Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

Chapter 85 Zong Xiu Arrives with Intense Killing Intent (Seeking First Subscription)

The sky darkened without us even noticing.

A strong wind suddenly arose, whipping up dust and scraps of paper from the street, causing the shop signs to flutter loudly. In the sky, thick, dark clouds rolled in, pressing down in layers.

A heavy rain is coming.

The group returned to the martial arts school in silence, where their master, Lu Zhengchuan, was sitting under the old tree in the courtyard.

He was alone, with a small square table in front of him, on which lay a newspaper. He held his brass pipe, which he had used for over a decade, but did not light it.

Seeing Chen Wu, Lei Zhen, and the others return, Lu Zhengchuan looked up, appearing to be just an ordinary person.

An elderly man who is concerned about the affairs of the country.

He sighed, his voice hoarse and weary.

"You've all seen the newspaper?"

Chen Wu lowered his head, his voice heavy: "I saw it, Master."

Lu Zhengchuan's gaze swept over the group. He placed his pipe on the table and slowly said, "The country is ravaged, warlords are fighting, and foreign powers are bullying us—more than 20,000 of our compatriots in Shuncheng are gone just like that. This justice, this blood debt, I don't know who should seek justice for them! And who can possibly get it back!"

His voice carried a deep sense of powerlessness.

Yes, who will ask for it?

Should we rely on those warlords who only care about vying for power and profit and plundering the people's wealth? Or should we rely on that first martial saint who declared himself emperor in the capital?

The Martial Saint, having achieved the Innate Realm and the unity of Heaven and Man, is already a legendary figure in the martial arts world.

Who would be willing, who would dare, to face a martial saint who proved his Dao by slaughtering entire cities?

In the courtyard, only the wind howled.

Chen Wu, Lei Zhen, and Zhao Xing—all fell silent. They were willing to fight for the martial arts school's reputation, stand up for their brothers, and even shed blood for the greater good of the nation.

But when faced with a behemoth at the national level, and a newly crowned Martial Saint, their individual strength seemed so small and insignificant.

Lin Hai stood there, feeling a fire burning in his chest, making his internal organs ache.

He knew that Lu Zhengchuan was telling the truth.

When a nation is weak, its people are treated like dirt.

A martial arts master who has reached the Innate Realm is nothing but a joke in the face of such extraordinary power, let alone their small martial arts schools. Even if the entire martial arts community of Yangcheng were to be united, they would be nothing more than a joke.

In the midst of this suffocating silence, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the entrance of the martial arts school!

"Who goes there?" Lei Zhen was the first to react, roaring as he rushed towards the front yard.

Lu Zhengchuan frowned, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. "Come with me and take a look!"

Lin Hai and the others immediately followed.

The group arrived at the front yard.

The heavy red-lacquered wooden door of the main gate seemed to have been violently rammed by a wild bull or wolf. Half of the door panel was blown off the frame and crashed onto the bluestone slab in the front yard, shattering into pieces!

The left half of the door flew three or four zhang away and slammed into the weapon rack in the corner of the yard, breaking more than a dozen white waxwood poles on the rack.

Two young disciples lay among the wood chips, clutching their chests and writhing in pain.

Two figures walked in boldly across the mess on the ground.

The leader was none other than Haruno Munehisa, who had been defeated by Lin Hai a few days ago!

In just a few days, his demeanor had changed drastically. His physique remained the same, but he was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, its edge fully revealed. He walked forward step by step, his aura astonishing.

Half a step behind Haruno Munehide was a middle-aged man with a Jintan mustache.

This middle-aged man was not tall, and was even somewhat thin. But as he stood there, all his aura was contained within his body, not a trace of it leaking out, like a piece of cold iron without any warmth.

Haruno Munehisa's gaze swept past the crowd and landed directly on Lin Hai. His eyes held a mixture of resentment, excitement, and powerful confidence.

He threw a wooden box in his hand forward abruptly.

The box was broken into pieces, revealing a purplish-red herb with intact roots.

"Lin Hai, didn't you want a prize?"

Yuan Ye Zongxiu raised his chin and said loudly, "This is a hundred-year-old Purple Blood Vine, which is extremely beneficial to your Marrow Transformation and Blood Exchange in the Strength Refining Realm."

"I've got the prize money. Let's have another match!"

The wind in the yard picked up.

The sky grew darker and darker, and the heavy clouds seemed to be pressing down on the rooftops.

Lin Hai quietly looked at Yuan Ye Zongxiu, at his face, which was distorted by hatred and arrogance.

The blood-red words "Martial Saint" on the newspaper, the wails of more than 20,000 wronged souls in Shuncheng, and the helpless sigh of his master Lu Zhengchuan—scenes and sounds intertwined, churned, and collided in his mind.

The dormant volcano in my heart found an outlet at this moment.

All the grief and indignation, all the hatred for one's country and family, in that instant, all coalesced into the arrogant and conceited face of the Japanese man before me.

Lin Hai slowly clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking under the strain. He didn't immediately answer Haruno Munehide, but turned to look at his master.

His voice was unusually calm, so calm that it was completely undisturbed.

"Master, what if I kill him with one punch—"

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone present understood it.

Lin Hai was asking about the consequences of murder.

Haruno Munehide is no ordinary Japanese ronin; he is a disciple of a Grandmaster of Internal Energy. Killing him would mean facing the wrath of a Grandmaster of Internal Energy.

Lu Zhengchuan's cloudy eyes were fixed on his young apprentice. In Lin Hai's terrifyingly calm gaze, he saw a sea of ​​burning blood. He too had once been young, once hot-blooded, once driven to rage by hatred for his country.

He remained silent for a moment, the brass pipe in his hand slightly deformed from his grip.

Then, he exhaled a long breath, as if he had made a major decision.

"I can bring your family to the martial arts gym. Here, no one can hurt them."

He paused, looked at Lin Hai, and said with a complicated expression, "But you—you can't stay in Yangcheng anymore. I'm afraid you'll have no choice but to leave and become a fugitive."

This is the biggest promise Lu Zhengchuan can make.

Lin Hai showed no fear whatsoever, and made his decision instantly.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Master."

This answer, though seemingly casual, carries immense weight!

Lu Zhengchuan gave him a deep look, then turned to his senior brother Chen Wu, "Chen Wu! Go and bring Lin Hai's family to the martial arts school! Hurry!"

"Yes, Master!" Chen Wu nodded emphatically and hurriedly left through the side door.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Zhengchuan's gaze turned to the middle-aged man with the Rendan Hu who had been silent all along.

"Zhao Xing".

"Disciple is here." Sixth Senior Brother Zhao Xing stepped forward.

"Keep an eye on the guy in the black martial arts uniform," Lu Zhengchuan said in a low voice. "His name is Arimura Heiwa. He's mastered Aikido to the point of internal strength; he's a true expert and should not be underestimated."

"Understood!" Zhao Xing nodded, subtly shifting half a step to the side, his aura firmly locking onto Arimura Heibei.

After arranging everything, Lu Zhengchuan turned his attention back to the courtyard.

Lin Hai solemnly cupped his hands in greeting to his master Lu Zhengchuan and his fellow disciples. Then, he turned around abruptly and, without the slightest hesitation, strode to the center of the courtyard.

He stood still, looked up, and his gaze was like a knife, piercing straight at Yuanye Zongxiu.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap boomed in the sky, and large raindrops finally began to fall, instantly forming a curtain of rain.

The wind rises, and thunder roars.

The courtyard was filled with murderous intent in the rain.