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

He turned to look at Du Zhongshan.

"Master Du, it's not that I'm unwilling to help you, it's just that my skills are inferior to yours, and I can't force you."

For the past twenty years, I have been running this association, only wanting to provide a place for my fellow villagers to settle down, but I am not inclined to forcibly intervene in other people's grievances.

If there's a reason for this, you might as well explain it to Brother Li yourself.

That's practically saying it outright.

Beg for mercy.

No one can help you.

My evaluation of Li Xin's swordsmanship was half praise and half genuine.

Praising someone is obviously an act to avoid making a mistake that turns out to be unsuccessful, as that would be too embarrassing.

The stronger the opponent, the stronger you become.

Defeat is defeat; it does not diminish one's prestige but rather brings honor.

This is the principle behind the saying "a sedan chair is carried by people."

The reason it's half genuine is because...

It was because he had never seen anyone wield a sword so skillfully.

The knife seemed to come alive.

It has its own life.

When ordinary people wield knives and swords, they are using tools. With knives and swords in hand, they are merely instruments for killing.

It may be powerful, but it is still an external thing and can never be as agile and free as one's own hands and feet.

Putting aside everything else, let's just talk about the force and the perception of Qi.

If there's a layer between the blade and the blade, the reaction won't be too sensitive.

But Li Xin is different.

His knife was even more nimble than his hands.

It caught the sudden attack of its own Five Elements Copper Coins as if it had eyes.

And the incoming force was neutralized by the clash, not a fraction more or less.

This is how you catch a hidden weapon.

So, what about murder?

Although there was no contest of strength or cultivation, it was just a contest of skill.

But it already represents a lot.

Even if I were two levels stronger than him, I wouldn't dare say I could win with such a high level of skill.

Besides, youth has an advantage in boxing. Looking at his confident and energetic appearance, I'm not necessarily better than him.

With his old bones, would he really roll up his sleeves and fight such a young man?

Isn't that just plain stupid?

They risked their own lives to shield others from disaster.

If it's for the sake of righteousness, then it's nothing.

However, the current situation is clearly not like that.

It's most likely that Du Zhongshan was bribed to send his disciples to do dirty work, and they were caught.

Everyone knows the truth about this.

Then you can't blame yourself for being heartless.

"Whoosh..."

Peng Sanyi had barely finished speaking.

The sound of wind was already rising beside me.

A massive rain of needles shot towards Li Xin and Zhuang Hongxiu.

A ruthless glint flashed across Du Zhongshan's face. He sprang to his feet, performing the Seven Stars Reverse Step, and retreated diagonally backward.

He seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; just as he was about to touch the wall, he lightly kicked his heel backward, using the momentum to leap into the air.

Once his shoulder was over the eaves, he twisted his waist and turned around, his right hand lightly pressing against the roof tile...

With a "whoosh," it swept across the rooftop like a female praying mantis.

They were about to escape the guild hall.

"I knew you'd pull this on."

Li Xin chuckled softly.

The flashing blades spread out before him like a curtain.

Countless gleaming silver needles were swept away by a single slash.

His figure swayed slightly, leaving a long afterimage.

Stepping onto the rooftops... a waterfall of sword light swept across.

wow...

Blood splattered.

Du Zhongshan let out a huge scream.

The body, which had been lifted into the air, was now divided into two parts, upper and lower.

Both legs were severed at the root.

The pain was excruciating.

He lost all his strength and fell to the ground.

Li Xin grabbed him by the neck and sent him flying back into the courtyard.

From Du Zhongshan launching his hidden weapon to using the momentum to escape, and then Li Xin slashing the needle with his sword, severing the leg like a crane soaring into the sky.

They captured him alive and brought him back.

It moved with the speed of a rabbit and the swiftness of a falcon, so fast that it was hard to believe one's eyes.

"Is this even human?"

Recent news reports that the notorious bandit, who claimed to be the best in the capital in both lightness skill and marksmanship, was completely outmatched by this young man in both areas.

Everyone was just imagining what it would be like; they had never actually seen it.

I figured it would just be a matter of being a little faster and jumping a little higher.

Now it seems that this is not the case at all.

For the first time, the title of being the best in light-footed skills became tangible in their eyes.

When the opponent made a move, all that could be seen was a blurry flash of light.

Even his eyes couldn't keep up with his movements.

At this speed, even aiming with a gun would be extremely difficult.

At this moment, everyone remembered what Li Xin had said earlier:

Let's talk about this again after dark, from a different perspective. What kind of danger lies hidden in this statement?

If we wait until it gets dark...

If the enemy infiltrates the Dongshan Clubhouse and wreaks havoc, how can we defend ourselves?

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of awe when they looked at Li Xin again.

Ultimately, experience matters.

Before they could even figure it out, the museum owner, Peng Sanyi, had already made the most correct response.

"what."

Li Xin suddenly looked up.

He was greatly surprised to see twelve or thirteen pale red lights in the courtyard merge into his body.

Recognize and value heroes.

As a martial artist, seeing a higher level of martial arts inevitably inspires the thought, "This is how a true man should be."

Even if they don't profess faith out of love, feelings of admiration and longing are still shared.

When this emotion reaches its peak, it can transform into faith.

Even though it's a bit sparse, a few mosquitoes are still meat.

With this unexpected gain, Li Xin was in a much better mood and stopped being overly concerned about himself.

“Tell me, Master Du, you don’t want the Seven Star Mantis legacy to end in your generation, do you?”

Name who's behind this, and I'll give you a quick death.

Furthermore, I will no longer harm your disciples.

The remaining Mantis Sect disciples were ashen-faced.

From Li Xin's psychic perspective, even the gray-black arcs of light on their bodies disappeared.

They have clearly been thoroughly intimidated.

Two of them looked at their master with a hint of resentment.

"It was Fujita Shinichi of Sakura Society who gave him five hundred yen."

They claimed that regardless of success or failure, as long as they took action, they would give him another 500 yuan afterward.

Thinking of my family's dire situation, I was momentarily blinded by greed...

I only hope you keep your promise and truly won't harm my disciples.

Du Zhongshan looked utterly remorseful, his face as white as a sheet.

With both legs broken and excessive blood loss, his spirit also flowed out along with the blood.

Judging from the hatred in his eyes, it didn't seem to be directed at me. Instead, he was looking towards the embassy district, his face slightly contorted.

"I see."

Li Xin nodded slightly. He could naturally sense that the other party was no longer lying at this point.

The reason he revealed the truth was not because he was truly thinking of his own disciple.

Instead, he was thinking of dragging Fujita Makoto into the mess.

I'm already in such a terrible state, and I'm about to die.

The other party instigated me to take action, but nothing happened afterwards. How can this be acceptable?

If we're going to die, we'll die together.

"I'm sorry to bother you."

Li Xin cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the people at the Dongshan Guild Hall.

With a single stroke, he slashed Du Zhongshan's neck, then turned and left with Zhuang Hongxiu without looking back.

A collective gasp came from behind.

……

"Going to the embassy district?"

Zhuang Hongxiu held the two swords, looking uneasy.

If forcibly breaking into the Dongshan Guild Hall was something she had expected, then...

However, storming a foreign embassy and capturing someone in front of a country's experts and numerous guns.

This goes beyond just being bold.