msmithbooks Chapter 80 I Was Scared
Chapter 80 I Was Scared
The newcomer was dressed in a white robe with specks of blood on it, as delicate and unassuming as a plum blossom.
Wearing a red and white mask, it is a lively and spirited image of the opera character Nezha, the Third Prince.
In the center of the mask, however, was a gaping, blood-red mouth that seemed to be mocking.
They mocked the world and all living beings.
"Li Xin..."
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
Li Xinyi appeared.
Yagyu Hakuro immediately took three steps back.
When he realized his behavior was inappropriate, he quickly took another step forward and shouted sternly, "Who allowed you to barge in? This is the embassy district, a sacred and inviolable place. How dare you..."
Li Xin didn't look at him, but at Zhang Mingyuan, and smiled, "Master Zhang, your book on taking the martial arts exam is still on my desk. After reading it, I have indeed gained a lot."
I had intended to visit her these past few days, but unfortunately, my senior sister is a very busy person and doesn't have any free time right now.
I never imagined that my actions would cause you so much distress.
"Nezha, the Third Prince?"
Zhang Mingyuan stopped howling, glanced at Li Xin hesitantly, and looked at him with a strange expression.
It didn't seem like they saw a savior; rather, they seemed to feel a subtle sense of rejection.
Li Xin was surprised. Looking through his spiritual perspective, he discovered that the radiance emanating from the old scholar was actually grayish-black.
Although it was less dark than the other Japanese soldiers in the yard, it was still a grayish-black color.
"So, you think I made a mistake by killing those corrupt bureaucrats?"
A thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately understood.
"With your exceptional skills, you have no desire to serve your country. Instead, you have turned against the court, killing officials and rebelling. I, Zhang, am ashamed to be associated with you."
Zhang Mingyuan used foul language.
Li Xin suddenly laughed, "No wonder, you were still a garrison officer even after you retired. Your temper is really not that great."
Okay, so you say I made a mistake by killing the official... Well then, what about these little Japanese devils in front of us? Killing them wouldn't be wrong, would it?
"These people are envoys from other countries. Killing them would probably put the court in a difficult position."
"I'd better report their actions to the authorities; the court will surely stand up for me."
"So that's what you think. Well then, you may leave now."
Li Xin only asked a couple of questions before he understood what kind of person this old martial arts graduate named Zhang Mingyuan really was.
I thought he was a real man because he seemed quite spirited.
As a result, he was a lackey who had been kneeling for too long and couldn't stand up.
"Haha, look, he's even speaking up for us!"
Yagyu Hakuro's expression was both strange and amusing, and he burst into laughter.
"Is it that funny? Don't laugh next time."
Li Xin moved slightly.
“Puff…”
A flash of silver light.
Liu Sheng Bailang laughed, then froze, howling in pain, "You, how dare you?"
A bright silver dragon spear had pierced his chest, and as blood gushed out, his eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.
He was completely unprepared and didn't even draw his knife.
Now I don't have the strength to draw my sword.
"Aren't you afraid your imperial court will punish you?"
Li Xin shook his head: "I thought you little devil had some knowledge before, but I didn't expect that you were just talking big and didn't take it seriously."
You said many things correctly, but there's one thing you said wrong. "You, a mere servant, are incapable of becoming the top martial arts scholar," I said.
"Kill him, kill him."
Yagyu Hakuro is remarkably good at enduring pain.
Even with a spear piercing his chest, he could still shout out.
Toyama Hirakawa charged forward with a wild roar, arms outstretched, lunging forward madly.
This man was tall and strong, with arms as thick as an elephant's; I don't know how he ate so much fat.
Ironically, this fat was also quite strong.
As he exhaled and spoke, the flesh on his body turned bluish-black and vibrated in layers.
Li Xin had no doubt that with his current physique, if this guy were to hug him, he would likely break his bones and tendons.
Techniques like Heaven and Earth Reversal, Earth Thunder Shock, and Mountain of Storms flashed through his mind.
Although I am not afraid.
He had no interest in engaging in hand-to-hand combat.
The wind was blowing in my face.
His body remained still, but his feet slid backward, drifting away like a ghost.
