Lin Xing entered the garden again, unleashed his Taiqing Changquan stance and rushed toward Marshal Zhang.
Charge again and again, while Lin Xing continued to hone his Taiqing Changquan, he also gained experience in fighting Zhang Dashuai to the death.
Under the pressure of such a master who was far stronger than him, Lin Xing felt that his boxing skills and actual combat experience were accumulated rapidly. Every time he fought with all his strength, he continued to understand more truths.
Until he felt that his spirit was reaching the limit of exhaustion and the effect of training was getting worse and worse, his Taiqing Changquan had already made great progress.
Taiqing Changquan (1.2% on the second level) → Taiqing Changquan (27.9% on the second level)
Lin Xing thought in his mind: "Practice after the second level of Taiqing Changquan is much slower. I can only practice to this point for the time being. If you want to become stronger next, the best way is to rest for a while and then continue. Just brush Zhang Dashuai..."
At the same time, Lin Xing had already entered the garden and stood in front of the commander after going back in time again.
"Don't be nervous, the people in Jiangjiacun have already provided you with..."
"From today on, you are my personal guard..."
The commander looked at Lin Xing with admiration and asked, "You will be responsible for guarding my residence for the time being..."
Lin Xing stared at Dashuai Zhang closely, thinking that he would follow him every day and fight him alone.
I just heard him shout: "After hearing the Marshal's many deeds, I just want to be with you day and night, preferably not leaving."
Listening to what Lin Xing said, Dashuai Zhang burst out laughing: "It's rare for you to have such loyalty. Well, then you can stay with me."
After being recruited as a personal guard by Marshal Zhang, Lin Xing first went to get his military uniform and put it on, then returned to the room and temporarily put down his backpack and dolls.
On the way, he told Bai Yiyi about the intelligence he had collected.
Bai Yiyi judged: "According to You, being able to crush you in terms of strength and speed has completely exceeded the physical limit. Also, his ability to roar may be a sound-fighting technique similar to a lion's roar."
"It seems that this Marshal Zhang has probably completed the sublimation of at least one skill."
Lin Xing nodded thoughtfully: "As expected, Marshal Zhang has an upgraded level of combat power, which is much stronger than my heritage level."
Hone skills, understand inheritance, and sublimate skills... this is the training process that Lin Xing knows.
Among them, even if the soldier's inheritance is understood, the normal skills such as boxing, swordsmanship, and swordsmanship are still purely physical skills.
Only by raising the skills to the limit and completing the sublimation of the skills can it be possible for these martial arts to achieve otherworldly effects.
Otherwise, no matter how magical an ordinary roar is, it will not be able to make him dizzy and make it difficult to move.
After a while, when he returned to Dashuai Zhang, he had already come to the study to start working, while Lin Xing and three other guards were guarding the door.
For the next whole day, Lin Xing stayed beside Dashuai Zhang.
At first, he just closed his eyes and rested his mind. After he recovered a little, he started to assassinate Marshal Zhang again and again.
Most of the time, he just used the Taiqing Changquan to rush towards him. Sometimes he would walk up to the opponent and try to sneak attack, or he would take advantage of Zhang Dashuai to eat or use the toilet.
In the process of continuing to hone his skills, he got to know Zhang Dashuai more and more deeply.
He secretly concluded in his mind: "Daishuai Zhang is at his weakest when going to the toilet, and because of his mysophobia, the trick of throwing feces has a miraculous effect."
"Perhaps I can remember what the toilets are in this mansion, and ensure that when fighting anywhere in the mansion, I can get them within half a minute."
Through many practices today, Lin Xing also summarized this combat method targeting the enemy's spiritual weaknesses into his own combat experience, making him feel that his death fighting experience has been enriched.
In the next three days, apart from eating and sleeping, Lin Xing stayed close to Marshal Zhang and repeatedly assassinated him.
His Taiqing Changquan also improved greatly in these three days, and finally reached the third level.
Taiqing Changquan (27.9% at the second level) → Taiqing Changquan (5.1% at the third level)
The progress of Taiqing Changquan also led to the growth of his physical fitness.
Strength: 2.9→3.1 old man
Speed: 2.3→2.5 old man
Physical fitness: 2.9→3.1 old man
Feeling the newly enhanced body, Lin Xing was very satisfied, but at the same time he felt that the speed of the body's strengthening had slowed down. The improvement brought by Taiqing Changquan this time was not as good as the changes in the past when he reached the first and second levels.
"It seems that the improvement of physical quality becomes more difficult the further you go."
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At noon on the fourth day, Lin Xing was still standing by the commander's side, assassinating him.
Suddenly, a gust of wind sounded from behind him. Just as Lin Xing turned his head, he only had time to see a blurry figure passing behind him.
Then there was a loud bang, followed by a burst of flames and severe pain.
When Lin Xing came to his senses, he was already standing guard outside the study room again.
"What just... happened?"
Lin Xing recalled his last memory before his death and thought to himself: "The figure at the beginning seems to be Marshal Zhang?"
Because he died so quickly, Lin Xing didn't understand what was happening, so he simply did nothing and continued to wait for death to come.
For the next time, he observed everyone who came in and out of the study.
But this time, because he focused on the direction of the study, he turned around the moment something unusual happened.
I saw Dashuai Zhang slamming out of the study door like a thunder, and his body shot away with lightning.
In the study, a servant whose neck had been twisted fell to the ground, holding a short stick with a burning fuse in his hand.
A trace of doubt flashed in Lin Xing's eyes, and the dragon stick exploded with a bang. A shock wave swept through his body and took away his life.
Coming back to his senses again, 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."
He thought about Dashuai Zhang's movement as he flew away, shook his head, and thought to himself: "We haven't succeeded at all."
"Daishuai Zhang is too wary and his movements are too fast. This attack is destined to fail, but it will give me an advantage."
So Lin Xing simply used this attack to turn back time and complete training again and again.
After going back in time again, Lin Xing, who felt a little tired, decided to take a rest.
After waiting for a long time, Lin Xing finally saw the servant carrying explosives walking towards the study with a piece of tea.
He immediately stretched out his hand and stood in front of the servant.
The servant quickly said: "This is the tea prepared by Madam, let me bring it in."
The handsome voice came from the study: "Let him come in."
Lin Xing stared at the slightly panicked expression, but still stopped him and said, "Do you want to commit an assassination?"
The servant's expression immediately changed. He took out the long dragon-shaped tube and pulled it. With the sound of burning, he wanted to rush into the study.
The guards and soldiers around him were so frightened when they saw this scene that they retreated in panic.
In fact, with their skills, they might not be able to stop the servants and escape intact, 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 sparks on the dragon's head.
