Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

He felt that whatever choice he made was worthwhile.

The golden-red Bodhi seed had just been swallowed.

A powerful and violent aura suddenly surged forth...

The blood and qi surged through the body like ignited kerosene, causing the bones to crack and pop.

Wu Yongzhong grunted, sensing something was wrong.

This medicine is far too potent.

It wasn't a gentle tonic, but a potent and dangerous medicine...

The most suspicious thing is the violent thoughts mixed in with the medicine, which made the Black Tiger True Form Fist, which he had practiced for thirty years, really seem to come alive.

Roar……

Deep in my heart.

A faint tiger's roar echoed as he braced himself and threw a punch, his muscles and bones trembling.

The body's energy flows like a bead, its power penetrating every pore.

A black aura appeared, rising and changing on the body's surface, sometimes taking the shape of a dragon, sometimes a tiger.

Wu Yongzhong threw a punch.

A tiger's roar suddenly echoed from the hillside.

A huge rock beside him was struck by the punch and shattered into a pile of rubble with a crash.

"You have indeed broken through, your energy can take shape at will and permeate your entire body. You can even attach it to weapons and control your energy with exquisite precision. But why did you have to harm me?"

Wu Tongxing roared, opened his palm, and the spear that was stuck beside him jumped into his hand, the spear shaft vibrating.

The spear flashed out like a meteor, black energy swirling around the spear shaft like a dragon, and with a whoosh, it pierced right before the Silver Bottle Monk's throat.

There was no warning when the shot was fired.

The gun fired only when it was halfway through its trajectory did it produce a thunderous boom.

The air exploded, releasing wisps of white fluff, and the powerful energy surged forward rapidly.

It looked like he was about to pierce the throat of the monk with a spear.

For some reason, the long blade of the gun was still half an inch away from his skin when it could no longer pierce through.

It wasn't that anyone blocked it.

Instead, Wu Yongzhong controlled himself.

The force rebounded, and the withdrawal was too abrupt, causing his internal organs to tremble and a few drops of blood to trickle from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes struggled, wanting to stab, but in his mind another voice was shouting: No, no, you mustn't kill!

What did you do?

Wu Yongzhong stared at his arm in disbelief.

They dared not face their own hearts.

Because, he discovered that as he thrust the spear, he felt a sense of remorse for his blasphemous act.

He didn't want to kill the black-clad, white-faced monk in front of him.

Not only did they not want to, they wanted to kneel down and bow down.

The kneecap trembled, groaned, thud...

Wu Yongzhong suddenly knelt down and prostrated himself on the ground.

Tears streamed down her cheeks without her realizing it.

The monk with the silver bottle chuckled softly, "This humble monk did nothing. Isn't this what you so desperately sought?"

"If you seek benevolence, you will receive benevolence; if you seek Buddha, you must worship Buddha. How can you practice Buddhism if you don't kneel down?"

“This humble monk keeps his word. If I said I would pass on the Amitabha Sutra to you, then I truly will pass it on to you.”

I also said I would help you heal your hidden injuries, break through your current level, and suppress the Six Great Masters of the Capital. Did you manage to do that as well?

Have your hidden injuries healed? Have you broken through to a higher level of skill?

"But……"

Wu Tongxing asked hoarsely, though he didn't know what to ask.

He just felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity with the monk in front of him, like a son he had never raised, or a father who had passed away many years ago.

Even if he were to die on the spot, he would not allow anyone to harm a single hair on his head.

This kind of perception is extremely terrifying.

He even...

They wanted to die for each other.

“There’s no ‘buts’ about it, Yongzhong. Haven’t you noticed? The skeletal image you’re visualizing is actually my appearance.”

You contemplate the Dharma day and night, and sincerely take refuge in me, so how could you harbor evil thoughts towards me?

Today you have accomplished a great feat, attained the status of a Bodhisattva, cultivated the Dharma form, and made great progress in your cultivation. This is truly a cause for celebration.

Go forth, slay the Buddha's enemies behind you, and you will surely be free from all karma and attain enlightenment.

A mocking smile appeared on the lips of the monk with the silver bottle.

How can the Bodhisattva Shituo not be a Bodhisattva? The form of white bones is, of course, also a form.

He took a step forward, and his figure, like a phantom under the moon, descended the hillside.

After a few steps, it disappeared.

