During this time, Teng Qingshan had also taught the old man the Internal Martial Arts breathing method, along with several exercises that were good for his health.
With the RR Virus approaching, the only person Teng Qingshan worried about in this life was his grandfather.
Now that the old man had learned the breathing method and some exercises to strengthen his body, and his mood had improved lately, he had a decent chance of pulling through.
After dinner.
It was already eight in the evening. It was also time for the old man's square dancing.
Only now, he had replaced it with practicing punches and breathing exercises.
Seeing his grandfather's health improve day by day, his energy and spirits rising along with it, Teng Qingshan was genuinely happy from the bottom of his heart.
After clearing away the dishes, Teng Qingshan went downstairs. He spent a while guiding his grandfather through his exercises, then took a stroll along the bustling streets.
After a few days of getting used to this body, my physical fitness is steadily improving. I've nearly recovered to the Internal Martial Arts Grandmaster realm. Next, I'll need to devote some of my energy to physical power, footwork, and spear techniques.
Without realizing it, Teng Qingshan wandered away from the crowds.
Suddenly.
An image appeared in Teng Qingshan's mind:
A young man dressed in black, holding a mysterious map.
Two foreigners in specially made outfits were lurking suspiciously outside a homestay. One of them was carrying a specially made compact firearm.
The image, transmitted from the Little Cauldron, soon vanished.
"I didn't expect to see killers here, too. I've got nothing else to do, so I might as well see how the killers in this world measure up."
In his first life, Teng Qingshan had been one of the world's top killers. Though he had spent five hundred years in the Nine Cauldrons World, his killer's instincts were ingrained too deeply to fade with time.
Meeting "colleagues" again, and in China, where firearms and violence were strictly prohibited, piqued Teng Qingshan's interest.
Besides, the mysterious map that the Little Cauldron had deliberately shown him made him curious as well.
Whoosh!
Teng Qingshan pushed off hard and shot forward like a gust of wind, racing toward the scene from the image: a homestay named Anran.
He passed this homestay every day on his way to Nanshan Park. It was already far from the city center and looked unremarkable, but Teng Qingshan's memory was exceptional. He recognized it at once.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
In the darkness, Teng Qingshan raced along like a ghost.
In no time, he had covered several kilometers and was nearing Anran Homestay.
Outside the homestay.
A tall, white man in a specially made night suit whispered to his companion, "Monkey, our target is definitely inside that homestay up ahead. Should we make our move now, or wait a little longer?"
"Big Bear, let's wait. From the intelligence we've gathered, Lu Hong may be young, but he's powerful. He's one of the world's top-ranked killers, and his Internal Martial Arts skills are especially deep. He may have even reached master level in Xingyi Fist. Neither of us is a match for him alone."
The Chinese man nicknamed Monkey narrowed his eyes at the homestay shrouded in darkness and spoke to the white man beside him in fluent English.
"The homestay's cramped, so I won't be able to make good use of my firearm. We'll have a chance of taking him down only if we work together outside. Besides, he comes out for a walk every night around nine. We can wait until then."
"Lu Hong really is strong. The organization's intelligence work is excellent. Fine, we'll let him live another half hour." The white man nicknamed Big Bear stood nearly two meters tall, his eyes gleaming with cruelty and bloodlust.
This pair of killers was well known throughout the entire underworld.
The white man, Big Bear, was naturally strong. He had also trained in Ancient Yoga, which gave him not only immense strength but a degree of agility as well. In his early years, he had dominated the underground boxing scene; everyone who fought him was either killed or crippled. Later, a killer organization recruited him, and he became a top international killer, roaming the world.
The Chinese man, Monkey, was also a top killer. Born overseas into a family of Internal Martial Arts practitioners, he had trained in Taiji Fist. His skill wasn't especially advanced, but he was close to master level. He was only about 1.7 meters tall, with a lean build—that was how he got the name Monkey.
His physical strength wasn't outstanding, but his reflexes were exceptionally fast. He was also skilled at long-range sniping and highly proficient with firearms. With Big Bear handling close combat, the pair posed a serious threat. Many opponents stronger than them had fallen to their hands.
At that moment, the two were lying in wait among thick weeds beside a narrow path. With the darkness concealing them, an ordinary person would have had no idea there were two men crouched there.
Inside a room at the homestay.
Lu Hong, dressed in black, was tapping away at a laptop.
A moment later.
Lu Hong closed the laptop, his bright, star-like eyes seeming almost to speak. "I didn't expect the Heavenly Kingdom Organization's killers to have tracked me all the way here. They really are the underworld's best when it comes to intelligence. I broke through to master level not long ago, so I might as well use the two of them to test myself."
With the Dark Hand organization behind him, Lu Hong had sources of intelligence of his own. He had successfully killed several experts sent by underground organizations in Southeast Asia and obtained a map to a mysterious Ruins. He had planned to stop in Yangzhou City to rest before returning to his organization, but he hadn't expected these killers to stick to him like a shadow.
After breaking through to master level in Xingyi Fist during that fierce battle, Lu Hong had never been more confident in his abilities.
An Xingyi Fist master.
That meant he could control almost all the strength in his body with near-perfect precision. And Xingyi Fist excelled at close-quarters combat. Even though Big Bear was naturally strong enough to throw a terrifying six-hundred-kilogram punch—
Lu Hong wasn't worried in the least. Big Bear was far too slow, in his view. Strength was useless if he couldn't land a hit, and Lu Hong could easily toy with him using his speed and footwork.
Though Lu Hong was East Asian and naturally had less physical strength, he could bring his whole body's power to bear. With his formidable martial arts skill, extensive experience with killing, and keen battle instincts, he had more than ten ways to slaughter Big Bear in a one-on-one fight!
"The only tricky one is Monkey. But in China, the most he can get his hands on is a small-caliber handgun. There's no way he could get a powerful sniper rifle. Still, you can never be too careful. When I make my move, I'll take him out first."
The two killers outside thought Lu Hong was unaware of them. In fact, thanks to his intelligence network, he had known they were coming for him long ago.
Before they knew it.
The balance of power had already shifted.
A few minutes later.
A figure streaked through the darkness.
When he came to a stop, several hundred meters east of the homestay, the figure resolved into Teng Qingshan, who had just arrived.
With the faint moonlight, Teng Qingshan easily spotted the two killers hidden in the dense weeds: one was a thin figure with a specially made firearm at his waist, the other an unusually tall white man.
Teng Qingshan felt the throwing knives in his pocket.
He hadn't slacked off on his throwing-knife practice during this time, either.
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