Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

"Black Dragon Society, Chiyo."

Before she finished speaking, her body had already rushed forward.

Using her left foot as a pivot, she drew a sharp crescent arc in the air with her right foot, slicing straight at Lin Hai's neck.

too fast.

His movements were more than twice as fast as Takeda Yu's earlier.

Lin Hai retreated rapidly.

The blade grazed his chest.

With a "hissing" sound.

Lin Hai's short jacket was easily ripped open, leaving a large tear.

The blade sliced ​​through his skin, leaving a very shallow bloodstain.

The Iron Will talent came into play at this moment.

Ordinary martial artists at the Strength Refinement stage would find their flesh and skin unable to withstand such mechanical blades forged from refined steel. However, Lin Hai possessed the Iron Bone talent; although the blades were sharp, they could only injure his flesh and skin, unable to directly sever his bones.

Chiyo's attack missed, but she didn't pause.

She alternated her legs, her whole body seemingly turning into a rapidly spinning top, her two sharp blade-like feet slashing in succession.

Everyone in the courtyard held their breath.

To onlookers, the Japanese woman in the pink kimono appeared to be performing a bizarre dance.

Her movements were extremely light, but every move she made was filled with deadly intent.

Lin Hai dodged and weaved amidst the flashing blades, maneuvering within a small space.

Even so, after a few moves, Lin Hai's arms and shoulders were still slashed with three or four foot-long cuts by the knife.

His clothes were stained with blood, a horrifying sight.

"Oh no! Junior Brother Lin is being suppressed!" Zhao Peng exclaimed, sweating profusely in the crowd.

Chen Wu frowned, stepped forward, and prepared to rescue the person at any moment.

Although Lin Hai was under immense pressure and in grave danger, he remained remarkably calm.

He was observing.

This woman's knife was indeed sharp, and her speed was ridiculously fast.

But everything comes at a price.

Because her legs were modified into bladed feet, increasing their length by more than half, her center of gravity became extremely high.

Lin Hai dodged while keeping an eye on her footsteps.

He discovered a pattern.

No matter how fierce Chiyo's attacks were, she had to plant one foot deep into the bluestone slab of the ground as a fixed fulcrum before launching a series of kicks, and then use the other foot to perform a 360-degree circular attack.

"This is a compass."

Lin Hai felt more confident.

To break through this high-center-of-gravity, long-legged weapon, the lower body is her fatal weakness.

Chiyo leaped up again, her left foot plunging into the ground, while her right leg swung through the air with a terrifying whooshing sound, unleashing a bright blade of light that slashed towards Lin Hai's left shoulder.

This time, Lin Hai did not back down.

He made a move that surprised everyone.

Instead of retreating, he deliberately charged at the blade's foot.

He raised his left arm and used his forearm to take the blow head-on.

"Junior Brother Lin!" Chen Wu couldn't help but shout.

Using your body to block a knife is suicide.

The blade struck Lin Hai's left forearm with a heavy blow.

The skin and flesh were instantly cut open.

But then, a sickening metallic clang rang out.

"when!"

Chiyo's sword struck Lin Hai's arm bone, but instead of severing it, it was bounced back slightly by a powerful recoil.

Iron will!

That half-second pause determined life and death.

Despite being slashed in the left arm, Lin Hai used the momentum to slide into a blind spot less than half a meter in front of Chiyo.

He lowered his right leg and unleashed a powerful sweeping kick, striking Chiyo's left knee, which was her support point.

That was the point where the modified weapon connected to her body.

"Snap!"

With a crisp metallic cracking sound, Chiyo's left leg joint shattered under the immense force.

Chiyo, having lost her support, instantly lost her balance and fell forward uncontrollably.

The elegance she had maintained was finally replaced by terror.

Lin Hai had been waiting for this moment.

He clenched his right fist, and with a downward thrust, like a cannonball fired, he slammed it directly into Chiyo's slender throat.

"Bang!"

Chiyo's neck bent backward at an extremely bizarre angle.

Her cervical spine was completely broken by Lin Hai's punch. She couldn't even make a sound. Her body paused in mid-air for a moment, then fell heavily to the ground like a lump of mud. She twitched twice and then stopped moving.

The courtyard was completely silent.

Lin Hai stood there, panting heavily.

His short jacket had been reduced to tattered rags, and his arms, shoulders, and chest were covered with seven or eight wounds, with drops of blood dripping from his fingers onto the bluestone slab.

But he stood ramrod straight.

Thanks to his innate talent for iron bones, these seemingly frightening injuries actually only damaged the skin and flesh.

After a brief silence, the disciples of Fuhu Martial Arts School erupted in a deafening cheer.

"Well done!"

"Junior Brother Lin is awesome!"

Sun Datou shouted at the top of his lungs, and Zhao Peng's face turned red with excitement.

Lu Zhengchuan's tense shoulders finally relaxed.

He glanced at Lin Hai, who was covered in blood.

"Take Lin Hai down for bandaging," Lu Zhengchuan said.

Seiichi Fujii stood there, his face extremely pale.

Two highly skilled fighters, both modified with advanced weaponry, were killed by the same person. This was not only a failure for the Black Dragon Society's plan to establish its authority today, but also a profound disgrace.

He took a deep breath and spoke again: "Master Lu, the competition is not over yet."

He turned to look at the remaining ten or so people in the line behind him, seemingly preparing to call in more people.

Lu Zhengchuan took a step forward.

He tucked the brass pipe back into his waistband, and his entire demeanor suddenly changed.

An oppressive aura emanated from him, causing the Black Dragon Society members standing in the front row to unconsciously take a half step back.

"Mr. Fujii," Lu Zhengchuan looked at Fujii Seiichi, "I've had enough of this petty squabbles at the Qi Refining Realm. My Fuhu Martial Arts School lost two members, and your Black Dragon Society lost two as well, so we're even."

He paused, then his tone hardened.

"If you want to have another match, then send Ming Jin to the stage. Or, Mr. Fujii, you can come down yourself, and I, Lu Zhengchuan, will exchange a few blows with you."

Lu Zhengchuan's four direct disciples—Chen Wu, Chang Yun, Lei Zhen, and Guo Fei—stepped forward in unison. All four were experts at the Ming Jin stage, their eyes blazing with murderous intent as they stared at the Japanese.

Fujii Makoto was slightly choked by the overwhelming aura emanating from Lu Zhengchuan.

He was not prepared for a battle at the Ming Jin stage, and if he made a rash move, he would have no chance of winning.

"Master Lu, you have quite the spirit." Fujii Seiichi chuckled dryly. "However, we are unprepared today, as no Ming Jin experts have accompanied us. In that case, let's stop here for today."

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"We have witnessed the formidable reputation of the Fuhu Martial Arts School. There will be a long time to meet again."

After saying that, Fujii Seiichi waved his hand and, along with the Black Dragon Society members, dragged the two corpses out of the martial arts school in a dejected manner.