Toyama Hirakawa swung his fist into the air, his hands crossed and raised high, his front leg forming a bow and his rear leg transforming into an arrow...
With a whoosh, he charged forward and slammed his fists down.
boom……
This move was only halfway through.
A flash of blood appeared before his eyes.
puff!
A cold glint had pierced his throat; the spear tip went straight through his throat and emerged from the back of his neck.
"With skills like this, you think you can become the top martial arts champion? Where's your brain?"
Li Xin sneered.
He was clearly carrying a long spear in his hand and a revolver at his waist.
He actually attacked with his bare hands.
This is no longer a question of intelligence; it's about being used to fighting this way.
Could it be that these famous masters or martial arts experts in the capital would really throw away their weapons and fight him with their fists?
That's true.
Li Xin thought about it for a moment, and then suddenly understood.
It seems that at this time, masters and experts do indeed care a lot about face.
Furthermore, follow the rules.
I would never fight someone empty-handed while armed.
It would only mean shooting someone else's gun with your bare hands.
Leaving aside others, let's talk about my own master, Cheng Yuanhua.
That's how it's done.
He would go bare-handed to fight against the enemy's gun formation, and then get focused by dozens of guns.
Biu, biu, biu...
That's just how absurd it is.
Why didn't you run away?
Li Xin looked at the short, thin Japanese soldier next to him with a strange expression.
The man was about thirty years old, with a calm expression, as if he were very confident.
"There's no escaping it. I saw you crush that convoy with my own eyes, and I know I'm no match for you."
Even Gao Tianyun's lightness skill couldn't escape your pursuit, so how could I possibly escape?"
Wuyin Meisan's voice was bitter, "Since you showed up and killed Yagyu Hakuro, I'm afraid there won't be a single living person left in this courtyard. However, if you'd like to heed my advice, you might as well listen to what I have to say."
Yagyu Hakuro can die, but Yun Tian Xiao Si cannot; he is Ito-sama's nephew.
If anything happens to him, you will have no place to stand in this capital city of China.
Even if they hid deep in the mountains and forests, going anywhere else would only lead to certain death.
As he spoke, he pointed to the low trellis and flower stand beside him...
Under the flower stand, there was a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old, who was hunching over and trembling.
His face was deathly pale; it was unclear whether he was wearing stage makeup or if he was simply bloodless.
As Li Xin turned his head to look,
Wu Yinming moved.
With a slight flick of his little finger, a black pistol slipped from his sleeve and landed in his palm.
With a gentle flick of his thumb, he had already pinpointed Li Xin's location.
Press down with your index finger at the same time.
"Smack..."
Just before the index finger begins to exert force.
His head suddenly jerked back.
A bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows.
"Oh dear, your marksmanship isn't that great either? At least, your shooting speed can't match mine."
Li Xin raised his left hand to his mouth, blew out the smoke, and put the revolver back into his waistband.
He glanced coldly at Wu Yinming San and shook his head.
To engage in such psychological warfare under the influence of "Void Reflection" is to underestimate oneself.
He's clearly a cautious and sensible Japanese soldier, so why did he have to be so foolish?
Wouldn't it be better to just honestly commit suicide?
They insisted on putting up a desperate resistance.
"I refuse to believe this nonsense. Let's see how you manage to make it impossible for me to stay in the capital."
They even forced me to run into the deep mountains and forests. Am I just easily scared?
Li Xin, carrying a long spear, walked up to the fair-skinned, powdered young man.
Amidst the screams of the victim, he was stabbed to death like a pig being slaughtered.
Immediately afterwards, he walked around the exquisite courtyard, wiped out the Japanese soldiers, packed up a bundle, and went back into the courtyard.
"You are very old-fashioned, and I don't like you at all."
But seeing that you had quite a bit of spirit before, I won't do anything to you.
If you want to live, you'd better sew your mouth shut... You've never been here before."
Li Xin said a few words.
Regardless of what the old scholar Zhang Mingyuan was thinking, he didn't look at him again, jumped over the wall, and disappeared in an instant.
Although we are both Chinese.
Since we weren't on the same path, I didn't bother to say anything more to him.
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