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

This person stood firmly beside Magistrate Yang...

Judging from his strong physique and powerful energy, he must be a martial arts master, a close bodyguard.

I wonder if they were invited or members of the Yang family?

Another person, dressed in black, had just run into the courtyard, beads of sweat still on his forehead. His face was filled with terror.

"Lord Yang, Master, this man killed Commander Lin and two captains, and scattered the Flower Market garrison. Even the Mad Saber of the Northwest, Feng Hou, died by his spear. I didn't know he was chasing us..."

Being chased all the way to the employer's house was, for the tall, thin man, the biggest mistake he could make.

It's a bit embarrassing to talk about it now.

"It's not your fault. Even without your guidance, I can still find the Yang family. Go in peace."

Li Xin offered him a word of comfort.

The shot, swift as lightning, pierced the man's heart from behind.

The tip of the gun protruded from his chest.

Everyone who saw it was shocked.

“The man surnamed Yang must die. The money and people he forcibly seized from his family should be distributed. As for the rest, if they leave now, I may spare their lives.”

"presumptuous."

Judge Yang was so angry that his face turned red.

His eyes were filled with extreme fear and rage.

"Master Zhang, please capture this thief, no, kill him on the spot."

"All of you, get up here!"

Yang Tongpan's hoarse voice was particularly grating.

With a shout of curses.

Master Zhang didn't move, but the other servants and guards rushed forward with shouts.

"They won't give up until they reach the Yellow River."

Li Xin was too lazy to say more.

He brandished his spear and charged in.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle...

In silence.

The screams were incessant.

Within just a dozen breaths, more than twenty people had collapsed in the arena.

The only servant who remained standing survived because he was too slow to react and didn't rush forward.

A whole group of people fell down in front of them.

His legs gave way and he collapsed into a pool of blood, trembling all over, too afraid to move...

"Such ruthless methods, such a cruel heart."

The tall, red-faced old man holding the iron gall bladder suddenly spoke.

The two iron darts in his hands were already being fired out with a whoosh, one in front of the other.

It dodged and struck Li Xin in the chest.

"too slow."

Li Xin strode forward.

Two gleaming iron balls seemed to pass through his body.

It struck the courtyard wall, blasting two deep holes in it.

"I am Zhang Shijie from the Friends Escort Agency, and my senior brother is Song the Divine Fist. I wonder if you are the young brother..."

"I don't care who you are, take three shots from me and I'll spare your life."

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Chapter Forty-Three: Good Advice Is Hard to Come By, May You Rest in Peace

Li Xin inhaled deeply, causing the spear in his hand to vibrate and hum, its blade seemingly ablaze with flames.

A glint of cold light, like a star's flame, pointed towards the tall old man's throat.

There are no other fancy tricks, just speed, unparalleled speed.

Just as I saw Li Xin holding his spear to his chest, the next moment, the sharp wind was already piercing my bones.

"Young people who are too impetuous are prone to premature death."

The old man remained calm and unhurried. He took a half step back, circled his head with his hands, and the tiger-head broadsword was already in front of him from his back.

His movements were slow; in fact, he was a full beat slower than Li Xin.

However, the parry distance is short, and the angle is precise...

Just as the tip of the gun was about to touch the skin, it struck the blade.

A flash of cold light streaked past, and a sharp gust of wind swept across the side of her neck, leaving a red mark.

Li Xin advanced and thrust forward, but missed his target. He withdrew his spear and retreated, moving with lightning speed.

With the spear tip pointing diagonally at the ground, watching the drop of blood flowing from the cut on the red-faced old man's neck, he didn't rush to attack again, but simply shook his head and said softly, "If you're not hot-blooded, are you still a young man?"

Senior, your swordsmanship is truly exquisite, and your strength is mature and seasoned. You are not far from being able to activate and spread your strength throughout your body.

If you were to shut yourself in and diligently practice, there would be hope of making further progress. So why are you working so hard for this corrupt official?

"As long as you stop and leave, we can pretend this never happened."

He acted too hastily due to his anger.

He couldn't be bothered to listen to what the tall old man was saying.

He dismissed all their arguments as utter nonsense, thinking that anyone who dared to attack him was an enemy, and he would simply slaughter them.

Only then did he realize what was happening.

What exactly does the other party mean by saying "My senior brother is Divine Fist Song"?

Song Zhichao, the Divine Fist Master, is the leader of the Huiyou Society and the chief镖头 (bodyguard/escort). He is also one of the six masters of the two sects in the capital, as mentioned by Zhuang Hongxiu.

