Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

Awkward 99 points of spiritual energy

The chase continued through the dense forest.

The trees ahead grew sparser, and the roar of water crashing against the rocks filled the air.

The Chishui River is just ahead.

However, Murahiro was too fast, and in less than two minutes, he caught up to Lin Hai again, closing the distance to within seven or eight meters.

We reached that distance again, and the ground started shaking once more.

Arimurabei sneered, "I've been waiting for you!"

He stopped, his hands forming a hand seal, his Aikido palm strike poised to strike. Instead of dodging, he bent his knees slightly, preparing to withstand the recoil, then slam his entire body's hidden energy into the collapsed ground beneath his feet, intending to shatter the monster's internal organs through the mud.

However, just as he was gathering his strength and preparing to unleash it...

Lin Hai, who was running wildly ahead, suddenly stopped and used the huge momentum to turn around.

In his hand now lay a black Browning pistol.

This was a self-defense weapon given to him by his senior brother Guo Fei when he first joined the sect.

Lin Hai didn't even aim; with his synesthetic talent, he was a sharpshooter. He flicked his wrist, aiming directly at the direction of Muramasa.

Pull the trigger three times.

boom! boom! boom!

Three crisp gunshots echoed through the mountains and forests.

The moment Arimura Hei heard the gunshot, the hairs on his entire body stood on end.

In the face of danger, he had no choice but to abandon his attack on the ground and fall awkwardly to his right.

But his attempt to dodge completely threw him into disarray.

The crocodile dragon's gaping maw, which was supposed to attack him, did not appear beneath his feet. Instead, the massive body of the Earth-Splitting Crocodile Dragon twisted in the ground, and its thick tail burst from the soil beside him, striking him squarely in the chest.

Click.

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

Arimurabei coughed up a mouthful of blood and was sent flying again, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

Lin Hai didn't even look at the result, tucked the pistol into his pocket, and strode out of the woods.

Ahead lay the turbulent Chishui River. The water rushed swiftly, crashing against the rocks on the banks.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Hai leaped into the murky river.

A few breaths later, a splash appeared on the river's surface. Lin Hai dived underwater, where the Earth-Splitting Crocodile Dragon was already waiting for him. He grabbed the dragon's broad scales on its back with both hands. With a flick of its tail, the crocodile dragon pushed aside the current with its massive body and swam swiftly into the distance along the Red River.

ashore.

Muramasa, clutching his chest, staggered to the riverbank. He stared at the empty water, his face ashen.

The sharp pain in his chest reminded him that he had made a mistake and was seriously injured by this despicable Chinese kid.

Not long after, footsteps came from the woods behind them.

Several dozen soldiers from the Black Wolf Army rushed out of the woods, panting, and stopped on the riverbank.

"Mr. Arimura!" The platoon leader, noticing the blood at the corner of Arimura's mouth, felt a chill run down his spine. "Where's that kid? Have they caught him?"

Arimura Heibei did not turn around; his gaze remained fixed on the lower reaches of the Akatsuki River.

"He got away," Arimura Heibei said coldly.

The Chishui River has a rapid current.

On the river, a blinding searchlight pierced the darkness of night, sweeping across the water's surface. A Black Wolf Army steam gunboat made a muffled sound as it passed a dozen meters overhead.

Only after the sound of the gunboat had completely faded into the distance did he pat the Crocodile Dragon. The Crocodile Dragon understood, swung its thick tail, and carried him towards the shore.

Lin Hai disembarked from a shallow cove overgrown with reeds. He cautiously looked around to make sure there were no pursuers, then climbed up the steep riverbank. A few hundred meters away, he found a sheltered ravine surrounded by thorny bushes—an excellent hiding place.

He sat down against a moss-covered rock, took off his clothes, and wrung them out.

The Earth-Splitter Crocodile Dragon found a soft patch of mud nearby and lay down comfortably. It let out a satisfied burp, and a faint fragrance lingered in its mouth.

Lin Hai glanced at it and recalled the scene on that mountain peak where this big guy swallowed the half-human-sized Crimson Blood Dragon Ginseng whole.

He closed his eyes and focused his mind. Familiar panel text appeared in his vision.

[Spiritual Essence: 99]

That Crimson Blood Dragon Ginseng provided him with a full 20 points of spiritual energy.

Lin Hai opened his eyes and sighed helplessly. He clearly remembered that raising the Tiger Subduing Fist Technique from the proficient level to the master level...

At that time, 50 points of spiritual energy were consumed. According to the pattern, if a master-level cultivator wants to break through again, the required spiritual energy will most likely be 100 points.

Now, it's exactly 99 points. A qualitative leap is just one point away.

This feeling of being stuck in the middle is very uncomfortable.

Lin Hai shook his head, dispelling the distracting thoughts in his mind. A martial artist must avoid being impatient and restless. He stood up, spread his legs, lowered his hips, and assumed the stance of the Tiger-Taming Posture in the narrow mountain hollow.

The wind whistled through the trees in the wilderness. Lin Hai's breathing gradually deepened, like a hungry tiger lurking in the wind and rain, slowly recovering its depleted strength.

At this time, in Yangcheng, a hundred miles away.

On this early autumn morning, the wind carried a slight chill. The third company of the Yangcheng Garrison was responsible for defending the western gate of the outer city.

A dozen or so soldiers in gray uniforms leaned against the sandbags of the bunker, some smoking, some chatting.

Wang Zhu, a new recruit, was a hothead, having only been in the army for a few months. He stood ramrod straight, holding a rifle with peeling paint.

Veteran Li Shun leaned against the brick wall beside him, exhaled a smoke ring, and glanced sideways at the official road outside the city.

Amidst the bustling crowd, a person slowly walked in from outside the city.

The man was walking slowly. He was wearing a faded white jacket and cloth shoes with thick soles.

Most strikingly, the man was carrying a long, rectangular bundle of coarse cloth on his back. The bundle was over two meters long, though made of cloth...

It was wrapped up tightly, but its obvious outline made it clear at a glance that it was a large spear.

Wang Zhu immediately frowned and straightened the butt of his gun. After the foreigners arrived, they established a rule for the entire city: all weapons were forbidden. Let alone a two-meter-long spear, even a long knife, if discovered, would result in immediate imprisonment.

"Stop!" Wang Zhu shouted, taking a step forward to block the person.

He had just taken one step when Li Shun grabbed his belt and yanked him back.

"You fucking want to die?" Li Shun cursed through gritted teeth, his voice low, the cigarette butt in his hand almost burning his fingers.

Wang Zhu was pulled so hard he stumbled, and argued, "Brother Li, he's carrying a big gun! According to regulations—"

"Screw you!" Li Shun gripped Wang Zhu's gun barrel tightly, his eyes fixed nervously on the approaching man in white.

The guard post door was pushed open, and Company Commander Zhao Yong ran out upon hearing the commotion. Zhao Yong was usually arrogant and domineering in the East Gate area, extorting money and favors. But at this moment, after seeing the man in white, his attitude changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

Zhao Yong jogged to within three steps of the man in white, then snapped to attention and gave a crisp military salute.

"Master Lu, you're back." Zhao Yong's tone was full of obsequiousness.

The man in white stopped. He looked to be in his early thirties, with a resolute face and a stubble of light blue on his chin. He glanced at Zhao Yong.

"Old Zhao, it's been years, your belly has grown quite a bit." The man in white's voice was very calm.

Zhao Yong forced a smile: "Just trying to make a living, I'm just making do. Mr. Lu, it's windy outside, please come in."

The man in white nodded, said nothing more, and strode confidently into the city gate.