madnovel Chapter 145 Even falling petals and plucked leaves can be deadly!
Chapter 145 Even falling petals and plucked leaves can be deadly!
Chapter 146 Even falling petals and plucked leaves can be deadly!
Gray wool blanket scraps drifted down across the open space of the factory area.
The wind seemed to stop at that moment.
Amidst the swirling gray "snow," a moon-white figure emerged unhurriedly.
Lu Cheng.
The pale white silk undershirt he was wearing, which had originally appeared somewhat oversized because he was "feigning illness," now clung to his body perfectly, thanks to his abundant blood and energy.
What's truly chilling is...
He walked through the mud, and not a single speck of mud splashed onto his snow-white socks and shoes.
"Not a single feather can be added, not a single fly can land."
Water leaves no trace, mud remains unstained.
This is the masterful control that a Grandmaster of Transformation Force has over their own Qi and the surrounding environment.
Lu Cheng lowered his eyes slightly, revealing neither joy nor sorrow, nor even a trace of murderous intent.
He was like a wealthy young master who had just finished listening to a piece of Kunqu opera in his backyard and was about to go back to his room to rest.
However, with each step he took closer, the crowd blocking his way involuntarily retreated to the sides.
In the mud pit, Song Ziqi slumped down in the warm, foul-smelling mixture of liquid and mud.
"You—you—"
Song Ziqi's upper and lower teeth were chattering wildly.
As he watched the white figure draw closer, his mind drifted to the so-called truths about "Western science," "powerful ships and cannons," and "the times have changed."
At this moment, they were crushed to pieces by this domineering martial arts aura.
He watched as Lu Cheng walked up to him.
then.
Lu Cheng didn't even lower his eyelids.
His eyes were fixed straight ahead, just like that—
They bypassed Song Ziqi directly.
It was as if what was sitting in the mud was not a special envoy of the Nanjing Customs, nor a high-achieving student who had returned from studying abroad, but a lump of foul-smelling mud and a stinking rock blocking the road.
Disdain.
This is a deep-seated, utter disdain.
This kind of disregard is more humiliating and insane to him than being slapped a hundred times in public or having a knife held to his throat.
"Ahhhhhh, 17"
This feeling instantly broke through Song Ziqi's psychological defenses.
He suddenly pulled the Browning M1900 pistol, which he always used for self-defense, out of the mud.
"Go to hell, you lowly opera singer, go to hell!!"
Song Ziqi's eyes were bloodshot, and he held a gun in both hands, aiming it at Lu Cheng, who had just walked past him, leaving him with his back completely unguarded.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Song Ziqi went berserk and emptied the magazine in one go.
Gunshots rang out over the empty flour mill, the muzzles spitting fire, and the smell of gunpowder instantly filled the air.
"Master, be careful!!!"
Shunzi and Lu Feng on the earthen slope had eyes that were practically popping out of their sockets.
In the black Ford sedan not far away, Lin Yudie covered her mouth tightly, her originally cold and arrogant eyes instantly filled with horror, and two lines of tears welled up in her eyes.
It’s over.
It's such a close distance, only a few steps.
He fired five shots in quick succession from behind.
Even if a celestial being descended to earth, there is no way they could escape it.
Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.
Under the gaze of everyone, filled with terror, despair, or sneers.
Lu Cheng, who was ahead, did not turn around.
Deep within his eyes, a golden line suddenly shone, as if a god or Buddha had opened his eyes.
【Sharp Eyes】
[Sincerity can lead to foresight.]
In Lu Cheng's perceived world, the surrounding air seemed to have turned into viscous glue, and the five bright yellow bullets that left the barrel drew five scorching streams of air with spiral trails.
It was flying towards his back, the back of his head, and his waist at a "slow" speed.
"Too slow."
Lu Cheng's heart remained completely undisturbed.
As his body swayed naturally with each step, his spinal dragon "writhed" slightly.
His shoulder blades twitched slightly.
The waistline collapsed slightly.
His neck tilted slightly, seemingly casually.
These movements are so subtle that they are almost imperceptible to the naked eye, as natural as a person walking and having their clothes flutter in a gentle breeze.
"laugh--!"
"laugh--!"
That was the tearing sound of a bullet spinning at high speed grazing through pure cotton fabric.
Five deadly bullets.
Two beads of sweat brushed past the hem of his clothes, grazing his ribs.
Two pieces of fabric slid past his shoulders.
The last one even broke the hair tie that held his hair back.
"Seize! Seize! Seize! Seize! Seize!"
