A severe blow

  Just as Zhang Jin was about to leave the customs hall, he thought of going to the nearby taxi station to take a taxi home. That long-legged beauty named He Yue appeared again like an unscattered ghost, and her target was clear - pointing directly at Zhang Jin.

  Looking at the long-legged beauty walking quickly in front of him, blocking his way. The classical beauty named 'Xian Xian' who had previously believed in herself and stood by her side was nowhere to be seen. Zhang Jin smiled wryly: "Beauty, can't you just let it go? Didn't we already clear things up? It was my mistake, I apologized, isn't that enough?"

  He Yue raised her head, putting on a righteous expression. "Don't think that just because you can deceive Xianxian, you can also deceive me. Someone as experienced and skilled at thievery as you, even if caught, can always come up with an excuse that sounds plausible - I've seen it all before."

  "What do you want to do then? Go to the police station?" Zhang Jin was annoyed by this long-legged beauty, who kept calling him a thief and a habitual thief, his tone also became somewhat harsh.

  He Yue was somewhat displeased with Zhang Jin's harsh tone, and her eyebrows involuntarily rose as she coldly said: "You actually want to go to the police station? It seems that you're indeed not beyond my expectations, you really are a habitual offender. I know that even if you go to the police station, nothing will happen to you, and the final result will probably be insufficient evidence, they'll take you in with one foot and let you out with the other."

  Seeing Zhang Jin's displeased expression, with his eyebrows furrowed so tightly they almost touched, the long-legged beauty naturally assumed that Zhang Jin's expression was due to being exposed by her, and became even more convinced of her own inference. With a self-satisfied tone, she continued speaking:

  "Don't think I don't know. Now there are many familiar faces among the police and you habitual offenders. It's like the city management and those small vendors who pay them 'rent', a relationship between superiors and inferiors, collecting protection fees and being collected from. So forget about going to the police station, I'm not that stupid!"

  At this point, Zhang Jin became even more impatient with the self-righteous beauty and his tone became even more vicious: "What else do you want?"

  "How's that? Simple, I'll just teach you a lesson and let it out!"

  No sooner had the words been spoken than a long, beautiful leg transformed into a fan-shaped shadow and swept towards Zhang Jin's waist. This whip-like kick was several times faster than the sneak attack in the customs hall earlier.

  Seeing the long-legged beauty acting unreasonably and taking action again, Zhang Jin couldn't help but get a little angry. Relying on his high physical strength of 60 points, he stretched out his left arm to block the incoming whip kick from the left side without dodging or avoiding it. Of course, although Zhang Jin was angry, he still had some restraint and only blocked the attack without using force to counterattack. He was still clear-headed enough to know that with his physical strength far surpassing that of a normal person, combined with his extremely high physique, even pure physical strength would be enough to smash a concrete pillar as thick as a leg with one arm, let alone a human body made of flesh and blood.

  So the result of this confrontation between the two was also a big reversal of the usual arm-not-as-good-as-leg rule. Zhang Jin seemed to feel nothing when he kicked his forearm with great force, as if it were just a gentle breeze. But the long-legged beauty couldn't help but take a cold breath after their arms and legs clashed, and retreated two steps back.

  At this time, Zhang Jin finally had the opportunity to speak sarcastically: "Don't rely on your own strength being good and not talking reason with me, I'm not used to it. If you really want to fight, who will teach whom is still uncertain!"

  After hearing Zhang Jin's words, the long-legged beauty's face turned iron-green, and she said in a cold voice: "So you're an outsider practicing horizontally, no wonder you're so arrogant. However, since you're a practitioner's son, it seems I don't need to hide my true strength anymore."

  When the long-legged beauty spoke, Zhang Jin suddenly felt that she had changed in an instant. Although Zhang Jin didn't know where the change was, he felt that the beauty in front of him seemed to have become extremely strange, even, seemingly not quite human. It was like a block of ice emitting a cold mist. This feeling wasn't resolved until Zhang Jin spent several days guessing and pondering, before finally guessing the answer. This must be what they called the aura of a martial artist!

  Just as Zhang Jin was stunned, the long-legged beauty who had just finished speaking approached him again.

  The long-legged beauty walked with a strange gait, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right, her footsteps light and heavy, chaotic yet elegant, like a butterfly fluttering among flowers, beautiful and elusive.

  However, although the long-legged beauty's footsteps looked gentle and captivating, like a dance step, in fact they were as swift as lightning, and in the blink of an eye she had traversed the distance of over two meters between the two people to arrive at Zhang Jin's side. Moreover, this time it was no longer her beautiful legs that were attacking Zhang Jin, but rather a pair of jade-like hands that floated towards him like fluttering butterflies.

  Although he was confused about the sudden change of the long-legged beauty, and also unclear about the slow and elegant "flying" jade hand, Zhang Jin relied on his confidence in his own body, his confidence in the "Wulin Three Kingdoms" system, and his confidence in his actual strength after killing the "Eighteen Elite Bandits" a few days ago, and once again raised his arms to meet them.

