Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

Takeda Yu's right arm slammed down, and the speed and power of this punch completely exceeded the range of the Strength Refinement Realm.

Zhang Meng was terrified and crossed his arms to protect his chest.

"Snap!"

Takeda Yu's fist slammed into Zhang Meng's arms, breaking Zhang Meng's forearm bones. The force of the blow continued as it struck Zhang Meng's chest.

Zhang Meng's chest caved in, and his body flew backward three or four meters before crashing heavily to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, twitched twice, and then fell silent.

"Senior Brother Zhang!"

The disciples of Fuhu Martial Arts School had bloodshot eyes. Several of them rushed over and carried Zhang Meng back. They checked his breath and found that he was already dead.

Lu Zhengchuan's face was extremely grim, and his four personal disciples behind him clenched their fists so tightly that their knuckles turned white. If it weren't for the rule of "same level against same level" in the martial arts world, they would have already gone down to kill him.

"Next." Takeda Yu withdrew his fist and looked at the people from Fuhu Martial Arts School with a blank expression.

"Master, I'll do it!" A disciple with red eyes stepped forward. His name was Li Gang, and he was also a master who had broken through three levels.

Lu Zhengchuan nodded silently.

Learning from Zhang Meng's experience, Li Gang didn't choose to confront him head-on when he entered the ring. Instead, he used footwork to move around, trying to find a weakness in Takeda Yu's defenses. However, Takeda Yu completely ignored Li Gang's probing. When Li Gang's fist came, he simply waved his hand to block it.

When Li Gang landed a hook punch on Takeda Yu's right shoulder, before the old force had dissipated and the new force had been generated, Takeda Yu's quietly tensed right leg sprang out like a spring.

The kick was so fast that no one could react; it struck Li Gang directly in the head. Li Gang didn't even utter a sound before collapsing heavily to the ground, dying instantly.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the Fuhu Martial Arts School lost two experts who had broken through the third level of the Strength Refinement Realm.

The disciples of Fuhu Martial Arts School clenched their fists, feeling not only anger but also a profound sense of powerlessness.

Wang Biao, the third to enter the ring, managed to retreat desperately the moment Takeda Yu was poised to strike, avoiding a fatal blow, but he was still struck in the shoulder by a punch. Half of his shoulder bone was shattered, and he immediately lost consciousness.

Of the three who appeared, two died and one was seriously injured.

Takeda Yu remained standing in the arena, his aura unchanged, as if he had just killed only a few flies.

"This is the Japanese's weapon modification," Huo Zhenshan said in a low voice, standing to the side. "They replaced their limbs with spring steel frames. This modification allows them to withstand tremendous blows and double their power by accumulating momentum through their joints. Takeda Yu's own punching power is at most 1,000 jin, but a punch after accumulating momentum can deliver 2,000 jin of force."

Hearing Huo Zhenshan's words, Lu Zhengchuan's face darkened even more.

Two thousand jin of force—that's the kind of power only someone at the Ming Jin stage can unleash. The Black Dragon Society is clearly exploiting a loophole in the rules by using these modified humans to fight in a strength-training arena, especially since, in terms of martial arts level, Takeda Yu hasn't even broken through to the Ming Jin stage yet.

"Master, let me go smash him!" Fourth Senior Brother Lei Zhen took a step forward.

"Step down," Lu Zhengchuan said, his voice hoarse. "Rules are rules."

Lei Zhen gritted his teeth and retreated.

Lin Hai stood in the crowd, observing the entire process with a detached eye.

Huo Zhenshan's analysis confirmed his judgment. Takeda Yu's movements weren't particularly refined; he relied entirely on the explosive power of his weapon's accumulated momentum for a single, fatal blow. To defeat him, one couldn't give him the chance to build up his power. One had to use greater speed and strength to directly overwhelm him, forcing him to constantly react.

Lin Hai mentally calculated. His current strength had reached 1,500 jin, and he also had the "Iron Bones" talent. Although Takeda Yu's spring steel frame was formidable, his Iron Bones should be enough to withstand it.

Most importantly, Lin Hai understood that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

On the path of martial arts, resources, techniques, and inheritance are all things to contend for. Although the Fuhu Martial Arts School is large and powerful, its truly core skills are only passed down to a few direct disciples. I have only been a member of the school for two months, and although I have shown talent, in Lu Zhengchuan's eyes, I am at most a promising talent.

If Lu Zhengchuan truly wants to impart all his core skills and accept him as his twelfth personal disciple, simply practicing the skills step by step won't be enough.

The Black Dragon Society came to challenge the martial arts school, resulting in the loss of three members. This was a time when morale was at its lowest and the school desperately needed someone to turn the tide.

This is the best pledge of allegiance.

If he can kill this Japanese martial artist fair and square in front of everyone today, he will have a great chance of becoming Lu Zhengchuan's twelfth personal disciple.

His past life's experience taught him that he should know how to conceal his strength and avoid trouble in ordinary times. However, if he still retreats when a perfect opportunity presents itself, then all his martial arts training will have been in vain.

Thinking of this, Lin Hai took a deep breath.

He used his mind to communicate with the Earth-Splitting Crocodile Dragon, which was lingering outside the city, and gave it the order to sneak into the city.

The massive body of the Earth-Splitting Crocodile Dragon silently sank into the ground and began to rapidly stealthily move along the deep soil layers towards the Tiger-Taming Martial Arts School.

Monsters infiltrating the city is not unheard of.

When all else fails and a life-or-death crisis looms, the sudden appearance of the Earth-Splitting Crocodile Dragon will be Lin Hai's last trump card. With this trump card, he dares to go all out today.

Having completed these preparations, Lin Hai stepped past his fellow disciples and strode out.

All eyes were on him.

"Lin Hai?" Chen Wu was taken aback for a moment, then shouted sharply, "What are you doing out here! Go back!"

In Chen Wu's view, although Lin Hai had made rapid progress, he had only been practicing martial arts for two months. Even veterans like Zhang Meng and Li Gang had died at the hands of Takeda Yu; for Lin Hai to go up there would be nothing short of suicide.

Lin Hai ignored Chen Wu's obstruction and strode to the center of the field, looking directly at Takeda Yu on the other side.

"You little devils from Japan, do you think our land is invincible?"

Lin Hai's voice echoed throughout the entire courtyard.

"Fuhu Martial Arts School, Lin Hai." Lin Hai introduced himself directly. He looked at Wu Tianxiong and said calmly, "Although I have only been practicing martial arts for two months, today I will dismantle the tattered clothes you are wearing."

Upon hearing this, the disciples of Fuhu Martial Arts School all changed their expressions.

"Junior Brother Lin, don't be impulsive!" Zhao Peng shouted anxiously from the crowd.

Lu Zhengchuan frowned deeply as he looked at the young disciple in the arena. He remembered Lin Hai; although the young man's natural talent was average, he had high comprehension and progressed quickly in practicing martial arts—a promising talent. But his opponent was a monster modified with war machines; it wasn't something that could be won with just passion.

"You're asking for death." Wu Tianyu understood Lin Hai's words, and raised his thick arm again, the bones making a harsh grinding sound.

"Whether you're courting death or not, we'll find out after we fight." Lin Hai lowered his legs and assumed the starting stance of the Tiger Subduing Fist.

There were no unnecessary movements.

Lin Hai exerted force with his feet, and his body shot towards Takeda Yu like a cannonball.