Five muffled thuds followed as all five bullets passed over Lu Cheng's body and embedded themselves in a red brick wall ten meters in front of him, sending brick fragments flying everywhere.
And Lu Cheng.
Unharmed.
Apart from a few scorch marks, not a single drop of blood flowed from that moon-white inner shirt.
"Clatter".
The Browning pistol that Song Ziqi had emptied of bullets fell into the mud.
His contorted face froze completely.
The entire venue was deathly silent.
The Tianjin residents who had come to watch the spectacle, the originally arrogant White Russian mercenaries, and the overbearing Japanese ronin were all frozen in place, completely dumbfounded.
Did he dodge it?
No, that wasn't hiding.
The bullets seemed to deliberately avoid him.
"God, immortal—living immortal—"
In the crowd, an old boxer, his lips trembling, muttered to himself.
Before a true master of internal energy, before this man who has taken "sincere foresight" to its ultimate form.
Firearms seem to have truly become a joke.
Lu Cheng finally stopped.
He didn't turn around, but slowly turned his head and glanced at Song Ziqi, who had completely collapsed, in the mud pit out of the corner of his eye.
"You just said—"
"Times have changed, and firearms are now king?"
"You're telling me, in the face of modern civilization, our ancestral martial arts are nothing but a fart?"
Lu Cheng slowly turned around to face Song Ziqi.
With his right foot, clad in a black cloth shoe with a thousand layers of soles, he gently lifted it into a muddy puddle in front of him.
"Buzz!!!"
With a flick of his toes.
The [Toad-Catching Strength] within his body suddenly surged in his dantian.
A surge of powerful energy flowed along the meridians of his legs and instantly into the puddle of muddy water.
"call out!!!"
A drop of muddy water, only the size of a soybean.
Enveloped in protective energy, it actually produced a sonic boom.
The drop of muddy water left a white trail of air in mid-air, transforming into a hidden weapon that headed straight for Song Ziqi.
Song Ziqi didn't even have time to react.
He only saw Lu Cheng's toes move, and a dark shadow had already grown larger in front of him.
"Pfft—!!!"
A muffled thud.
"Aaaaaaah!!!"
Song Ziqi let out a piercing scream.
That seemingly soft and boneless drop of muddy water actually pierced through his right wrist, which had been gripping the gun, like a large-caliber armor-piercing bullet.
It not only pierced through the skin and flesh.
The protective energy clinging to the muddy water instantly pulverized his wrist bones into powder the moment it pierced through them.
A horrifying bloody hole appeared on his wrist.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his expensive custom-made suit red.
Clang.
A single drop of muddy water actually pierced through human bone, and with undiminished force, it finally slammed into a bluestone slab behind Song Ziqi, creating a small crater about the depth of a finger.
Constant dripping wears away a stone.
Moreover, it was a drop of water picked up with his feet.
Everyone around was stunned.
What kind of divine power is this?!
This is sorcery, it's definitely sorcery.
Lu Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, watching Song Ziqi rolling around in the mud, clutching his wrist and crying.
"Today, I'll teach you."
"In front of a true master."
"Your prized firearms—"
"It's not even as good as a fire poker."
The words fell.
Lu Cheng seemed to take a half-step forward unintentionally.
His figure appeared instantly beside Song Ziqi.
To outsiders, Lu Cheng was simply trying to avoid the mud splashed up by Song Ziqi rolling on the ground.
But in that one-tenth of a second when he brushed past Song Ziqi...
Lu Cheng's left hand, tucked into his sleeve, extended his index and middle fingers together and struck out with lightning speed.
"puff."
A soft sound.
Lu Cheng gently placed two fingers between the "Mingmen" acupoint and the "Shenshu" acupoint on Song Ziqi's lower back.
This finger strike, without using any external force, won't even leave a red mark on the skin.
But a hidden force had already penetrated Song Ziqi's meridians and firmly occupied his internal organs.
This is the "extinction technique" recorded in "The True Interpretation of Form and Meaning"—"Cutting off the pulse and drying up the blood".
Song Ziqi's father was a powerful high-ranking official in the Nanjing government.
In the Tianjin concession, if Song Ziqi were openly beaten to death in public, it would provoke a desperate and frantic counterattack from Nanjing, which would be a huge problem for the Qingyun Troupe, which still needed to establish itself in Beiping.
But Lu Cheng never holds grudges overnight.
He pointed down.
Song Ziqi will not die immediately.
However, the life force within him will be gradually eroded and cut off by this hidden force.
In less than three months.
