Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

The man moved with ease across the tilting deck. His face was gaunt, his cheekbones high, and he exuded an extremely dangerous aura. He walked through the spray of water to the edge of the deck, facing the giant turtle that resembled a small mountain.

The Japanese expert slightly bent his knees, and like a fully drawn bow, he suddenly sprang up, leaping straight into the air.

He was in mid-air, and the long sword at his waist was already drawn.

A flash of snow-white light appeared, braving the howling river wind, and slashed straight at the giant claw of the giant turtle that was gripping the ship's side.

Although the giant turtle's shell was as hard as cast iron, the sword of this Japanese master was no ordinary weapon. The blade sliced ​​through the thick scales on the giant turtle's claws without any resistance, creating a huge wound several feet long and deep enough to expose the bone.

The giant turtle let out a deep roar, and in pain, it abruptly released its massive claw that had been gripping the warship. Losing its support, its enormous body tilted backward and sank directly beneath the turbulent waters.

The remaining Japanese soldiers on the deck collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

However, before he could catch his breath, an even more violent tremor suddenly came from underwater.

"boom!"

A tooth-grinding roar came from the bottom of the ironclad behemoth, as the entire massive hull was violently pushed upwards by an unparalleled force.

The giant turtle submerged to the bottom of the water but did not flee. It directly used its indestructible dark blue-green shell to slam into the side and lower part of the ironclad warship.

The warship suddenly tilted to one side, tilting at such an angle that it almost capsized.

On the deck, the dozen or so Japanese gunners and artillerymen who had just escaped the calamity lost their balance completely in the violent shaking. They screamed and slid down the tilting deck, falling one after another into the turbulent Chishui River. A wave crashed over them, and before they could even struggle, they vanished without a trace.

The Japanese expert had already landed back on the deck, his feet firmly planted on the tilted iron plate as if rooted to the spot, unmoving.

Even with his astonishing swordsmanship, he was helpless against the vast river. The underwater world was the absolute domain of demonic beasts, and he dared not recklessly jump into the Red River to fight a giant underwater demon to the death.

The giant turtle rammed the water several more times. After venting its anger, it circled underwater for a while and did not launch another attack. Instead, it slowly swam towards the deeper water.

The bottom compartment of the ironclad warship had clearly been cracked by the impact, and a large amount of river water had poured in.

On the command tower, the Japanese officer, his face ashen, brandished his sword and loudly issued orders.

The ironclad warship spewed thick black smoke, struggled to turn around on the river, and finally changed direction, retreating towards the sea with the current of the Chishui River.

In the woods more than ten miles away, Lin Hai slowly withdrew his mind from the connection with the Earth-Splitting Crocodile Dragon.

That scene just now gave him a very direct understanding of the world's top-tier military power and demonic beasts. That terrifying power, capable of withstanding artillery fire and overturning warships, was far beyond what he could compare to his current strength, which had just broken through the thousand-pound mark.

By the time we returned to Yangcheng, it was completely dark.

A few lights came on in the street, and the roadside vendors were busy packing up their stalls.

Lin Hai led the chestnut horse and turned into the alley where his house was located.

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, the courtyard was quiet.

The main room was dimly lit by an oil lamp. Lin An was hunched over a square table with a chipped corner, holding a pencil in one hand, frowning as he did his arithmetic homework.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves coming from the courtyard, Lin An immediately threw down his pen and ran out the door.

"Brother! You're finally back!"

Lin An's eyes lit up when he saw that it was Lin Hai. He ran over to him and circled around him, his gaze immediately drawn to the several bulging packages on the horse's back.

Lin Hai casually tied the horse's reins to the jujube tree by the courtyard wall and turned to untie the rope on the horse's back.

"Go to Old Man Li's place at the alley entrance and buy some black beans and bran to feed this horse." Lin Hai reached into his pocket, pulled out a few copper coins, and tossed them to Lin An.

Lin An caught the copper coin steadily, nodded repeatedly, and ran out the door in his cloth shoes.

Lin Hai unloaded the heavy bundles one by one and carried them into the yard. The largest bundle was a whole tiger skin tightly bound with vines, and the most conspicuous part was the long and thick spine.

Just then, the curtains in the room were lifted.

The eldest sister, Lin Wan, came out carrying a bucket of freshly washed clothes. She was wearing a faded coarse cloth shirt with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows, and a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

Seeing Lin Hai return safely, Lin Wan first breathed a sigh of relief, then her gaze fell on the things on the ground.

Although it was dark, the enormous tiger skin was still too conspicuous in the light leaking from the house. The black and yellow stripes on it, as well as the faint lingering smell of blood, made Lin Wan stop in her tracks.

"Xiao Hai... this... did you kill this tiger?" Lin Wan's voice was a little tense.

Lin Hai chuckled and patted the dust off his hands.

"We were lucky to find them in the mountains." Lin Hai didn't go into details, as talking about what happened in the wilderness would only frighten his older sister. "Sister, look at the skin and bones. If we find a fur shop to sell these tomorrow, we won't have to worry about our expenses for the whole year."

Hearing this, Lin Wan did not show any joy. She placed the wooden bucket heavily on the stone mill next to her and walked quickly to Lin Hai.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Lin Wan's eyes instantly reddened, and her voice rose several decibels. "What kind of place is the wilderness outside the city? It's full of monsters and ruthless bandits! With your pathetic skills, what if something happens to you... how are Xiao An and I supposed to survive?"

Lin Wan grew angrier as she spoke, and punched Lin Hai twice in the back. However, the punches landed on Lin Hai's now "iron bones," causing her own hands to ache from the impact.

Lin Hai knew she was really anxious, so he didn't argue and could only force a smile.

"Sis, sis, be gentle. I'm back safe and sound, you know. I promise I won't act on my own again, okay?"

Lin Wan rubbed her reddened eyes and glared at him, clearly not so easily appeased.

Seeing this, Lin Hai immediately changed the subject, raised his arm to smell it, and said with a bitter face, "Sis, I haven't had a proper rest in the woods for days, and I'm so sweaty I'm practically suffocating. Hurry up and boil some hot water for me to wash up, my skin is itching to the point of bursting."

Lin Wan was so angry at his shameless and scoundrel-like behavior that she couldn't do anything about it. She took a deep breath and glared at Lin Hai.

"Move your things into the room, so no one will be envious. I'll go boil some water for you," she said curtly, then turned and went into the kitchen.

Watching Lin Wan's busy figure in front of the stove, Lin Hai felt a warmth rise in his heart.

Before long, Lin An returned with the horse feed. The two brothers fed the horses in the yard and then carried the bundle into the room together.