Republic of China era: Actor? Please call me Martial Arts Master!

Chapter 45: Spear Pierces Ghost Head Blade, Blood Splatters 5 Steps

"What a pair of eyes."

Yao Hong sat up straight, and the curves beneath her bright red cheongsam became even more breathtaking.

She stretched out her hand, adorned with jeweled rings, and pointed at Lu Cheng.

"I heard you know kung fu?"

"And it's real kung fu, not this kind..."

She kicked Xiao Shengyun in the shoulder, causing him to stumble and spill the fruit plate he was holding onto the floor.

"Not that kind of spineless wimp who just whines and whines?"

Xiao Shengyun lay on the ground, not daring to lift her head, her body trembling.

He hates it.

He not only hated Lu Cheng for stealing his thunder, and hated Bai Feng for abandoning him, but he also hated that Lu Cheng was witnessing this humiliation.

But he dared not resist; he had already been tamed by the methods employed by this mansion.

"Replying to Fourth Concubine."

Lu Cheng didn't even glance at Xiao Shengyun on the ground.

"Lu is a martial arts performer who practices traditional Chinese martial arts."

"Traditional Chinese martial arts are for killing enemies, not for performance."

"If the concubine wishes to hear a performance, I, Lu, can sing a piece called 'The Battle of Changban'."

"If you want to see a monkey show..."

Lu Cheng's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Then you've got the wrong person."

These words were spoken.

The air in the room froze instantly.

Manager Zhao turned green with fright and frantically tried to signal to Lu Cheng with his eyes.

My ancestors!

How dare you speak to this "Rouge Tiger" like that?!

This guy is a ruthless killer!

However, to everyone's surprise,

Yao Hong did not get angry.

Instead, she smiled.

She laughed so hard her body trembled, and the glimpse of snow-white skin on her chest was so dazzling it made one dizzy.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Good! You've got guts!"

"I love this kind of prickly side!"

Yao Hong got off the daybed, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, and walked step by step toward Lu Cheng.

A strong aroma wafted closer.

She walked up to Lu Cheng, at a distance that exceeded the safe social distance.

She was practically pressed against Lu Cheng.

She looked up at Lu Cheng's cold and stern face.

"Boss Lu."

Yao Hong's breath was as sweet as orchids, and her voice became incredibly cloying.

"What's the point of performing opera?"

"You said it yourself, martial arts are for killing enemies."

"Then today, we won't listen to the opera."

"Let's... do something else."

As she spoke, she clapped her hands.

"Someone come here!"

Splash!

Four burly men suddenly rushed out from behind the screen.

These four men were not ordinary soldiers.

They were all shirtless, with bulging muscles and covered in scars.

He wasn't holding a gun, but rather a heavy... demon-head broadsword!

These are the four most capable executioners in Commander Ma's personal guard. They are usually responsible for carrying out executions and beheadings, and their murderous aura is terrifying.

"Instructor Lu."

Yao Hong took a few steps back, sat back on the daybed, and crossed her legs.

His eyes held an almost perverse light.

"The commander-in-chief said he wants you to be the head instructor."

"But I'm just a woman and I don't know anything about martial arts."

"I knew it. Only those who draw blood have real skills."

"Today, if you can walk out of these four knives..."

"I'm not just going to make you an instructor."

"I'll even give you another two thousand silver dollars from my own secret stash!"

"What if I can't get out of this..."

Yao Hong glanced at Xiao Shengyun, who was trembling on the ground.

"Then you'll stay here like him and be my watchdog."

Lu Cheng watched as the four executioners approached step by step.

He glanced again at the four gleaming blades.

He smiled.

He laughed even more wildly than Yao Hong.

"Whoosh!"

With a flick of his wrist, the black cloth slipped off, revealing the gleaming silver spear.

"Does the fourth concubine want to see blood?"

"Then so be it."

"but……"

Lu Cheng slammed his spear into the ground.

"Thump!"

Even the thick carpet trembled.

"Two thousand silver dollars is too little."

"You need to pay more!"

……

The air in the warm room instantly changed from sweet to chilling.

Those four executioners had clearly seen blood.

Instead of charging at him like street thugs, they spread out in a fan shape, blocking all of Lu Cheng's escape routes.

