Cultivating Immortality in Two Realms

Chapter 513 Taking Action

"The match begins!"

The referee chopped down with his right hand and quickly retreated. Boom!

The two figures collided immediately. John was an expert in martial arts; his fists, elbows, knees, and even his head... every part of his body seemed to become a weapon.

Master Liao, on the other hand, remained steadfast in his approach, his martial arts skills providing impenetrable protection.

"Master Liao...attack him in the middle!"

Below the arena, many martial artists, eager for a good spectacle, were shouting and gesturing. "Not bad. He combines Qi cultivation with his moves quite skillfully." Fang Qing glanced at him and immediately knew that even if Master Liao was injured, it certainly wouldn't affect his movements.

His previous pretense was rather underhanded. Sure enough, figures crisscrossed the arena.

John had already seen the bloodstains on Master Liao's shoulder. He drew his right hand back like a large bow and threw a punch like a drill, aiming at Master Liao's right shoulder, which was difficult to move.

"This is so unfair!"

"This is unfair!"

Upon witnessing this scene, the thousand citizens of the Great Zhou were filled with rage.

But in the next instant, Master Liao exerted force from his back, a flash of blue light appeared in his eyes, and he brought his right hand together, throwing a punch in return! Fist against fist!

In fact, in boxing matches, fights between different weight classes are practically a complete rout.

Given the physique of the Zhou people, they would obviously be at a disadvantage when it comes to strength compared to foreigners.

Not to mention, Master Liao was also injured! *Smack!*

But the next moment, a crisp sound of bones cracking rang out.

John screamed, his right hand hanging limply, several fingers twisted into a grotesque arc. "Haha...we're going to win!"

"Master Liao, well done!" Many people waved their betting tickets, their faces flushed with excitement.

Liao Tianxiong landed a successful blow, and his subsequent punches were like phantoms, unleashing thirteen punches in a row.

boom!

By the time the final punch was thrown, John had already been knocked out of the ring.

"good!"

The people cheered.

The foreigners in the shaded pavilions looked grim, and many had already left with their partners. "Haha...look, Master Liao won! Well done!"

Wei Yuan said to Fang Leiyue beside him, "In my opinion, Qing Ge'er is putting the cart before the horse... If he wants to find a master, this Yangwei Martial Arts School would be much better..."

Fang Qing, however, was watching the foreigners who had mostly left, and knew that there was going to be a good show.

When hunting dangerous animals, distinguished individuals would leave to avoid being splattered with blood. His ears twitched slightly, and a voice entered his ears:

"Consul Charles and President Jason have left... We can prepare to begin."

"Alright, this is a valuable sample. It's best to keep it alive, but in case of emergency, killing is permitted... Dissecting the body is also acceptable..."

"I've heard that the Great Zhou Dynasty has established a 'Department for the Description of the Abnormal,' which also houses some 'abnormal individuals.' I believe there are areas where the two sides can cooperate..."

"Thank you, thank you."

Master Liao, his face flushed, clasped his hands in a salute to the four directions. Just as he was about to leave the arena, three rows of foreign gunmen dressed in military uniforms, wearing hats adorned with brightly colored feathers rushed into the arena, raised their gun barrels, and aimed them at him.

"What? Can't the foreigners afford to play anymore?"

One student couldn't help but shout it out, but was pulled away by his companion and quickly moved away.

Even the ordinary citizens who had come to watch the spectacle were now hurriedly leaving, and most of the crowd dispersed.

"Liao Tianxiong... I am Bolt, the third-class military attaché at the consulate. I suspect you are involved in an assault case against consulate personnel. Please return to assist with the investigation!"

A military officer wearing a platinum wig and a tailcoat stepped forward. His cane was inlaid with a large pigeon-blood gemstone. He pointed at Liao Tianxiong with the end of his cane, exuding an innate air of honor and pride.

After all, the foreigners are now powerful, with strong ships and powerful cannons, and they are running rampant in the Great Zhou.

A few months ago, a rioter on a train dared to kill a gentleman. As a result, a manhunt was launched in nine provinces, and tens of thousands of people joined forces to search for him. The rioter and all those associated with him were hanged!

Meanwhile, the Imperial Research Institute noticed these "abnormal individuals" and needed a sample. They could easily take them down by fabricating an excuse.

"It's unbelievable that this yellow-skinned monkey's physical strength can rival that of the killer John."

"Indeed, he is an individual worthy of study..."

Even now, he was still somewhat shocked:

"If you want to find fault, you can always find a pretext..."

Although Liao Tianxiong had not yet refined his spirit, he could sense malice, and he knew that if he were captured and taken to the foreigners, he would not have a good end. He took a deep breath, and his body suddenly moved.

"Fire!" Bang!

A plume of smoke appeared, and countless lead bullets, carrying immense kinetic energy, rained down on Master Liao. A flash of water!

Master Liao's speed was astonishing; he managed to dodge most of the lead bullets. Only a few struck him, but none were fatal. In fact, the moment the bullets touched his skin, they seemed to be blocked by a layer of emerald light, greatly reducing their lethality.

puff puff!

Despite his injury, he moved even faster, giving the front-row foreign riflemen no chance to fire a second shot. His hands, like those of a dazzling eagle, pecked at that row of eyes!

