CHAPTER 141: CHAPTER 142: EXHILARATING (3000 WORDS!!!)

This made Zeng Li shout in panic, "No, don’t move, don’t come over, listen to him!!"

The bodyguards who rushed into the room were also at a loss, only able to stare, glaring at Lu Ren.

"Don’t look at me like that."

Lu Ren tilted his head, revealing the action recorder clipped to his ear, and a smirk of schadenfreude appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Ladies and gentlemen, wielding guns is a major crime, even in the Martial Path, cold weapons are somewhat tolerable, but guns... in Huaxia, that’s tightly controlled!"

Zeng Li, at this moment, only came back to his senses upon hearing Lu Ren’s words, feeling the pain of the blade cutting into his neck and the chilling sensation of the blade, making it hard for him to breathe.

The earlier scare from Lu Ren almost made him wet his pants.

Perhaps outside, the Qianyin Group is famous in Shu Capital, an enormous group with annual revenues of five to six billion, and he is the renowned chairman of Qianyin Group, a top figure in the upper echelons of Shu Capital. One word from him could change many things in the business world of Shu Capital, and a mere stomp could create a shockwave.

But at this moment, he was nothing.

Zeng Li finally understood what Pengdi had always told him, that a true martial artist, within ten steps, whether you’re the emperor on high or a commoner tilling the fields, all are the same in the eyes of a martial artist.

Within a short distance, everyone becomes an enemy of the country!

Forcibly calming down, Zeng Li said in a deep voice, "Release me, and I can let you leave safely."

Lu Ren was nonchalant, "Do you think I would hand over my life to someone I’ve threatened with a sword? Have you been reading too many brain-dead novels or what?"

Zeng Li’s expression was uncertain, realizing that his side had been outmaneuvered. The person from the Security Bureau, understanding that Lu Ren had reached the Great Perfection Realm of martial artistry, had already gained momentum.

Since they couldn’t be involved, they might as well push them out as scapegoats!

"Mad, what a trick!"

Seeing the people around calm down for a moment, the raised gun muzzles lowered, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Zeng Li’s neck, his tall frame tucked behind Zeng Li, and as he stepped back, leaped fiercely toward the rear window.

With such a quick and decisive move, everyone was too late to react, only able to watch as Lu Ren crashed through the window and leaped from the third-story balcony.

Lu Ren’s body naturally extended in mid-air, letting go of Zeng Li, and upon landing, his legs sunk down, easily absorbing the impact.

However, Zeng Li, who flew out together with him from the balcony, didn’t have such an ability.

He had never practiced any martial arts boxing, and the fall from the third story was at least a nine-meter distance. Zeng Li, flailing wildly and screaming miserably in mid-air, hit the ground with his legs, accompanied by the chilling sound of bones cracking, and the intense pain distorted his face, causing him to scream miserably.

Lu Ren glanced at him, his expression remaining calm, but inside he secretly rejoiced. "Mad, this bastard, staying aloof, orchestrating life and death, didn’t expect to end up in such a situation, did he?"

Although Zeng Li wasn’t involved in the Assassination Swordsmanship school’s affairs, he was inseparable from them, at least in terms of financially supporting the training of the four swordsmen who attacked him, with funds coming from the Qianyin.

This guy can’t be killed, as his death would cause serious issues.

Besides, he had promised Zhang Li to teach him a profound lesson.

Paralysis would be more painful than death, wouldn’t it? After all, with so many methods, there are always ways to make him live worse than death.

Lu Ren rarely showed a hint of a smile; earlier, he had exerted a bit of force, crushing the central nervous system in Zeng Li’s neck to a pulp. After some time, he would lose all sensation below the neck.

He only promised not to take his life, but accidentally causing some injury shouldn’t be much of a problem, right?

Besides, as long as he submits a cut-out video from his action recorder, this person would end up languishing indefinitely.

A nine-meter high fall, if not for Lu Ren providing a slight hand in mid-air, wouldn’t have just resulted in shattered legs.

"I’m truly kind-hearted!"

Lu Ren couldn’t help but praise himself inwardly. Quick-thinking, his gaze briefly lingered on the completely paralyzed Zeng Li, then quickly retracted his gaze.

After crouching slightly to offset the impact, without a moment’s pause, he performed a forward roll to stand by the high wall, leaped up immediately, borrowed force by stepping on the corner of the wall midway, reached out his hand to grab, and flipped over the four to five-meter high wall easily.

Indeed, like those experts in martial arts novels who mastered the Gecko Wall-Climbing Skill, he made no sound, disappearing within the villa in an instant, only leaving a group of dumbfounded bodyguards behind.

It took a full three seconds, after hearing the continuous screams and calls for help from below, for the group to finally react and fall into chaos.

"Quick, save the people, save the people!!"

