The news of the seven Grandmasters being killed caused a huge sensation in the Japanese martial arts world.
From the traces at the scene and the testimony of some passers-by, they could conclude that the murderer was definitely Lin Que. However, the Tokyo Police Department could not arrest him at all.
Seven people, to kill one person.
In the end, they were killed instead. None of them survived.
How could they file a case?
Because these seven people were all martial arts experts, they could not even be charged with excessive self-defense.
The Chinese embassy also protested.
Did the Japanese like to bully others with numbers?
The Japanese government could only treat this matter coldly, but the family members of these seven Grandmasters were unwilling to let this matter rest.
On the surface, they also had quite a bit of power.
In addition, the Miyagi family was secretly pulling strings.
In just a few days, they had even established the Forest Kill Alliance. Not only did they invite many famous killers and mercenaries, but they also set up surveillance in the major centers of Tokyo.
It was said that Lin Que's head was worth more than one billion dollars in the underground market.
For a time, countless killers and mercenaries swarmed into Tokyo, but they couldn't even find a hair on Lin Que's head.
"So many people are looking for me. I was scared to death.”
Lin Que was waiting for the car.
He could change his muscles and adjust his height at will. In addition, he had changed his hairstyle and wore glasses. At first glance, he was just an ordinary elite white-collar worker.
Of course, he couldn't change his face.
Cao Zhengyang actually suggested that Lin Que wear a mask to change his appearance, which would have the same effect as the human skin mask in the novel.
However, he had to tear it off and clean it up every few hours.
It was very troublesome.
Lin Que didn't bring it because he thought it was troublesome. He was confident that ordinary people wouldn't be able to recognize him with the naked eye.
However, the facial recognition machine could see through it.
"Hmm?"
"You can't get in this car."
"There will be danger."
Lin Que glanced at the train and left the platform on foot without hesitation.
He had made the right choice.
When the train arrived at the next stop, someone took out a facial recognition device and checked the passengers one by one.
He could already sense danger ahead of time.
Sun Lutang's fist technique book,'Xing Yi Xu Zhen', explained it very clearly.
" The fist technique cultivates the virtual and unites the Dao. It is to transform the true intent into the realm of emptiness and nothingness. When it is motionless, it is silent and empty. As for sudden unexpected things, even if you don't see or hear them, you can feel them and avoid them.”
The Doctrine of the Middle says: "The most sincere way can be known in advance."”
"I know that there are only four people in the three sects who can reach the path of sincerity.”
To put it bluntly, the path of sincerity that could predict misfortune and fortune actually referred to having a strong spiritual cultivation base. It was so strong that one would already know before danger arrived.
During the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China.
There were four martial grandmasters in China who had reached such a realm.
Li Luoneng from the Xingyi Martial Arts.
Dong Haichuan of the Eight Trigram Fist.
Yang Luchan from Taiji Fist and Wu Yuxiang.
These four had a feeling that they couldn't see or hear.
"At the end of the day, it's about having a strong mind.”
"After the fusion, my spirit reached 150 points, which is ten times that of an ordinary person!”
"These few days, I've been fighting and killing, and my spiritual cultivation is slowly increasing.”
"I'm almost at 160 points now, and I have the preliminary ability to predict good or bad luck.”
Lin Que rubbed his eyebrows.
In history, there were some great scholars and sages who had cultivated their minds to the peak. Although they did not have the strength to tie up a chicken, they were often able to predict and avoid danger.
In the Confucian school, this was the path of utmost sincerity.
In Wu clan, this was like a cicada sensing the golden wind before it moved.
As he walked to an izakaya, Lin Que suddenly felt the skin on the back of his head go numb.
"Someone wants to snipe me?"
The others had not made a move yet, nor had they set up an ambush. They were just planning to ambush him somewhere.
He sensed danger.
It sounded very mysterious, but it was true.
Even ordinary people could predict disasters on a whim, let alone a martial arts grandmaster like Lin Que who was about to achieve Controlled Dan.
This path was definitely dangerous, so he chose another path.
Something would definitely happen if he took this car, so he changed to another car.
Or they might as well stay at home and not go anywhere.
This was the instinct of humans as animals to seek good fortune and avoid disaster when their spirit reached a certain level.
Before an earthquake, small animals and insects could sense it a night or even several days in advance.
What more humans?
However, this human instinct had already degenerated.
"If one's martial arts isn't sincere, no matter how powerful one is, it's hard to be free.”
"Especially in the modern city, it's too easy to use firearms against someone.”
"Let me see, who is sniping me?”
Lin Que walked up to the roof of the building from another direction.
Sure enough, he saw a figure assembling a sniper rifle. He reached out and grabbed the other party, shaking off the joints of the other party's limbs and pinching the other party's neck with his other hand.
He lifted his feet off the ground as if he was grabbing a chick.
It was a young man with good skills. Looking at the determination in his eyes, Lin Que guessed that this man should be a well-trained soldier and a tough nut to crack.
He was too lazy to interrogate the other party.
He tightened his grip and broke his neck.
"Sigh, why bother?"
"Isn't it good to live happily at home? Why did you have to run into me and die?”
"I don't even blink when I kill people, you know?”
Lin Que threw the body aside and stood on the roof, looking at the night view of Tokyo.
A trace of impatience finally appeared in his calm heart.
"The world is like the tide, and people are like water."
"How many people in the martial world can I only sigh about?"
"Let's complete the destiny mission as soon as possible. Although this world isn't dangerous, it's still not my world.”
"I don't have a home, nor do I have anyone I care about…uh, a ghost I care about.”
Lin Que was resting on the roof with his eyes closed. The night had passed and dawn was approaching.
He opened his eyes, and at this moment, the night sky was gone. Thousands of golden lights shone over, illuminating everything.
The entire city seemed to be lined with golden silk.
Looking from afar, it felt magnificent and magical.
He stood up and relaxed his entire body, as if his soul had been blessed, and he began to slowly punch.
There were all kinds of airs from various sects.
He did it with ease, without any order or seriousness, just like the old men and women playing Taiji Fist in the park.
However, Lin Que could feel his state of mind rising!
"Swallow a golden core."
"Only now do I know that my fate is not in the hands of the heavens."
An artistic conception surged in his heart.
All her worries were like clouds.
When the sun was high up in the sky, Lin Que finally recovered from that precious epiphany.
He relaxed his entire body and focused his center of gravity.
It reached the dantian three inches below his lower abdomen.
Not only was his body's center of gravity concentrated, but even his Qi, blood, strength, and spirit were all concentrated in his dantian.
He looked at his attributes.
Name: Lin Que
[Genre: Male]
[Age: 22]
[Constitution: 180]
[Spirit: 170]
Energy:0
[Number of Fusion: 1]
[Number of Fusion: 0]
[Current Skill: Chinese Martial Arts (Controlled Dan)]
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