"what!"

One by one, the members of the foreign gun squad screamed and rolled on the ground, two bloody holes appearing where their eyes should have been, their original eyeballs gone.

This double-dragon-seizing-the-pearls move was as swift as lightning. Everyone only saw a black shadow flash before their eyes, and the foreign gunmen were already lying on the ground screaming in agony.

"Shoot, don't be afraid of friendly fire!"

Bolt drew his musket from his waist and gritted his teeth.

The foreign-gun squad wasn't just the dozen or so men in the front; there were two more rows behind them, already loaded, and they opened fire!

Boom!

After another cloud of smoke, Master Liao was kneeling on the ground, several bloody holes in his body. Chaos erupted in the crowd; the sounds of trampling, cursing, and the cries of those accidentally wounded by lead bullets filled the air. A sharp cry of pain reached Fang Qing's ears.

It's obvious without even looking that something must have gone wrong on Fang Leiyue's side.

In a flash, he arrived beside Wei Yuan and Fang Leiyue, and several thugs were thrown away, their bones broken, and they lay on the ground in agony.

"Thank you... young master?"

Wei Yuan gazed at Fang Qing's unbelievably handsome face, thanking him repeatedly, yet also feeling a strange sense of familiarity with the man before him. "Did you hurt your ankle?"

Fang Qing looked at Fang Leiyue, shook his head, and raised his hand to release a beam of light.

Fang Leiyue felt the pain in her ankle vanish, replaced by a warm sensation. She stood up and said, "Thank you...you, are you a doctor?"

"No, he's just a brute."

Fang Qing placed Xiaobai on the ground: "It will protect you... Now, you should leave." At this moment, Master Liao had already been shot several times and was not yet dead. He was bound hand and foot with iron chains.

As he felt his true qi gradually thinning within his body, a bitter smile appeared on his face. Did he regret it?

There must have been some, but those who stood up to fight for their country had no regrets. It's just a pity that the foreigners were so arrogant and the Great Zhou so weak!

"stand up!"

Just as he was being forcibly lifted up, a glance out of the corner of his eye caught his eye, and he suddenly realized what it was. He saw that face!

That face that haunted his dreams, that had appeared countless times in his nightmares, and that had brought about such powerful changes in him! "It's him?"

At this point, using this group as helmsman for a year...

It's been less than a year since they parted ways at the Black Tiger Gang's headquarters, but for Master Liao, it feels like a lifetime. *Whoosh!*

The sky was dark, and a light drizzle began to fall.

In the misty drizzle, a figure seemed to float through the air, flying directly towards them. It was Fang Qing, who influenced the external world with his inner vision!

"Oh God!"

"Someone's flying!"

Bolt looked up, saw the figure, his pupils widened immediately, and then he hurriedly raised his hand: "Shoot!" Bang bang!

Guns roared, and lead bullets lost all kinetic energy when they landed several feet away from Fang Qing, turning into iron and lead pellets that fell to the ground.

Splash!

The fine raindrops fell, causing the foreign-armed soldiers to fall one by one, as easily as harvesting wheat.

Bolt remained in his roaring pose, his entire body stiff, as if the blood in his body had been replaced with murky liquid, his lips turning blue-purple, transforming him into a strange sculpture.

Fang Qing stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the panicked foreign gentlemen and ladies, his eyes devoid of emotion: "Run for your lives...wait and scream...go and inform everyone you can. I will make my way to the Imperial Consulate and the Third Fleet."

He stood aloof, like a god announcing death, letting the foreigners flee or draw their guns. But the outcome was always the same: a rain cloud slowly and steadily expanded, eventually engulfing everything… “That…was it?”

Wei Yuan and Fang Leiyue were both stunned when they saw this scene.

They ran to a shopping mall and saw the rain cloud, mixed with thunder, slowly...

And it drifted steadily toward the embassy district.

Bang! Boom!

One by one, the sniping positions began to roar, muskets roared, and even small cannons were brought out.

But neither cannonballs nor bullets could get within three feet of that person; they were all blocked by an inexplicable force several feet away.

"What is that? A demon? An indigenous evil god?"

Inside the embassy district, a foreign ambassador stared at that godlike figure, his sanity teetering on the brink of collapse...

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

But soon, drops of rain seeped through the eaves and landed on their foreheads.

The fine rain, carrying a hint of coolness, seemed to freeze their souls, causing them to collapse to the ground, turning into dust...

The Department of Explanations.

"My lord! That...that person has appeared!"

Liu Qi practically ran into the courtroom in a panic, and said to the magistrate, "Oh? They've appeared? Perfect timing, take them down!"

His eyes lit up at the observation: "Where is he?"

"They're...they're storming the embassy district!"

Liu Qi's voice trembled as he asked, "What?"

The observer smashed an inkstone down from his hand, landing it near the corner of the man's eyebrow with a dull thud, but no blood was drawn.

"You dog of a lackey! Why didn't you go and stop him with your life? If foreigners are injured or killed, our friendly nations will hold us accountable, and we'll both be in trouble!" The inspector rushed out the door and had Liu Qi take him at breakneck speed. They leaped up a tower and suddenly froze.

A rain cloud slowly and steadily engulfed a certain area. The figure within it looked like a god descending to earth!