inspire-indiana Chapter 55 Instant Kill of the Ultimate Ming Jin!
Chapter 55 Instant Kill of the Ultimate Ming Jin!
"I misjudged him."
Lu Cheng's heart stirred slightly.
Unexpectedly, such an old dragon was hidden among this rabble.
No wonder the Fengtian regime dared to be so arrogant in Beiping; they had some trump cards up their sleeves.
Zhang Xiaolin was also completely bewildered; he himself didn't know that there was such a person in the team.
"Is this the end?"
Lu Cheng smiled.
He looked at the old man with no fear in his eyes, but rather a more ferocious fighting spirit rising within him.
"If you had stepped forward when my apprentice got lime in his eyes, I would respect you as a senior."
"Now you're jumping in to act as a peacemaker?"
"It's too late."
Before he finished speaking, Lu Cheng made a move.
This time, it was no longer the indiscriminate slaughter like before.
He truly unleashed his full power!
The spinal dragon trembled violently, emitting a series of crackling sounds like firecrackers exploding.
Muscles and bones resonate in unison!
"roar--!!"
A deep, terrifying roar exploded from the depths of Lu Cheng's chest.
Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound!
At that moment, everyone had a misconception.
It was as if they were seeing a different person than they were seeing themselves.
Instead, it was a magnificent tiger that seemed to have stepped out of a traditional Chinese ink painting, roaring as it charged down the hillside amidst a blizzard and a menacing aura.
Xingyi... Tiger Form!
And it's... Hupu!
That kind of momentum was extremely powerful and extremely domineering.
It was as if, in front of him, not only an old man, but even a mountain would be shattered by his pounce.
The old man in gray, whose expression had been calm, changed completely in that instant.
That was horror.
It is fear.
"This aura... how is this possible?!"
He only had time to cross his arms and assume a defensive "cross-hands" stance, trying to withstand the attack.
He was confident that with his decades of internal strength training, even though his blood and energy were waning, he could still withstand the onslaught of a young man.
however.
He was wrong.
That's completely wrong.
"Bang--!!!"
A deep, muffled bang shook the entire Guanghe Building.
Lu Cheng slammed his palms hard onto the old man's arms.
In that instant, the old man felt as if he had been hit by a speeding train.
His prized internal energy defense was like paper in the face of Lu Cheng's overwhelming, peak-level, even beyond-limit, external energy power.
"Snap!!"
A crisp sound of bones breaking.
The old man's arms were broken off and bent at bizarre angles, with white bones protruding.
But this force is not over yet.
Yu Jin slammed into his chest through his severed arm.
"puff--!"
The old man coughed up a mouthful of blood, which was mixed with pieces of broken internal organs.
He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, flying more than ten meters away and crashing heavily into the signboard that read "Fengtian Official Opera Troupe".
"Snap!"
The signboard was torn to pieces.
The old man slid to the ground, his chest caved in, and it was clear that he was exhaling more than he was inhaling.
His eyes widened as he stared intently at Lu Cheng, blood gushing from his mouth as he roared in disbelief.
"Perfect...complete?!"
"Xingyi Tiger Form... You've actually mastered a martial art to perfection?!"
"This...how is this possible..."
"How old are you...?"
His head lolled to the side, and he died.
A hidden master of internal strength was killed head-on by Lu Cheng in a single move!
This is... the perfect tiger form!
This is the invincible fist intent that Lu Cheng honed through countless micro-adjustments using the "Fiery Eyes of Truth"!
The entire venue was deathly silent.
Everyone gaped, as if someone had grabbed their necks, and they even forgot to breathe.
That's a kill in seconds!
A master of unfathomable skill was defeated in a single move?
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!"
Zhang Xiaolin, lying on the ground, finally broke down.
His extreme fear of death drove him to lose his mind.
"Go to hell, go to hell!!"
He suddenly pulled the mirrored box that he hadn't dared to take out from his waist.
The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at Lu Cheng.
The distance is less than five steps!
"Master Lu, be careful!!"
Lu Feng and Shunzi on the stage, along with Lieutenant Li on the second floor, all screamed in terror.
In the private room on the second floor, Yao Hong also suddenly stood up, her face deathly pale.
Seven paces away, the gun is swift.
Within seven steps, the gun is both fast and accurate!
At such close range, even a god would have a hard time avoiding it!
"Bang!"
A shot rang out.
A burst of fire shot out from the muzzle of the gun.
Everyone instinctively closed their eyes, unable to bear witnessing the horrific scene of blood splattering everywhere.
In the corner of the private room on the second floor.
A middle-aged man in a long robe, who had been observing silently without showing himself, suddenly stood up.
He was the president of the Beiping "Simin Martial Arts Society" and a disciple of Liu Dekuan, a direct descendant of the Xingyi School.
He's a true expert.
"It's over."
He sighed inwardly.
however.
next second.
The expected thud did not occur.
Lu Cheng remained standing in the same spot.
He didn't even move his feet an inch.
He simply tilted his head slightly.
The bullet that was supposed to pierce his brow grazed his temple and ear, flying past with a whoosh.
A few strands of black hair slowly drifted down.
On the red-lacquered pillar behind him, there was a deep, bottomless bullet hole, still emitting blue smoke.
"..."
Zhang Xiaolin's hand, which was holding the gun, froze in mid-air.
His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared at the unharmed Lu Cheng, looking as if he'd seen a ghost. He made a "hehe" sound but couldn't utter a word.
Did you...dodge it?
How is that possible?
Is this even human?!
Lu Cheng slowly turned his head, and his eyes, now activated with the [Fiery Eyes of Truth], shone with golden light, as if a god were looking down upon ants.
The instant Zhang Xiaolin pulled the trigger.
In his eyes.
The contraction of Zhang Xiaolin's finger muscles, the firing pin, the explosion of gunpowder, the bullet leaving the barrel...
All of this was as clear as if it were played in slow motion.
He doesn't need to be faster than a bullet.
He only needed to be faster than Zhang Xiaolin's fingers, faster than his killing intent!
In a private room on the second floor.
The president of the Simin Martial Arts Club was gripping the railing tightly with both hands, his fingernails digging into the wood.
His usually composed face was now filled with horror.
"Dodge bullets..."
"The cicadas sense the autumn wind before it even blows..."
"See no danger, hear no danger; sense danger and avoid it!"
"This...this is the 'Way of Utmost Sincerity' that can only be attained by those who have mastered the hidden strength and even touched the threshold of the transformation strength!"
"Such a young master of internal energy?!"
"Impossible... Even the few reclusive martial arts geniuses of the Central Plains could never possess such cultivation at this age!"
"Just who is this Lu Cheng?!"
"No, this is too serious. We must send a message back to Tianjin and the Martial Arts Alliance immediately!"
……
downstairs.
Lu Cheng ignored the horrified looks on the faces of those around him.
He took a single step, instantly covering the distance of five steps.
They went straight up to Zhang Xiaolin.
He reached out and grasped the scorching hot barrel of the gun.
With a little force.
"Squeak—"
The German-made mirror-finish gun case, crafted from high-quality steel, was deformed in his hands like a lump of clay, its barrel bent into a piece of scrap metal.
"gun?"
Lu Cheng casually tossed the broken gun on the ground.
"In your hands, it's just a fire poker."
He raised his hand.
Without any pity, without any hesitation.
He slapped down with his palm.
"puff!"
A section of Zhang Xiaolin's skull collapsed instantly.
He bled from all seven orifices and died on the spot.
This is the end.
The official opera troupe of Fengtian was completely wiped out, except for a few cripples lying on the ground with severed limbs and groaning in pools of blood.