Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

The rain curtain hung like a veil, enveloping the entire South Gate Outer Street in a hazy mist.

Chen Mo was pressed against the shadow of a cart on the street. Before he could even stand up, more hidden weapons flew in from all directions.

Kunai, slingshots, shuriken, and even two blowguns, as thin as cow hair, whose sound of piercing the air was almost inaudible.

This was a meticulously planned encirclement.

His pupils contracted slightly, and he spun his sword rapidly in front of him, the blade drawing a circle and deflecting most of the hidden weapons.

But two shuriken still managed to evade the net of blades; one tore his sleeve, and the other lodged in his shoulder.

"beep."

With a muffled thud, the sharp tip of the sword pierced through the uniform and pressed against the skin, as if hitting tough cowhide.

The clothes were torn, but there wasn't even a mark on the skin.

In the rain, ten people spread out in a fan shape, blocking all of Chen Mo's escape routes.

Two ninjas rushed at Chen Mo from the front, their wakizashi thrusting straight at him, the tips of their blades trembling, sealing his throat and chest.

Four ninjas flanked from both sides, two attacking from above and two from below, while simultaneously unleashing their kusarigama and kunai.

The remaining three ninjas retreated to the outer perimeter, holding hidden weapons in their hands, ready to deliver a finishing blow or intercept at any moment.

This is a small-scale combined attack formation that has been practiced countless times. It consists of ten people in a group and is specifically designed to hunt down lone enemy warriors.

"That's interesting."

Chen Moge faced the sword thrust head-on, hesitated for two seconds, and then gave up the idea of ​​summoning the shadow puppet. There were too many people, and it was not advisable to expose himself now.

Just as he was thinking this, the kusarigama on his side had already wrapped around him.

With a "clatter," the iron chain wrapped around his right arm and tightened abruptly, while another ninja's rope net covered his head, completely enveloping his upper body.

In the blink of an eye, the combined attack of the ten ninjas almost all hit their targets.

His arms were bound with a kusarigama, his body was covered by a rope net, a wakizashi was pinned to his ribs in the front, kunai were pierced into his waist on both sides, and even a shuriken flew from below and hit him precisely in the back of the knee.

Any martial artist of the same level would be severely injured or killed by this combo.

But Chen Mo stood still, completely motionless.

The chains of the kusarigama were taut, and the ninja holding them used all his strength, his face turning red, but he couldn't budge Chen Mo an inch.

The expressions of the ninjas changed from cold to confused, and then to fear.

"This...this is impossible..."

Chen Mo glanced down at the chains wrapped around his arms and the rope net covering his body, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

After taking a deep breath, he suddenly pushed his arms outward.

Beneath the ghostly skin, the Xuan Yin Sha Bone emitted a crackling sound, and a terrifying power erupted from his muscles and bones.

The chains emitted a piercing metallic groan, and the iron rings deformed and shattered one after another, scattering fragments everywhere.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With three sharp cracks, the thumb-thick iron chain snapped into several pieces, and the flying iron ring fragments hit the wall, creating deep craters.

The rope net was even more vulnerable.

Chen Mo stretched his arms outwards, and the rope net made of fine silk and steel wire tore open in the middle as if it were made of paper.

The ninja in front of him was still in a bayonet-wielding position, the tip of his wakizashi pressed against Chen Mo's ribs, the blade already bent into a strange arc.

He looked up and met Chen Mo's gaze.

There was no anger, no murderous intent, not even any emotion in his eyes; it was as if he were looking at a corpse.

Chen Mo reached out with his left hand, his five fingers like iron clamps, and grabbed the ninja's head.

The man didn't even have time to scream before his head was crushed like an egg, and blood and brain matter spilled out from between his fingers, mingling with the rainwater and flowing down his face.

The body fell to the ground.

The remaining nine ninjas all took a step back.

It wasn't that they were cowardly, but that the scene before them was too horrifying.

They had killed warriors at the Iron Bone Realm before, but they had never seen anyone withstand the combined force of a scythe and a kunai with their bare hands, let alone break the chains with their bare hands.

This is something that flesh and blood cannot do.

With the iron chains and rope net broken, the short ninja in the lead had a sudden change in expression, his lips moved slightly, and he issued a series of urgent commands.

The nine men immediately changed their tactics.

Instead of trying to get close, they kept their distance and used hidden weapons and shackles to restrain the enemy from a distance.

The four shuriken flew out simultaneously, each aimed at Chen Mo's eyes, throat, and other vital organs.

Two chain sickles swung from the left and right sides, the chains drawing arcs in the air, trying to entangle his limbs again.

Some people even pulled out a smoke bomb from their waistbands and smashed it on the ground, sending thick smoke billowing up.

They wanted to use smoke to cover their retreat.

"Trying to leave?"

Chen Mo sneered, letting the swords in his hands strike his body. He pushed off with his feet, and the bluestone pavement shattered instantly. In just a few breaths, he caught up with the nearest ninja.

He raised his sword horizontally, without any moves or techniques, and simply slashed down.

The ninja hastily raised his sword to parry, but the wakizashi was held overhead.

"when!"