Rushing out of the villa area, Lu Ren finally turned off the recorder hanging just above his ear, as Zhang Li had requested. This was to classify the incident as a Jianghu vendetta. If other Martial Path schools had any objections, it would serve as evidence.

Moreover, the fate of those wielding firearms was uncertain; they might be taken as examples to set a precedent.

After all, the Security Department’s information indicated that the current Martial Path schools were a bit too arrogant and mischievous. Although they hadn’t crossed the red lines set by the country, skirting them repeatedly was quite tiring.

Firearms are a major crime!

The Assassination Swordsmanship School would undoubtedly be purged after this incident.

Once he confirmed the surrounding area was safe, Lu Ren sheathed the Yan Form back into the sword scabbard, but he still had to hold the Han Sword he swapped from the Longquan Sword in his hand.

The blade of the Longquan Sword was narrower than that of the Han Sword, so the scabbard couldn’t accommodate it. The Han Sword, used in battle and relatively long, surprisingly suited Lu Ren’s physique.

After waiting for a while and ensuring there were no pursuers, Lu Ren finally relaxed the tense spirit in his heart. He organized the skill prompts in his mind and then ignored them. For Lu Ren, if it wasn’t an increase in three-dimensional attribute points or a rise in Martial Path skill ranks, this little skill level was insignificant.

Though it did indeed increase quite a bit, it still required accumulation over time.

Exhausted, having traversed the Shu Capital throughout the night, the interception point spanned the entire city from south to north without any pauses, leaving Lu Ren’s physical strength somewhat drained.

The main issue was the intense concentration and the battles with several Great Perfectionists of Fist Technique from the Assassination Swordsmanship School, with no breaks in between.

Even though the battles were concluded in a very short time, the energy expended to finish quickly was no less than that of a prolonged fight.

Swallowing a Highly Concentrated Nutrient Pill, Lu Ren thought to himself that this level of pill was becoming ill-suited for him. Previously, one a day could meet his daily needs, but now he needed three a day.

Zhang Li mentioned an upgraded version. Once this matter was over, he definitely had to apply for it. With his current Great Perfection Realm of Fist Technique, he should qualify for an evaluation and confirmation.

Taking out his phone, he booked a rideshare. After waiting a bit, an electric car slowly stopped beside Lu Ren. After confirming it was the car he booked, Lu Ren opened the door and got in.

His over-300-pound frame made the whole car sink slightly.

The driver, a young man, turned his head and smiled, "Hey, bro, you’re heavy, it looks like..."

When he finally saw Lu Ren’s tall and sturdy frame, carrying a Han Sword in hand, with the killing aura yet to subside, the driver abruptly closed his garrulous mouth and stiffly said.

"Please, passenger, fasten your seatbelt. We’ve picked up passenger with the ending number 3720 and are now heading to the destination."

The driver then started the car, turned his head, and awkwardly laughed, "Don’t mind me, I said that because the software collects voice input, that’s all."

Feeling the car on the move, Lu Ren laid the Han Sword across his lap and, always closing his eyes to restore energy, said, "I read online that saying such things means the driver may perceive the passenger as posing a threat and, for self-protection, says this so the ride-share platform records it. It’s said that if there’s any abnormality, you press a button, and it directly calls for police assistance."

The initially relaxed atmosphere immediately turned tense, and the driver’s breath even seemed to halt for a moment.

"Ha... hahaha, is it? I really didn’t know that. I usually say this to all passengers."

Lu Ren slightly nodded, noncommittal, not saying much more.

After driving in silence for a while, the young driver softly asked, "Passenger, are you a Martial Arts practitioner?"

Lu Ren was silent for a while, still with eyes closed restoring physical strength, and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Seeing your tight outfit and this physique, carrying a longsword in your hand, I figured you’re definitely a Martial Arts practitioner!"

For the past year, Huaxia intentionally or unintentionally released stories about Martial Path through unofficial channels.

Moreover, to strengthen the nation’s physical health and holistically develop moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor education, they launched a nationwide initiative to improve the public’s physical fitness. The government had held many martial arts basics classes, claiming to promote Zhonghua culture while enhancing physical fitness.

As a result, although there weren’t many videos online of Martial Arts practitioners sparring, there were enough. Many internet-savvy people understood that those who achieve real skills are generally quite robust, particularly practitioners of some aggressive fist technique schools, where individuals’ builds are more exaggerated.

Not at all like the frail images of people like Master Ma.

And it’s true. If one seeks more immense power and speed, as well as sufficient resistance to blows, then muscle dimension will inevitably increase. Over the past year, the public has finally realized that true Martial Arts practitioners are often physically strong—not to mention broad shoulders and a solid waist, but rather, having a body full of muscles, able to swell their body remarkably in a short time as Qi and Blood surge.