He was as famous as Wang Wu, the Great Swordsman, and his own master, and was known as the one with unparalleled boxing skills.

It's not that the old man was particularly powerful.

No matter how powerful he is, if it really comes down to a fight, Li Xin isn't necessarily afraid of him.

My strength is improving rapidly every day, although I am still no match for a grandmaster-level expert at the Six Absolutes level.

If you really get into a fight, you can only run and fight, running away while the opponent chases you.

But it won't be long before they're on the offensive and have the upper hand, and then they won't have to worry about anyone anymore.

The problem is, Huiyou Escort Agency has a pretty good reputation.

Especially the legendary Master Song, who was highly respected.

Generally speaking, if you can give him face, you should.

"Haha, a toad yawning, what a boastful tone. Kid, you're only good because you're fast; your marksmanship is really lousy."

Our escort agency has always operated this way: we take money and solve problems for people.

"No matter who you belong to, with me here today, you can forget about killing Lord Yang."

The red-faced old man narrowed his eyes into slits, staring intently at Li Xin.

He felt relieved when the blade grazed his neck, leaving only a small cut.

His gaze swept over his prized disciple, who had been pierced through the back by a spear and lay in a pool of blood, and a burning killing intent surged within him.

While he was secretly alarmed by the masked little man's surprisingly fast movements as he charged at him, he wasn't entirely without confidence in his ability to defend himself.

He thought that as long as he guarded his position and did not seek to achieve nothing but to avoid making mistakes, he would surely make the other party leave empty-handed.

Once we find his whereabouts, we'll gather more people to avenge our disciple.

"Alright, may Senior Zhang rest in peace."

It's hard to persuade a damn ghost with good words.

Li Xin nodded and said nothing more.

With a flicker, he vanished into thin air like a ghost.

Not only did Zhang Shijie not see how he disappeared right under his nose, but neither did the magistrate Yang Wenhan, who was not far away, nor the servants of the Yang family who were peeking out from the backyard of the main hall.

In the flickering firelight, when a real figure came into view, Zhang Shijie turned and swung his sword, the wind of the blade howling as he spun rapidly close to the body.

Just moments ago, the flash of the blade was like a dragon coiling and a tiger roaring.

The next moment, all his movements stopped.

A crimson spearhead had already emerged from the throat.

The gun pierced through the back of the neck, going straight through.

As fast as a silver thread...

By the time they saw it, it was already too late; blood had been drawn and the throat was sealed.

"Cuckoo..."

Zhang Shijie wanted to turn his head to look behind him.

But no matter what, I couldn't change it.

His eyes were wide open, staring intently ahead, unable to close them.

"Out of control."

Li Xin drew his spear with a backhand motion, twirling it to the side and flicking away a spray of blood. He sneered, "Even the most exquisite moves require similar speed to be effective. Did you really think brute force could overcome all techniques?"

The initial probe shot was blocked because Li Xin did not use his full strength.

He exerts only three-tenths of his strength, while reserving seven-tenths for adaptability.

In other words, with an agility rating of 40, he actually only performed at a level of 33 to 34.

Of course, even with this level of agility, enhanced by the [lightness] characteristic, it is still extremely fast.

Even if the red-faced old man Zhang Zhijie had mastered the Yi Jin Jing and Du Jing techniques, he was only one step away from spreading his internal energy. His agility would not exceed 30 points at most. Logically speaking, he should be unable to block or avoid the attack.

After all, he didn't practice boxing that pursued speed and agility, but rather followed a middle path that combined strength and skill.

This level of agility is naturally much slower than Li Xin's.

However, a life-or-death struggle is not as simple as comparing numbers.

Otherwise, the weak will never be able to defeat the strong.

Those who are slow will always be defeated by those who are fast.

That's certainly not the case.

This is the effect of force rather than technique in boxing.

It can overcome speed with slowness and defeat strength with weakness.

Li Xin's spear thrust was direct, and the blade traveled a greater distance.

Zhang Shijie, on the other hand, could simply swing his blade slightly to deliver a horizontal strike, requiring only a short distance.

With their moves, skills, and positioning.

Even if there's a significant speed difference, it's not impossible to stop them; there's still a chance to find a sliver of victory.

After their weapons clashed, Zhang, the bodyguard, immediately realized that apart from speed, Li Xin's strength and skillful techniques were not necessarily superior to his own.

His confidence soared on the spot, and he immediately made some harsh remarks.