Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

Soon, the confidant that Master Wang had sent earlier returned, carrying three long, rectangular mahogany boxes, running all the way back.

He pushed through the crowd, came to the Third Master of the Wang family, and, panting, placed the three boxes on the table.

"Third Master, the things... are here."

"Clatter".

Third Master Wang picked up one of the boxes and casually opened the lid.

A rich medicinal aroma mixed with a faint smell of blood instantly filled the air. Inside the box, lined with bright yellow silk, lay a palm-sized, crimson plant with gnarled roots, shaped like a tiny person. Blood seemed to be slowly flowing on its roots, exuding a strange vitality.

"It's truly a century-old blood ginseng."

Someone in the crowd exclaimed in surprise.

This precious plant grows in remote, untouched forests, absorbing the essence of the earth's veins and the blood of demonic beasts. It has a great effect on replenishing the qi and blood of martial artists. A ten-year-old blood ginseng is already quite valuable, let alone a hundred-year-old one in perfect condition with abundant medicinal power.

The third master of the Wang family opened the three boxes one by one and placed them side by side on the table. The rich medicinal fragrance emanating from the three high-quality, century-old blood ginsengs made the breathing of everyone practicing martial arts in the hall become heavier.

Even Lu Zhengchuan couldn't help but glance at the three blood ginsengs a few more times.

The Third Master Wang's gaze swept over the crowd, finally landing on Lin Hai. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Master Lu, the prize has been won. Now, let's see if your disciple has the ability to take it."

Lin Hai didn't speak, but simply took a step forward and stood in the open space in the center of the hall.

He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the direction of the Third Master of the Wang family.

"Then thank you for your kindness, Third Master." Lin Hai's tone was indifferent, as if these three hundred-year-old blood ginsengs were already his.

Seeing his appearance, Third Master Wang's anger intensified. He snorted coldly and said no more, only clapping his hands behind him.

As he applauded, the group of men in black outside the door automatically parted to the sides, making way for him.

A slender young man, dressed in Japanese samurai attire and wearing wooden clogs, slowly walked in.

He was in his early twenties, with delicate features, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. Two samurai swords, one long and one short, were slung across his waist. His hands were always on the hilts of the long sword, making him look like a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed.

The Japanese ronin walked to the center of the arena and stopped three steps away from Lin Hai. He said in slightly broken Chinese, "Hokushin Dojo, Haruno Munehide, please give me your guidance."

It turns out that the third master of the Wang family personally took action to act as a pawn for the Japanese.

The Third Master of the Wang family rang out at the opportune moment, full of flattery: "Yuanye-kun is the last disciple of the Japanese swordsmanship master Yagyu-sensei. His 'Dual-Sword Style' of fast swordsmanship is renowned among the younger generation in Japan. Master Lu, it wouldn't be an insult to him to have your precious disciple spar with him, would it?"

Lu Zhengchuan, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, didn't even lift his eyelids, only letting out a soft "hmm" through his nose.

Chen Wu, standing behind Lin Hai, looked rather grim.

"Beichen Dojo..." Chen Wu warned, "Junior brother, be careful! Liu Shengzhen of Beichen Dojo is a master of the Transformation Realm. The disciples he teaches are definitely extraordinary. His fast swordsmanship, with his dual swords drawn simultaneously, is extremely fast and impossible to defend against!"

Lin Hai's gaze fell on the Japanese man named Haruno Munehide, whose gaze was also firmly fixed on him, the kind of look one would give to prey.

Lin Hai slowly took out two black iron knuckle dusters from his pocket and put them on his hands unhurriedly.

"Please." Lin Hai gestured for them to proceed.

Haruno Munehide did not reply. His body sank slightly, and he gently pushed with his right thumb.

"Clang!"

With a clear, resonant hum, the samurai sword was drawn, its gleaming blade flashing a cold light under the lamplight.

The next moment, Haruno Munehide moved.

His footsteps moved with a peculiar rhythm, his body gliding forward like a ghost; before he even arrived, the blade flashed first.

The gleaming blade drew a sharp arc in the air, slashing straight at Lin Hai's head.

So fast!

Lin Hai's pupils contracted, and almost instinctively he turned to the side, simultaneously clenching his right fist and raising it, wearing a black iron brass, to parry the opponent's blade.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening.

A tremendous force traveled along the blade, and Haruno Munehide felt a numbness in his hand, nearly dropping the katana. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes; he clearly hadn't expected Lin Hai to be so strong.

However, his first strike missed. With a flick of his wrist, the long sword slashed down, and at the same time, the short sword in his left hand was also drawn, turning into a silver light like a venomous snake, silently stabbing towards Lin Hai's ribs.

One long and one short, one up and one down, they complement each other perfectly.

The continuous flashes of the blades enveloped almost all of Lin Hai's vital points.

The spectators in the hall gasped in surprise, and Wang Meng and Liu Zhendong's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. They wondered if they, in their Qi Refining stage, were to face such swift and ruthless double swords, they would probably be defeated in less than ten moves.

Lin Hai stood amidst the flashing swords, his brows furrowed slightly.

He brandished his fists, the black iron knuckle dusters creating a whistling sound as they formed an impenetrable protective barrier in front of him.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A series of rapid collisions rang out, sparks flying everywhere.

Lin Hai did not choose to dodge, but instead chose the most direct approach – a head-on confrontation.

The Tiger-Taming Fist emphasizes a powerful, domineering, and expansive style.

Haruno Munehide's swordsmanship was indeed fast, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye. But in the face of Lin Hai's ferocious power, every collision felt like being hit head-on by a wild bull.

The overwhelming force made his arms go numb, his blood surge, and his hand holding the knife tremble slightly.

How could he have such great strength?

This is power that a martial artist at the Strength Refinement Realm should not possess at all!

Haruno Munehide was horrified, but the momentum of his sword did not diminish in the slightest; instead, it became even faster. He tried to use his superior speed to find a weakness in Lin Hai's defense.

"Sizzle!"

A soft sound.

A glint flashed in Yuan Ye Zongxiu's eyes, and his short knife finally seized an opening, slicing a gash in Lin Hai's left arm.

Blood seeped out instantly, staining his sleeves red.

Become!

Yuan Ye Zongxiu was overjoyed, but Lin Hai seemed to feel no pain at all, not even flinching. The wound was practically nothing to him now that his Bone Transformation was at its peak and his Iron Bone talent enhanced his physique.

Despite suffering this minor setback, Lin Hai remained calm and composed.

Synesthesia.

With a thought, his synesthetic talent was instantly activated.

In an instant, the whole world changed in his perception.

The noisy discussions in the hall, the breathing of the crowd, and the actions of Haruno Munehisa in front of him all became incredibly clear in Lin Hai's eyes.

He could clearly "see" the trembling of the other person's muscles, "hear" the other person's rapid breathing due to exertion, and "feel" the breeze brought up when the two samurai swords cut through the air.

The trajectory of the opponent's blade and the direction from which it would attack in the next moment were clearly presented before his eyes, as if he could see the lines on his palm.