Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

"What do you think, Master Lu? Could it be that the disciples of Fuhu Martial Arts School are too afraid to even handle this kind of situation?" Master Wang ignored the embarrassed Wang Meng and turned his gaze back to Lu Zhengchuan, speaking in a flippant tone.

Lu Zhengchuan didn't respond to that, but simply reached out and tapped the ash from his pipe onto the pillar next to him.

"Wang San." Lu Zhengchuan slowly raised his head, his tone devoid of any emotion, "I advise your Wang family not to get too close to the Japanese. Otherwise, you might drown at sea and have no one to collect your body, which would likely lead to a terrible end."

The Third Master of the Wang family's expression changed. He had come to cause trouble for the Fuhu Martial Arts School at the request of a powerful figure in the Black Dragon Society, who wanted to retaliate against the school once again.

Before he could speak, Lu Zhengchuan strode forward.

Although he hadn't fully unleashed his peak Ming Jin cultivation, the accumulated power over the years still caused the dozen or so people blocking the doorway to instinctively take a half-step back.

Lu Zhengchuan walked straight to within three feet of the Third Master of the Wang family and looked down at him.

"I'd like to ask you, is blocking my door today your own idea, Wang San, or the idea of ​​your Wang family?" Then, Lu Zhengchuan countered, "Or rather, has the Wang family now been taken over by you, Wang San?"

These words hit the nail on the head.

The head of the Wang family is still alive, and Wang San has two older brothers. Wang San is just abusing his power outside by relying on the Wang family's influence. If you really want to accuse him of "overstepping his bounds and attempting to seize power," he'll be severely punished when he returns to the Wang family.

Master Wang's face turned pale and then red, and he gripped the pocket watch tightly in his hand.

After a brief standoff, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Master Lu is right to reprimand me; it is Wang San who has no manners."

But he clearly couldn't swallow this insult. He paused, then his tone became sarcastic: "It's just that the winds in Yangcheng have been really strong lately, and things aren't very peaceful anywhere. Please tell your disciples not to wander around at night, or they might catch a cold in the wind."

This is now an open threat.

After listening, Lu Zhengchuan put the brass pipe back into his mouth and took a puff.

"The wind is quite strong." Lu Zhengchuan looked at him. "Your Wang family has quite a few sons, spending their days indulging in debauchery in Shanghai. If my disciples get caught in the wind, I imagine your precious young masters in the Wang family will also stumble and fall while walking at night."

The two were locked in a fierce battle, neither willing to give an inch.

Lin Hai stood behind Lu Zhengchuan without saying a word.

He knew that this Third Master Wang had made such a grand entrance today, clearly intending to cause trouble. If he accepted the challenge, winning would bring him no benefit, and losing would tarnish the reputation of his martial arts school—it was a bad deal no matter how you looked at it.

Lin Hai had a thought and brought up his own control panel.

Physical Strength: 17.2

Strength: 2045 jin (approximately 84,000 catties)

Looking at this data, Lin Hai had a better understanding of the situation.

During this period, he practiced standing meditation and boxing every day without fail, and with the continued effects of the Tiger Marrow Pill, his physical fitness was steadily improving.

More importantly, the Earth-Splitter Crocodile Dragon has been feeding heavily every day in its new hunting ground, the Chishui River. The enormous energy fed back by its clones has caused its physique and strength to explode.

Two thousand and forty-five catties.

In the Strength Refining Realm, after completing the Marrow Transformation stage, an ordinary martial artist can grow to about 1,000 jin of strength. Those who can reach 1,500 jin of strength are already extremely rare geniuses.

As for exceeding two thousand jin... that's already close to or even surpassed some martial artists who have just entered the Ming Jin realm.

Lin Hai quietly clenched his fist, feeling the power contained beneath his skin.

He looked up at the third master of the Wang family, thought for a moment, then took a step forward, leaned close to Lu Zhengchuan's ear, and whispered a few words.

Lu Zhengchuan was confronting the Third Master of the Wang family when he heard Lin Hai's whisper. He was taken aback at first, then looked at him with suspicion.

Lin Hai met his master's gaze and nodded almost imperceptibly.

Lu Zhengchuan knew that Lin Hai usually appeared unassuming, but he always acted with discretion and never made unfounded accusations.

When he looked at the Third Master of the Wang family again, his attitude suddenly made a complete 180-degree turn.

"Wang San, since you're so interested in learning from my Fuhu Martial Arts School, I, as your elder, won't want to spoil your fun," Lu Zhengchuan said slowly.

Third Master Wang's eyes lit up, thinking that Lu Zhengchuan had given in. He was about to speak when Lu Zhengchuan interrupted him.

"However," Lu Zhengchuan tapped the table with his pipe, "the disciples of my Fuhu Martial Arts School are not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry who can be easily challenged. Coming empty-handed is rather insincere."

Third Master Wang chimed in, "What kind of prize does Master Lu want? Just name it, I, Wang San, can afford it."

"My disciple has been cultivating lately and is lacking some nourishing resources," Lu Zhengchuan said, making an outrageous demand. "If you, Wang San, can produce three portions of precious plants, precious fish, or precious beasts, I'll grant you three opportunities to learn from my disciple. How about it?"

Third Master Wang was surprised by Lu Zhengchuan's sudden change in attitude. He scanned Lu Zhengchuan and Lin Hai back and forth, trying to find the trap.

But after looking at it for a long time, there seemed to be no other explanation besides the old fox trying to take advantage of the situation.

"Hahahaha!" Third Master Wang laughed loudly, "Master Lu really has a good plan. But, there's no need for three times, once is enough."

"One time isn't enough for my little apprentice to warm up," Lu Zhengchuan mocked without any politeness. "Since you, Wang Sanlian, can't even produce this much, I think you should stop embarrassing yourself here. Take your men and go back to whichever circle you're from."

The third master of the Wang family was used to acting arrogantly in Yangcheng, so he couldn't stand this kind of provocation.

He immediately replied, "Alright! Since Senior Lu is willing, I can only comply! It's just three treasures, I can provide them!"

He turned to a trusted aide beside him and ordered, "You, go back immediately and bring me those three 'century-old blood ginseng's' from my study!"

The confidant hesitated for a moment: "Third Master, that's..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Go now!" Third Master Wang kicked his confidant in the leg.

The trusted confidant dared not say a word and hurriedly ran out of Guangfu Restaurant.

The people in the lobby dispersed, and the waiters quickly cleared out a large area in the middle.

Wang Meng from the Iron Arm Boxing Gym and Liu Zhendong from the Zhenwei Martial Arts Gym didn't rush to leave either. Instead, they stood aside, ready to watch the excitement unfold.

Chen Wu stood beside Lin Hai, sweat beading on his forehead.

He leaned close to Lin Hai's ear and asked anxiously, "Junior Brother Lin, what exactly did you say to Master just now? Those thugs the Wang family employs are no pushovers. They're fed lavish meals every day, and they're trained in ruthless killing techniques. Can you handle three matches by yourself?"

Chen Wu was genuinely worried about his junior brother. If something went wrong in this situation and he injured his bones, his future in martial arts would be ruined.

Lin Hai turned his head and gently patted his shoulder.

"Senior Brother, don't worry." Lin Hai's tone was calm, without a trace of nervousness. "This is a sure-fire deal. I'm really eyeing those three blood ginsengs. Senior Brother, don't worry, just watch how I get them."