And behind him.

Wu Yongzhong let out a terrified and painful roar as chunks of flesh rotted and turned black, falling to the ground repeatedly and emitting an extremely foul stench.

The black mist spread outwards from beneath their feet in all directions.

The grass withers, the insects and ants die...

In just over ten breaths, almost all of his flesh and blood had fallen off, but his body had grown much taller.

The clothes were torn open, revealing a stark white skeleton.

The bones and joints are covered with barbs, making them look ferocious.

Green phosphorescent flames burned in its two eye sockets, making it look particularly terrifying.

……

Li Xin arrived at the foot of the hillside.

And that's what I saw.

A skeleton covered in bits of flesh, with black aura emanating from its body, came rushing down the mountain, dragging a long spear.

The man brandished his spear, and a tiger's roar shook the surrounding area.

The overwhelming power was carried by the spear's momentum; with each thrust, countless phantoms of black tigers rushed into the mind.

"It's turned out like this."

Li Xin leaped backward, his long sword slashing diagonally and sideways, as light as a falling leaf.

Stirred by the wind from the gunshot, it swayed and drifted... for a moment, it did not fall to the ground.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

It wasn't that I recognized Wu Yongzhong's signature Xingyi spear and Black Tiger Fist techniques.

Rather, they had met once before, and Li Xin was deeply impressed by the other person's friendly, round face.

Although he has changed a lot now, his basic bone structure, face shape and temperament can still be vaguely recognized.

Of course, he had heard about Wu Yongshu's abilities to some extent.

The other party was the head of one of the six major escort agencies in the capital, and was considered a top-ranking master. His skills were well-known.

With a punch, a black tiger appears; with a spear, the four seas are at peace.

Yes, this cut describes Wu Yongzhong's boxing and marksmanship.

Martial artists often like to adopt impressive nicknames and boast.

However, Wu Yongzhong, the chief镖头 (bodyguard/escort), boasted even louder.

However, despite his impressive reputation, few people said he was just boasting.

The reason is that this person's strength and techniques are indeed astonishing.

At this moment, he fired a shot with unwavering composure.

Even Li Xin's strength, when slashing diagonally at the shaft of his spear, barely managed to budge the spear frame.

I felt as if I had struck an extremely tough tire with my horizontal force against a vertical one.

The immense force first subsided slightly, then suddenly erupted.

The blade bounced backward from the shock...

The opponent's spear swayed gently, naturally forming a circle that enveloped his chest, abdomen, head, and neck.

At the same time, a surge of Black Tiger spirit rushed into his mind.

It was almost impossible to see the direction in which the spear tip would fall.

The gun speed suddenly increased, and he also borrowed several times his own strength.

whoosh...

The spear tip pierced empty air.

It brushed past Li Xin's clothes.

Wu Yongzhong let out a low growl, but did not draw his spear to stab again.

Instead, he took a half step forward, bent his arms slightly, and gently shook his wrists together.

The tip of the spear was like a boulder being lifted.

hum...

It transformed into a streak of light, changing from a straight thrust to a slanted upward strike.

He slashed at Li Xin's neck.

The wind was sharp and cutting.

With a single shot, offense and defense are seamlessly integrated. Using the opponent's force against them, it's a deadly strike.

With a single shot, Wu Yongzhong displayed the full power of a martial arts master at the peak of his internal strength.

Even Li Xin's speed and skillful moves couldn't give him any advantage when the two sides clashed.

Although there are reasons such as the spear being longer and the sword being shorter.

This also shows that...

This man's boxing style was unique, and his spear technique was almost flawless.

What's even more impressive is that this person's spear strikes are imbued with the divine intent of the Black Tiger, impacting one's spirit.

Most people would be intimidated by such an attack before even engaging in combat.

By the time he regained his composure and was no longer affected, his body had already been pierced with several holes.

"Good marksmanship."

The three-eyed deity in Li Xin's mind nodded and chuckled, its three eyes emitting a hazy divine light.

Everything before my eyes seemed to become unreal.

Countless black and white threads, and the possible paths from which the opponent might fire their guns, were all visualized in his mind.

Even the tall, skeletal frame opposite him, the rhythm of every bone in its body, and the power transmission through every tendon were all clearly visible.

His body, at this moment, was as soft as noodles yet as tough as steel, spiraling upwards around the spear.