of you! Follow me!"

Lin Hai and A Dong didn't dare to delay. They immediately grabbed their batons and rushed out after Zhang Yuanshan.

West Street wasn't far away, and the group jogged all the way, quickly arriving at their destination.

The alleyway where the incident occurred was surrounded by passersby, who pointed and whispered among themselves.

"Make way! Make way, everyone! The police are conducting an investigation!"

Lin Hai pushed through the crowd, and a faint smell of blood entered his nostrils.

Deep in the alley, a Japanese ronin wearing wooden clogs and a kimono lay on his back on the ground. His eyes were wide open, and his face still bore the marks of shock and pain.

Beside him, a gleaming samurai sword lay on the ground.

Several young police officers turned pale upon seeing the body. Lin Hai, standing a few meters away, carefully examined the Japanese ronin.

There were no obvious knife or sword wounds on the body, and the kimono was relatively neat, except for some dark red blood clots around the mouth and nose.

Zhang Yuanshan walked to the corpse, squatted down, and pressed two fingers on the Japanese man's chest.

After a moment, he stood up, his tone grave.

"Killed in one blow."

"One blow?" Adong asked, somewhat puzzled. "Captain, he doesn't have any wounds on him."

Zhang Yuanshan glanced at him, his voice low.

"It's an internal injury. The sternum and the blood vessels inside were shattered by a powerful punch. This person's strength is so fierce that they are probably a master who has already entered the Ming Jin realm."

A master of Ming Jin!