Lin Xing charged forward again and again, honing his Taiqing Changquan while also gaining experience in life-and-death battles with Marshal Zhang.

Under the pressure of such a master who was far stronger than him, Lin Xing felt that his boxing skills and practical experience were accumulating rapidly. Every time he fought with all his strength, he continued to understand more truths.

By the time he felt that his spirit was about to be exhausted to the limit and the effect of his training was getting worse, his Taiqing Changquan had made great progress.

Taiqing Changquan (second level 1.2%) → Taiqing Changquan (second level 27.9%)

Lin Xing thought in his mind: "The cultivation of Taiqing Changquan has slowed down a lot since the second level. I can only practice to this extent for now. If I want to become stronger next time, the best way is to rest for a while, and then continue to fight Zhang Dashuai alone..."

At the same time, Lin Xing had entered the garden and stood in front of the Marshal after another time reversal.

"Don't be nervous. The people in Jiangjia Village have already betrayed you..."

A hint of doubt flashed in Lin Xing's eyes, and the dragon short stick exploded with a bang. A shock wave swept through his body and took his life.

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Inside the study, a servant with a broken neck was lying on the ground, holding a short stick with a burning fuse in his hand.

His Taiqing Changquan also improved greatly during these three days, and finally reached the third level.

At noon on the fourth day, Lin Xing was still guarding the Marshal and assassinating him non-stop.

In the following time, he observed everyone who entered and left the study.

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Lin Xing recalled the last memory before his death, and thought to himself: "The figure at the beginning seemed to be Marshal Zhang?"

Strength: 2.9→3.1 Old man's speed: 2.3→2.5 Old man's physical fitness: 2.9→3.1 Old man Lin Xing was very satisfied with his newly enhanced body, but he also felt that the speed of his body becoming stronger had slowed down. The improvement brought by Taiqing Changquan this time was not as good as the changes when he reached the first and second levels in the past.

After being recruited as Marshal Zhang's personal guard, Lin Xing first went to get his military uniform and put it on, then returned to the room to temporarily put down his backpack and doll.

It was not until time went back again that Lin Xing, feeling a little tired, decided to take a rest.

Among them, even if one has comprehended the inheritance of the soldiers, the normal various skills such as boxing, swordsmanship, and swordplay are still purely physical skills.

Through many practices today, Lin Xing also incorporated this method of combat targeting the enemy's mental weaknesses into his own combat experience, making him feel that his experience in life-and-death battles has been enriched.

"It seems that Marshal Zhang has probably completed the sublimation of at least one skill."

"Marshal Zhang is too alert and too agile. This attack is doomed to fail, and it's a good thing for me."

The Marshal looked at Lin Xing with admiration and asked, "From now on, you will be responsible for guarding my residence for the time being..."

Thinking of Marshal Zhang's flying departure, he shook his head and thought to himself, "It hasn't worked yet."

He concluded in his mind, "Marshal Zhang is at his weakest when he goes to the toilet, and because of his mysophobia, throwing feces at him is very effective."

Marshal Zhang rushed out of the study door like a thunder and shot away at lightning speed.

As he continued to hone his skills, he gained a deeper understanding of Marshal Zhang.

Lin Xing, however, stared at Marshal Zhang closely, thinking that he must follow him and fight him solo every day.

So next, Lin Xing simply used this attack to reverse time and complete his training again and again.

On the way, he told Bai Yiyi about the information he had collected.

"What just happened?"

Most of the time he would just use the Taiqing Long Fist to charge forward, sometimes he would walk up to the opponent and try to launch a sneak attack, or he would take advantage of Marshal Zhang's meal or toilet time to attack.

Listening to what Lin Xing said, Marshal Zhang laughed out loud: "It's rare that you are so loyal. Well, then you will stay with me from now on."

Taiqing Changquan (second level 27.9%) → Taiqing Changquan (third level 5.1%) The improvement of Taiqing Changquan also led to the growth of his physical fitness.

In the next three days, except for eating and sleeping, Lin Xing stayed close to Marshal Zhang and tried to assassinate him repeatedly.

Because the death just happened so quickly, Lin Xing didn't quite understand what was going on, so he simply did nothing and continued to wait for death to come.

Honing skills, understanding inheritance, sublimating skills... this is the training process that Lin Xing knows.

Otherwise, no matter how magical the ordinary roar was, it would not be possible to make him dizzy and unable to move.

Coming back to his senses, Lin Xing was extremely surprised: "What was that thing just now? Explosives? Someone used explosives to assassinate Marshal Zhang? It was simply a terrorist attack."

For the entire day, Lin Xing stayed by Marshal Zhang's side.

Suddenly, a gust of wind sounded from behind him. Lin Xing just turned his head and only had time to see a blurry figure flash by behind him.

Lin Xing stared at the slightly panicked expression, still stopped him, and said: "Do you want to assassinate him?"

Bai Yiyi judged: "According to what you said, being able to crush you in terms of strength and speed has completely surpassed the limits of his physical body. And his ability to roar may be a kind of sound fighting skill similar to the roar of a lion."

"From today on, you will be my personal guard..."

"It seems that improving physical fitness will become more and more difficult as time goes on."

This time, because he focused his attention on the direction of the study, he turned around the moment something unusual happened.

At first he just closed his eyes and rested, and after he recovered a little, he began to assassinate Marshal Zhang again.

A moment later, when he returned to Marshal Zhang, the latter had already come to the study and started working, while Lin Xing and three other guards were guarding outside the door.

Lin Xing nodded thoughtfully: "Marshal Zhang is indeed at the sublimation level of combat power, much stronger than me at the inheritance level."

The servant said quickly, "This is the tea that Madam ordered someone to prepare. Please bring it in."

He immediately stretched out his hand and stood in front of the servant.

After waiting for a long time, Lin Xing finally saw the servant carrying the explosives, who was walking towards the study with a serving of tea.

The Marshal's voice could be heard from the study: "Let him in."

"Perhaps I can remember which toilets are in this mansion, and ensure that I can obtain them within half a minute when fighting at any location in the mansion."

Only by raising the skills to the limit and completing the sublimation of the skills can these martial arts have the possibility of achieving extraordinary effects.

He just shouted, "After hearing about the Marshal's many deeds, I just want to follow you day and night, preferably without leaving your side."

There was a loud bang, followed by a burst of fire and severe pain.

The servant's face immediately changed. He took out the dragon-shaped long tube and pulled it. With a sizzling sound, he wanted to rush into the study.

The guards and soldiers around were so frightened when they saw this scene that they fled in panic.

In fact, with their skills, they might be able to stop the servant and escape safely, but the burning explosives were too scary, and almost no one present could make a calm judgment under such a threat.

Only one person remained calm and composed. He calmly grabbed the long pipe, as if he had practiced it countless times, and calmly extinguished the spark on the dragon's head.

(End of this chapter)