Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

The next day, just as dawn was breaking.

Lin Hai got up earlier than usual. Instead of standing in the yard as usual, he quietly went out the door.

The breakfast stalls on the street had just set up their stoves, and the first wisp of white steam rose from the steamers.

He bought seven or eight steaming hot white steamed buns from a breakfast stall.

When he arrived at Dingwu Lane, the lane was deserted, save for the early birds chirping under the eaves. He didn't go to the martial arts school, but instead turned straight into the quiet lane he had taken the day before.

He walked to the dark sewer entrance and squatted down.

He took out the steamed buns one by one, broke them into small pieces the size of a fingernail, and then took out the packets of rat poison wrapped in oil paper from his pocket. He sprinkled the white powder inside evenly on the steamed bun crumbs.

After doing all this, he threw handfuls of crumbs of steamed bun mixed with the deadly poison through the gaps in the iron fence.

After doing all this, he stood up, turned around, and walked towards the Fuhu Martial Arts School.

Today, he stood more steadily than ever before during his stance training.

He focused his mind on his body, clearing his mind of all distractions. Sweat trickled down his forehead, but he seemed completely unaware of it.

At lunchtime, the disciples, holding their rice bowls, gathered in twos and threes, chatting and laughing loudly.

Lin Hai sat alone in the corner, silently shoveling coarse rice into his mouth. The stewed radish seemed unusually salty today.

After finishing his meal, Lin Hai left the martial arts school and went to the gate of the sewer.

With a thought, the skink poked its head out of his pocket, its eyes darting around nimbly, and then silently slid down his trouser leg and slipped into the gap in the iron fence of the sewer.

Lin Hai's mind switched instantly.

Everything was dark, and my nostrils were filled with the damp, rotten smell that was unique to sewers.

This is the world of skinks.

He propelled the skink forward, quickly crawling along the cold, slippery inner wall of the pipe.

In the sewer, most of the bread crumbs had been eaten, leaving only some remnants stained with sewage. Beside the bread crumbs lay three or four dead rats, their bodies stiff, white foam still clinging to their mouths—clearly, they were dead.

Lin Hai did not stop, and continued to guide the skink deeper into the forest.

Soon, the enormous rat nest made of rotting garbage came into view.

Unlike yesterday, this place is deathly silent today.

At the edge of the garbage heap, seven or eight fat rat carcasses lay scattered, their deaths mirroring those of the rats outside.

Lin Hai controlled the skink, carefully climbing up the garbage heap. Its claws made a soft "rustling" sound as they stepped on the rotting vegetable leaves and rags.

It came to the center of the garbage heap and, relying on its memory of the location, began to dig with its front paws.

The foul-smelling sewage and rotten food scraps were gradually peeled away.

Soon, a golden light reappeared in that filth.

Lin Hai's heart skipped a beat.

He quickened his digging pace, and soon the finger-length strip was fully exposed.

Small yellow croaker!

It lay there quietly, its golden hue so alluring in the darkness, as if possessing a deadly magic.

A surge of intense joy and possessiveness welled up inside me.

Lin Hai controlled the skink, leaned forward, opened his mouth, and prepared to pick up the small yellow croaker.

Just then.

A pile of rags and trash nearby suddenly moved.

Alarm bells rang in Lin Hai's mind, and Shilongzi stopped all movement and turned his head sharply to look.

The pile of garbage bulged higher and higher, and then a dark, hairy head popped out from underneath.

It was a mouse.

Unlike the other rats that were poisoned before, this rat was smaller, about the size of a palm, covered with a layer of glossy black fur, and its red eyes gleamed with a cunning and fierce light in the darkness.

The black rat seemed to have just woken up from a dream. It shook its head, brushing off the bits of trash, and immediately spotted the skink right in front of it.

"squeak!"

A sharp, piercing scream shattered the deathly silence of the sewer.

The black rat instantly arched its body, kicked off with its hind legs, and transformed into a black lightning bolt, baring its sharp teeth and biting down hard on the skink's neck!

too fast!

This rat was much faster than its kin who had been poisoned before.

Lin Hai's pupils contracted sharply, and almost instinctively, he controlled the skink to leap backward.

"Click!"

The black-skinned rat bit through the air in one gulp.

It didn't pause at all after missing its first attack. With a twist of its body, it pounced again, using its claws and teeth in a fierce attack.

The skink, relying on its extremely fast reaction speed, kept dodging in the confined space.

"Sizzle!"

A screeching sound rang out.

The black rat's claws eventually grazed the skink's back.

A faint white mark was left on the skink's scales.

The scales weren't broken!

Lin Hai felt a sense of relief, but then a fierce look surged up inside him.

Since our defenses are unaffected, there's nothing to be afraid of!

He stopped dodging and, just as the black rat pounced again, the skink suddenly twisted its body, neither dodging nor flinching, letting the rat's claws scratch its back, making a series of grating "crunching" sounds.

At the same time, the skink opened its mouth, and its sharp teeth snapped at the black rat's neck with lightning speed!

The black-skinned mouse clearly hadn't expected its slippery opponent to suddenly become so fearless. It tried to dodge, but it was too late.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bones cracking rang out.

The skink's teeth were deeply embedded in the neck bone of the black-skinned rat.

The black rat's body stiffened abruptly, its frantic struggles ceasing instantly, and the light in its fierce red eyes quickly dimmed.

Shilongzi violently shook his head, throwing the already limp corpse aside.

The battle is over.

Lin Hai let out a long breath and then realized that the back of his clothes was soaked with cold sweat.

Without delay, he immediately controlled the skink, picked up the small yellow fish, and quickly left the place.

Returning along the same route, the skink nimbly slipped out through the gaps in the iron fence of the sewer, silently crawled to Lin Hai's feet, and then, following the hem of his trousers, crawled into his pocket.

Lin Hai's heart finally settled back into his stomach.

Just then, a clear and melodious voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Is this lizard your pet?"

Lin Hai's smile froze instantly, and all the muscles in his body tensed up.

He turned around and saw a girl standing behind him.

She wore a light blue fitted short jacket, had jet-black braids, and had beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

It was none other than Lu Ling'er, the youngest daughter of the owner of the Lu family.

She was tilting her head, her big, curious eyes fixed on him, her gaze seemingly fixed on his slightly bulging pockets.

Lin Hai's mind went blank; his biggest secret had been discovered.

Looking at his pale face, Lu Ling'er smiled slightly, a sly smile playing on her lips.

She walked up to him with light steps, circled him once, and her gaze finally settled on his pockets.

She stretched out her slender finger and gently tapped that spot.

"Just now, I think I saw your little pet carrying something shiny out of the sewer."

She leaned forward again, lowered her voice, and spoke with a mischievous smile.

"That's a good way to make money."