  A pair of jade palms gently pressed on a pair of white and tender arms, without making any sound, just like a pair of white butterflies quietly landing on a pair of stone bamboo shoots.

  A smile spread across Zhang Jin's mouth: "As expected, it's just a show of force, this destructive power isn't even as strong as that one kick before!"

  But before Zhang Jin's triumphant smile could spread across his face, he had to twist it into a look of shock.

  Those jade-like hands fell on Zhang Jin's arm without stopping, and the soft arms flowed over his arm like water flowing around a stone pillar in the river, naturally sticking to his arm and sliding down towards his chest. At the same time, the place where Zhang Jin's arm touched the long-legged beauty's skin was as if it had just been sprayed with liquid nitrogen, freezing and numbing for a moment before completely losing sensation. Moreover, he could even feel a fine, yet unbroken and tenacious cold energy entering his body from the point of contact. Wherever the cold energy reached, the lighter ones stiffened, while the heavier ones lost all sensation.

  In a fluster, Zhang Jin first hastily followed the qigong route of "Dragon Elephant Prajna" to transport his true qi and dissolve the cold air that had entered his body. He then employed the "Sunflower Body Method". However, in order to maintain his so-called high-handed demeanor, his feet never left the ground. Relying solely on the 120% increase in hand speed provided by his 4th-level body method, he swung both arms to block the twisted invasion of a pair of jade-like hands.

  Resolve the cold air into the body, very smoothly. Although "Longxiang Panruo Gong" is not as good as "Jiuyang Shen Gong" in driving out the cold air, it is also a top-notch yang gang internal force after all. Moreover, the internal strength of the long-legged beauty, whether in depth or yin and cold degree, is far from comparable to the "Xuanying Yin Palm" of the two old men Xuanying.

  So, the true Qi of "Longxiang Panruo Gong" passes through the body, transforming all the cold air in the body into nothingness like withering and decaying wood.

  However, despite the smooth dissipation of the cold energy in his body beyond his imagination, Zhang Jin encountered great trouble in withstanding the move.

  To know Zhang Jin's attribute variation, but the skills he possesses are only two kinds of inner strength and lightness, and he is not familiar with martial arts moves. So when facing the long-legged beauty's strange martial arts, even if his speed is several times that of his opponent, he can only sigh in dismay.

  These jade-like hands invaded like mercury pouring down, almost penetrating every pore. With Zhang Jin's random blocking, to completely block them would require at least twice the speed.

  At last, when those jade hands lightly penetrated Zhang Jin's busy and chaotic defense, they were about to press onto his chest. Zhang Jin had no choice but to abandon the footwork he had been stubbornly defending, and swiftly retreated like a ghost. Because the distance between the two suddenly became far, and the long-legged beauty was not the legendary rubber man wearing a straw hat, it was naturally impossible for her arms to stretch out several meters long, so her jade hands finally lost their momentum and fell empty.

  About two meters apart, Zhang Jin and the long-legged beauty stared at each other in a daze.

  The long-legged beauty was full of incredulity, and her eyes widened in amazement as she stared at Zhang Jin. "This guy is not the kind of martial artist who practices external family kung fu as I imagined, but rather a practitioner of internal family true energy! Moreover, he is absolutely a rare high-level master of internal family, otherwise it would be impossible for him to relieve and suppress the invasion of my family's internal cold energy so quickly. But how can someone so young have such profound internal energy cultivation?" The long-legged beauty absolutely did not believe that anyone could completely dissolve her true energy invasion in an instant, and only thought that Zhang Jin could merely alleviate and suppress it.

  Zhang Jin stared blankly at the long-legged beauty in front of him, silently shouting in his heart: "Internal strength! Ancient martial arts! It turns out that this world really has legendary internal strength. And that palm technique is also extraordinary, although he didn't understand it himself, but he can affirm that it's not Baguazhang or Xingyiquan or any other national art, but the legendary ancient martial arts."

  Zhang Jin, although he possessed legendary martial arts due to the strange encounter of "Wulin Three Kingdoms", had always thought that his martial arts and internal skills were unique in this world. But now, an ancient warrior who cultivates internal skills in reality has appeared right in front of him, how can Zhang Jin not be shocked and stunned?

  Of course, another thing that cannot be denied is that Zhang Jin had other more important reasons at the scene. That was a few days ago when he 'killed eighteen people' and accumulated a sense of pride as if he were 'invincible'. As a result, this pride was shattered by a beautiful woman who had just turned twenty today.

  He, who was arrogant and thought he was invincible, unexpectedly suffered a small loss when fighting with a little girl who was several years younger than him. The difference between his previous and current state is unimaginable, no wonder Zhang Jin was stunned and couldn't catch his breath for a while, standing there in a daze.

  "This young girl has already reached such a level, what about her seniors? There may be many more powerful masters than this little girl. Perhaps the number of people stronger than oneself in this world is as numerous as the grains of sand in the Ganges River. Perhaps one's own strength during this period was indeed narrow-minded and arrogant."