He would feel weak all over, unable to sleep at night, and his internal organs would feel like they were being burned by fire and quenched by ice.
Western medical equipment in major hospitals cannot detect any problems, and traditional Chinese medicine practitioners will only conclude that it is due to excessive indulgence and deficiency of both qi and blood.
He will be like a withered tree that has been drained of its moisture, slowly dying in despair, beyond the help of even a god.
"Killing without a knife, wounding without drawing blood."
Lu Cheng withdrew his hand, but did not stop walking, and walked past Song Ziqi.
"Young Master Song, the injury on your wrist is just superficial and painful. Go back and take good care of it. Don't let the cold wind in Tianjin make you sick."
These words, tinged with a hint of "concern," sent a chill down Song Ziqi's spine.
Inside the black Ford sedan in the distance.
Lin Yudie stared blankly at the scene through the car window.
Her proud higher education and her blind worship of Western civilization and modern science.
It collapsed in the face of Lu Cheng's nonchalant kick that pierced through the bone.
It shattered so badly that not even a trace remained.
"Is this... this his true strength?"
"Without any external force, relying solely on the physical body, one can actually achieve this level of skill—"
Lin Yudie looked at the man in white who was still strolling leisurely amidst hundreds of mercenaries and ronin wielding heavy weapons.
A sense of shock, awe, and a trace of regret—which she herself was unwilling to admit—surged within her.
It turns out that she herself was the frog in the well all along.
"Fk, kill him! Tear him to pieces!!!"
Igor, the White Russian mercenary leader who resembled a humanoid bear, finally realized what was happening.
Although Lu Cheng's "dripping water wears away a stone" technique was astonishing, it was nothing compared to Igor's experience fighting wolves on the Siberian ice plains—
To the veterans who had fought in gang battles, it was nothing more than some kind of mysterious Chinese hidden weapon technique.
No matter how fast a hidden weapon is, can it be faster than the barrage of twenty Thompson submachine guns?
"Blackwater Squad, fire!"
Igor picked up the Czech-made light machine gun, pressed the butt firmly against his shoulder, and pulled the trigger hard.
"Da da da da da!!!"
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!"
With Igor's roar.
The twenty foreign mercenaries, dressed in black tactical trench coats, snapped out of their shock in an instant.
They were, after all, well-trained killing machines. Without any hesitation, they immediately picked up their Chicago typewriters and pulled the triggers at Lu Cheng's location.
Flames spewed out.
The ear-piercing gunshots rang out in unison, like thousands of strings of firecrackers being set off during the Lunar New Year.
A dense hail of bullets rained down on Lu Cheng.
The muddy water boiled from the bullets, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder.
"Master Lu!"
The Tianjin residents on the outskirts gasped in surprise.
Under such a terrifying crossfire, let alone a person, even an iron statue would be instantly riddled with holes.
"call-
"
Lu Cheng took a deep breath.
This breath was taken very long and very deep.
It was as if it wanted to swallow all the air in the world into its belly.
"Gugua—!!!"
A loud croaking sound exploded deep within his dantian.
【The Power of Fishing for the Toad】!
Moreover, it is the complete and perfected Fishing Toad Force after marrow cleansing.
With that loud bang, Lu Cheng's seemingly thin body suddenly swelled up.
His moon-white inner shirt was pushed high by the terrifying energy surging within him, fluttering loudly.
"boom."
Lu Cheng raised his right foot and stomped it down hard on the puddle in front of him, which was filled with rainwater and mud.
That accumulated, pure energy over a hundred years, and the terrifying burst of power from a Grandmaster of Internal Energy who communicates with the Qi of Heaven and Earth.
"Bang!!!"
It was as if a bomb had exploded in the mud.
The mud and water in the entire puddle defied the laws of gravity with this stomp, and were violently thrown back into the air by a shockwave.
In front of Lu Cheng, a huge water curtain wall, two meters high and ten feet wide, instantly formed.
"Ding ding ding puff puff puff."
The dense bullets aimed at Lu Cheng seemed to penetrate the mud and water curtain reinforced by internal energy as if they had entered thick glue.
The speed decreased sharply, and the trajectory deviated.
It uses air to control water, so that water cannot get in.
"My God—"
Igor's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he even forgot to fire his machine gun.
This simply defies the common sense of physics.
"May I borrow some water?"
Lu Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, and golden light surged forth.
He looked at the mud and water droplets floating in mid-air, not yet falling.
With a sudden, sweeping motion, he swung his wide sleeves forward, like two enormous clouds.
Indeed, even falling petals and plucked leaves can cause injury!
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