With a loud crash, the ninja's wakizashi was cleaved in two. The momentum of the sword remained undiminished, slashing in from his left shoulder and out from his right rib, splitting him diagonally in two.

Chen Mo didn't stop; he turned around and delivered another brutal slash.

Another running ninja tried to dodge, but his speed was meaningless against Chen Mo.

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The blade was too fast and too powerful. The back of the blade swept across his side, and the sound of bones breaking was clearly audible. He flew out like a rag doll and crashed into the wall.

It was already lifeless when it slid down.

The third one, the fourth one.

Chen Mo's movements were simple and brutal, lacking any skill whatsoever; he relied solely on terrifying strength and speed to kill one person with a single strike.

The remaining five ninjas finally broke down completely.

The short ninja in the lead threw out two more smoke bombs, and thick smoke instantly filled the air.

Under the cover of the smoke, the five people fled desperately in different directions, not daring to look back.

Chen Mo, carrying his knife, watched the five figures disappear into the rain, but did not give chase.

It's not that we can't catch up, it's that there's no need.

He no longer had time to pursue it.

In the rain, a dozen huge black shadows were rushing towards him.

They are all shikigami.

The Onmyoji had already noticed the commotion and turned their attention to him.

The first to pounce were two dog demons, the size of calves, their jet-black fur clinging to their skin in the rain, revealing their bulging muscles underneath.

They pounced on Chen Mo from the left and right, their canines as long as fingers and emitting a foul stench.

Chen Mo swung his sword horizontally, the blade drawing an arc, forcing back the dog-like demon on the left.

But the one on the right had already pounced on him and bit his right arm.

The canines bit into the ghost's skin, making a grinding sound that made your teeth ache.

It's too tough to bite.

The dog-demon paused for a moment.

Chen Mo swung his knife backhand, the back of the blade striking its forehead with a "crack," shattering its skull.

The dog demon's body twitched twice before dissipating into a cloud of black mist.

More shikigami surged forward...

Deep in the street, at least seven or eight Onmyoji were chanting incantations and summoning spirits, and the air was filled with an increasingly heavy demonic aura.

Further away, a middle-aged woman dressed in a red hunting robe was coldly watching him, holding a folding fan with bright red runes painted on its surface.

Chen Mo's mind raced.

We can't waste time here.

Before long, the main forces in the Japanese concession will notice this place.

If he were surrounded by a dozen high-level Onmyoji, even with his strong physical body, he wouldn't be able to withstand those strange spells and seals.

We must withdraw.

Chen Mo swept his blade horizontally, the blade creating an arc of air that forced the three shikigami in front of him back simultaneously, then turned and ran.

For every few steps back, a new shikigami would take its place.

Dog demons, tengu, snake-shaped creatures, spider-shaped creatures, and even a giant centipede, seven or eight meters long, with a hundred wriggling legs, crawled rapidly through the ruins.

His police uniform had long been torn to shreds by claws, with several long gashes on his back exposing the skin beneath.

But when those sharp claws scratched the ghost's skin, they could only leave a white mark at most, without even breaking the skin.

As for the yin energy of those vengeful spirits, it was like a cool breeze to him.

As Chen Mo brandished his knife, he moved towards the Inspection Bureau, covering dozens of meters in just a few steps before retreating back into the chaotic crowd.

"Cao, bro, that's awesome!"

A burly man in uniform emerged from the side, wielding a large, demon-headed sword that cleaved a charging tengu. The blade glowed faintly, clearly indicating it was no ordinary weapon.

His gaze swept over Chen Mo's tattered uniform, his eyes filled with shock.

Looking again at his skin, which hadn't even left a red mark, he couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Big brother."

The man's voice was somewhat dry, "Your attire... is it copper-skin armor?"

Copper-plated mirror.

In the third stage of martial arts body refinement, after the blood and qi are as fine as mercury, the skin is tempered with the blood and qi, making the skin as hard as copper and iron, and difficult to be injured by ordinary swords and knives.

Martial artists who can cultivate to the Bronze Skin Realm have basically all been promoted to the Suppression Division, and very few still stay in the Inspection Bureau.

Chen Mo took a breath, propped his sword on the ground, glanced around, and confirmed that he had retreated to the control area of ​​the Inspection Bureau and that everyone around him was his own people. Only then did he relax a little.

He glanced down at his tattered uniform and gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

I guess so.

He didn't explain.

Some things are too complicated to explain.

Moreover, the title of "Copper Skin Realm" perfectly explains why he was able to escape unscathed from the siege of more than a dozen shikigami.

The man's eyes lit up, and he cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "No wonder! No wonder you were able to fight your way out from over there, brother! A master of the Bronze Skin Realm, my apologies for not recognizing you!"

Others gathered around as well.

"Hey bro, which squad are you in?"

"What exactly happened over there? Why did those Onmyoji suddenly become so chaotic?"

"You fought your way out of there all by yourself?"

......

"...I need to calm my mind first, we can talk about other things later."

Chen Mo ignored them, casually ripped off his shirt, which had become like a beggar's outfit, found a corner to shelter from the rain, and sat down, pretending to practice his internal energy.

In a corner unnoticed by anyone, a dozen dark figures concealed themselves in the rain, rapidly advancing towards the Japanese concession...