Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

After passing through an alley, there is a fork in the road ahead.

Fuxing Auto Shop is less than 100 meters ahead!

Lin Hai suddenly turned right and slipped into a nearby alley.

Beside a clump of lush bushes at the edge of the alley, the dragon lizard lay quietly, almost blending into the surrounding rubble.

After devising this plan to use one tiger to devour another, Lin Hai used his mental connection to give the Dragon-Snake Lizard a command to come and wait here.

He quickly took off his sweat-soaked black short jacket and draped it over the dragon-snake lizard.

"Walk!"

A thought was conveyed.

Upon receiving the command, the dragon-snake lizard suddenly stood upright!

Its body was covered by a short jacket, making it look very strange. With its two thick hind legs pushing off, it took big strides, swung its big tail, and rushed out from the other end of the alley, continuing to run wildly towards Fuxing Car Dealership.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Lin Hai himself plunged into the dense bushes, curling up and hiding his entire body within them.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Just seconds after he had hidden himself, a dozen pairs of feet whizzed past the bushes where he was hiding.

"Over there! They've entered the yard!"

"Chase him! Don't let him get away!"

The Jingwu Association disciples were furious, and none of them noticed the bizarre scene unfolding in the small alley. Their entire attention was drawn to the "figure" in a short jacket running wildly ahead.

Lin Hai held his breath, his heart pounding in his chest as if it were about to jump out of his throat.

He could feel the strong winds created by those people running past him, and he could even smell their sweat and anger.

Only after the footsteps faded into the distance did Lin Hai cautiously peek out from the gaps in the bushes.

The dragon-snake lizard crawled into the courtyard of Fuxing Auto Shop, then shook off the short jacket covering its body. At the same time, the color of its scales changed rapidly, becoming exactly the same as the dusty and gravelly ground in the blink of an eye. Its entire body pressed against the ground, like a shadow, blending into the corner of the auto shop's courtyard wall and disappearing completely.

It was only because it was so dark that the strange behavior and posture of the dragon-snake-lizard were noticed long ago.

"Boom!"

With a loud crash, the gate of Fuxing Auto Shop was kicked into pieces from the outside!

Amidst the flying sawdust, a dozen or so Jingwu Association disciples, wielding sticks and wearing short jackets, roared in like tigers descending from the mountain!

"You Japanese scum! Get your ass out here!"

The man at the head of the group was burly and carried a white waxwood stick that reached his eyebrows. Blood was seeping from his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that he was extremely angry.

This sudden turn of events left the bandits, who were drinking and eating meat in the courtyard, completely stunned.

One of the thugs closest to the door had just stood up cursing and hadn't even had a chance to speak when the leader slapped him across the face with a stick!

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, the bandit screamed, spitting out a mouthful of teeth mixed with blood and foam, and flew backward like a broken sack, crashing into a table.

This completely ignited the powder keg.

"Who goes there? How dare you cause trouble!"

"Brothers, grab your weapons!"

The thugs in the courtyard reacted quickly, grabbing nearby stools, bottles, or short knives from their waists, and charging forward menacingly.

They've been in the business of dangerous trade for years, and none of them are kind-hearted.

However, they were facing the Jingwu Association.

The disciples of the Jingwu Association are mostly passionate young people who believe in the principle of "only killing enemies, not performing." They are always ruthless in their attacks, especially when facing those they consider "traitors" or "Japanese," where they are fearless in the face of death.

"Beat them! Beat them up!"

The leader of the Jingwu Association roared, flicked his white waxwood staff, which hummed, and swung it into a blur before charging into the crowd.

In an instant, the courtyard was filled with shouts of killing, the muffled thuds of clubs colliding with flesh and blood, the crisp sounds of bones breaking, and shrill screams of agony.

Although the bandits were fierce, they were no match for the Jingwu Association disciples who had trained hard for years and were burning with anger.

In almost a single encounter, the bandits were routed and forced to retreat in disarray, crying out for their parents.

"Boss! Boss! We can't hold on any longer!"

One of the bandits was struck on the knee with a stick, screamed and fell to his knees. Then he was hit on the back of the head and immediately lost consciousness.

In the chaos, the door to the main room was pushed open, and the bandit leader, with a face full of scars, rushed out carrying a machete, followed by seven or eight of his men.

He was taken aback when he came out and saw the scene in the yard.

"Do you know whose territory this is?" he roared angrily.

"I don't care whose territory you are! All the lackeys of the Japanese must die!"

The burly man from the Jingwu Association didn't waste any words with him. With a flick of his wrist, the white waxwood staff shot out like a poisonous dragon from its cave, aiming straight for the bandit leader's face.

The leader's expression changed; he hadn't expected the other party to attack so suddenly and with such fierce force.

He hastily blocked the attack with his sword.

"clang!"

The leader felt a tremendous force coming from the blade, which made his hands go numb and caused him to uncontrollably take two steps back.

The leader was filled with suspicion and uncertainty. When had he offended these lunatics from the Jingwu Association? Had the kidnapping plot been exposed?

But he had no time to think about it anymore, as the disciples of the Jingwu Association were already engaged in a fierce battle with his men.

The courtyard was not a large space to begin with, and dozens of people from both sides were crammed together, punches flying and knives drawing blood, the scene was extremely chaotic.

Just then, a disciple of the Jingwu Association accidentally broke open the wooden door of the small house in the corner of the courtyard while chasing a bandit.

"Bang!"

The disciple kicked the bandit inside, then rushed in himself, raising his stick to deliver the final blow.

But when he saw the scene in the room, he froze.

In the cramped room, more than a dozen young girls lay haphazardly, bound together. They were all wearing school uniforms, their mouths gagged with rags, their faces covered in terror and tears.

The disciple's stick fell to the ground with a clatter. He froze for two seconds, then let out a deafening roar.

"Damn it! They're kidnappers! There are over a dozen female students locked up here!"

This shout was like a bucket of cold water poured into boiling oil, bringing a moment of silence to the chaotic courtyard.

All the disciples of the Jingwu Association stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the small house.

"Brothers!"

The man at the head of the group spoke with murderous intent.

"Don't hold back! Give these scumbags... a good beating!"

"kill!"

It was like a volcanic eruption.

The disciples of the Jingwu Association suddenly increased their force by 100%.

Several thugs tried to escape by climbing over the wall, but they were pulled down as soon as they got to the top and were beaten severely on the ground.

Lin Hai noticed that there was a room with the light on deep in the courtyard, but there was no movement there.

Just as the Jingwu Association disciples were trying to break down the door, the room's window suddenly shattered from the inside.

A figure burst through the window, somersaulted halfway through the air, and leaped into the courtyard. It was a lean, middle-aged man dressed in short black clothes, revealing a narrow, chiseled face.

His movements were extremely fast, far surpassing those of the bandits in the courtyard.

After landing, he pushed off with his feet and darted away along the wall. A Jingwu Association disciple blocked his way, but he didn't even look at him. He struck out with his right palm, sending the disciple flying backward and crashing into the wall.

A master of Ming Jin!