The demon-head broadsword in his hand had a thick back and a gleaming blade, with dark red rust stains that hadn't been wiped clean.

Those were the bloodstains left from years of beheadings.

"superior!"

The leader, a scarred-faced man, let out a low growl.

There's nothing fancy about it.

Four people, four knives.

They were raised and lowered simultaneously.

"call--!!"

Four sharp, piercing winds, like the sound of blades slicing through the air.

These four knives were used to attack Lu Cheng's head, shoulders, waist, and legs respectively.

They worked together seamlessly and were extremely ruthless.

This is the art of battle formation!

Without any unnecessary movements, the goal is to dismember you in an instant.

Even a regular martial artist, who has mastered the Ming Jin (a type of internal energy), would be caught off guard and disoriented by such a deadly encirclement. A slight misstep could result in death.

Sitting on the daybed, Yao Hong's eyes were wide open, her hands gripping the jade pipe tightly, and her breathing was rapid.

She was waiting.

I look forward to seeing the moment when blood splatters.

Or perhaps they were hoping to see this arrogant man kneel on the ground begging for mercy.

however.

Lu Cheng didn't move.

Just as those four knives were about to be drawn against him.

A golden line suddenly lit up in his pupils.

【Sharp Eyes】!

The world seemed to slow down in his eyes.

He clearly saw the trajectory of the four knives as they fell, and the order in which the four executioners exerted their muscle strength.

He even saw the scarred man who was slashing at his neck, and the sliver of an opening peeking out from under his armpit.

"Too slow."

Lu Cheng sneered inwardly.

He moved.

It's not about retreating, it's not about hiding.

Instead... go in!

"Buzz!"

The gleaming silver spear in his hand, like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, let out a deafening roar.

This spear was commissioned by Lu Cheng at great expense by a blacksmith. It has a pure steel spearhead and a jujube wood shaft, and weighs forty-eight jin (approximately 43 catties).

But in his hands, it was as light as a straw.

"collapse!"

Lu Cheng flicked his wrist, and the spear did not block the four knives.

Instead, it struck the scarred man's knife at an extremely tricky angle.

"clang!!"

A crisp sound.

The scarred man felt a tremendous force coming from the hilt of the knife, his hand instantly split open, and his entire arm went numb.

That heavy, several-dozen-pound ghost-head knife was actually deflected by this shot.

Not only did it miss Lu Cheng, but it also swung at the companion next to it who was slashing at Lu Cheng's shoulder.

"Third brother, watch out!"

Scarface screamed in terror.

But it was too late.

"Pfft!"

The demon-headed broadsword slammed into his companion's breastplate. Although it didn't penetrate, the immense impact sent the man flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

One move, and the deadlock is broken!

This is the discerning eye of a grandmaster, this is the control of someone who has mastered the Ming Jin technique!

Use the opponent's strength against them, and use minimal force to achieve maximum effect!

The remaining two people visibly froze.

They were scared.

This isn't human work! This is divine intervention!

But Lu Cheng didn't give them a chance to hesitate.

"It not only distinguishes between superior and inferior, but also determines life and death."

"Now that you've drawn your sword, don't even think about leaving standing up."

Lu Cheng turned around and swept his spear horizontally.

"Sweep through the enemy ranks!"

This sweep carried the sound of wind and thunder.

The gun barrel bent into a blur, striking the two men hard in the waist.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two crisp cracking sounds—the sound of bones breaking.

The two burly men, as if struck by an elephant's trunk, screamed and flew out, crashing heavily onto the antique display shelves on either side.

It all came down in a blur.

Expensive porcelain pieces were shattered on the ground.

It took no more than three breaths.

The four ruthless executioners lay on the ground, groaning incessantly.

Lu Cheng remained standing in the same spot.

His long robe remained intact, and his demeanor remained unchanged.

Only on the tip of that gleaming silver spear, a drop of blood, whose origin was unknown, dripped.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Manager Zhao huddled in the corner, completely terrified.

Xiao Shengyun, who was on the ground, buried his head in his crotch and didn't dare to look at anything.

Yao Hong, lying on the daybed, had a droopy look in her eyes, and the pipe in her hand fell to the ground.