Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

Lin Hai didn't give him that chance. Almost at the same time the crocodile dragon snapped its jaws shut, Lin Hai pushed off with his feet, and like a cannonball, he took a step and stood in front of Ito Ken.

Lin Hai clenched his right fist, the black iron knuckle duster gleaming darkly in the moonlight. He unleashed his full 1700-pound strength, slamming it squarely into Ito Ken's pained and contorted face.

"Bang!"

Like a hammer striking rotten wood.

Ken Ito's jawbone shattered instantly, blood mixed with broken teeth flying backward. The scream that was about to escape his lips was brutally crushed in his throat by this punch.

Ito Ken's severed body slammed to the ground like a lump of mud, twitched twice, and then fell completely still.

Lin Hai stood still and slowly withdrew his fist.

His synesthetic talent remained active, and he only breathed a slight sigh of relief after confirming that there was no one else around and that he had not alerted any neighbors or passersby to reveal the existence of the Earth-Splitting Crocodile Dragon.

He walked over to Ken Ito's body, squatted down, and quickly searched his body with both hands.

Soon, Lin Hai pulled a cloth bag from the lining of his shirt. He squeezed it; it was quite heavy. He opened it and found a dozen or so silver dollars and a small yellow croaker scattered inside.

Lin Hai stuffed the money into his pocket and then gave the order to the Earth-Splitting Crocodile Dragon.

The Earth-Splitter Crocodile opened its massive jaws and bit into Ito Ken's two severed bodies and the samurai sword that had fallen to the side. Then, its enormous body shrank downwards, the earth churned, and soon the Earth-Splitter Crocodile dragged Ito Ken's body into the ground and disappeared.

Only a large pool of pungent blood remained in the yard.

Lin Hai walked to a corner, filled a bucket with water from the water vat, and then turned around and poured it on the ground. With a "splash," the water washed away the thick blood. Bucket after bucket of water was poured over the blood until the bloodstains and the stench of blood in the air disappeared, and then he stopped.

After doing all this, Lin Hai put the bucket back in its place and turned to go back into the house.

He sat on the edge of the bed without turning on the light.

Moonlight streamed through the window paper, illuminating the ground, as Lin Hai pondered in his heart.

If Takeru Ito dies here today, and the Black Dragon Society doesn't see him tomorrow, they'll definitely send someone to investigate.

"If only Ito Ken goes missing, trouble will eventually come back to me," Lin Hai muttered to himself in the darkness.

To break this deadlock, we cannot passively take a beating.

"I need to muddy the waters," Lin Hai thought to himself.

If several Japanese ronin from Japan were to disappear overnight, the nature of the situation would change. The Black Dragon Society would inevitably believe it was a premeditated attack targeting the entire organization.

Their attention will be completely diverted, and they will never pay attention to him, a mere cultivator at the Qi Refining Realm, at first glance.

Thinking of this, Lin Hai closed his eyes, and his consciousness instantly extended outward along the mental connection.

Deep underground, the Earth-Splitter Crocodile received new instructions.

Its thick tail swung, and its limbs strained through the soil as it slithered swiftly towards the inner city concession.

From the outer city to the concession, one has to navigate many blocks on the surface, but underground, the Crocodile Dragon travels in a straight line.

After half an hour.

It was late at night in the foreign concessions, and the streets were deserted.

The Black Dragon Hall is located in the heart of this street. It is a large Japanese-style building with several white paper lanterns with black characters hanging outside its towering walls.

The Earth-Splitter Crocodile Dragon burrowed underground to a crossroads about 100 meters from the clubhouse.

There was a thick, old camphor tree by the intersection. The Earth-Splitting Crocodile Dragon activated its mimicry, becoming one with the soil. Its heartbeat and breathing were reduced to a minimum as it silently watched the movements around the Black Dragon Guild Hall.

About half an hour later, a crisp sound of wooden clogs clattering came from the street corner.

"Tap...tap..."

A Japanese ronin dressed in a loose kimono, carrying a half-empty bottle of sake, staggered out from around the corner. He reeked of alcohol and hummed a Japanese tune incoherently, seemingly having just finished a night of revelry at a tavern and was heading back to the guild hall.

The wanderer walked all the way to the old camphor tree, and seemed unable to hold back any longer. He stopped, hiccuping as he reached for his belt.

At that very moment, the ground beneath his feet collapsed without warning.

Before the ronin could even react, a gaping maw shot out from the ground and clamped its jaws onto his legs.

"Well……"

Before the ronin could even utter a cry of alarm, he was dragged down into the ground.

All that remained was a puddle of liquor, a pile of swirling mud, and a lone wooden clog lying by the roadside.

That night, the streets of the concession seemed peaceful, but a silent hunt was unfolding underground.

The Earth-Splitter Crocodile Dragon was extremely patient. It remained hidden in the soil beneath the old camphor tree, observing every passerby. When it encountered groups of Black Dragon Society members, it remained still; but if a drunken, lone wanderer passed by, it would strike with lightning speed.

The Crocodile Dragon made its move repeatedly throughout the entire second half of the night.

Five Japanese ronin were all silently dragged underground on their way back to the Black Dragon Guild Hall.

The sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn; daybreak was approaching.

The morning mist enveloped the streets of the concession.

Lin Hai originally planned to have the Earth-Splitting Crocodile Dragon retreat. The disappearance of five people was enough to cause panic within the Black Dragon Society and completely divert their attention.

Just as the Crocodile Dragon was about to turn around and dive back into the depths of the underground, footsteps sounded again from the street corner.

The person was wearing a large black trench coat and was striding towards the Black Dragon Club.

The Earth-Splitter Crocodile Dragon burrowed underground, and when it reached above the Crocodile Dragon, the soil beneath the ground churned up again.

The crocodile dragon opened its massive jaws and, just as before, viciously bit down on the ronin's legs from below.

Click!

A sickening metallic cracking sound rang out.

Beneath this Japanese ronin's trench coat, his entire lower body had been transformed into a steel weapon.

The Crocodile Dragon's bite force was incredibly powerful, easily crushing even rocks. Although its two steel mechanical legs were sturdy, they were snapped off at the knee joints by the Crocodile Dragon's fangs, and the mechanical legs were completely bent and broken.

"What is that?!"

The Japanese ronin let out a piercing scream. He was, after all, a master of internal energy, and his reaction was extremely fast. The instant his right leg broke, he forcefully twisted his upper body, and at the same time, he clenched his right fist, the force surging within it, and with a sharp whistling sound, he slammed it hard into the crocodile dragon's upper jaw that was protruding from the ground.

boom!

The punch struck the Crocodile Dragon's hard scales, producing a loud clang like metal clashing.

The crocodile dragon was in pain and enraged. It suddenly swept its thick tail across the ground, blowing away all the surrounding soil.

Its massive body burst forth from the ground, carrying with it mud.

The ronin lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground. He stared in horror at the colossal beast that was over ten feet long and covered in thick scales.

"Enemy attack! Monsters!" the ronin roared frantically in Japanese.

The sound carried far across the streets in the early morning, instantly shattering the tranquility of the concession.

The Japanese ronin had lost both legs and was unable to move on the ground. He could only desperately swing his fists, trying to stop the crocodile dragon from getting closer.