Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Each era has its own themes and backgrounds.

The theme and background of the original era of this world should have been war and the rise of countries. In this troubled times, all walks of life have sprung up, presenting an alternative illusion of prosperity.

But things are different now.

Martial arts does not have the strength to speak in front of machine guns, but magic does. The sun is high in the sky, and even one tenth billionth of the power is enough to change the pattern of the entire earth.

Lincoln had not planned to do this, but now he changed his mind.

The golden chains that seemed to block the space were slowly lifted, and the energy pressure everywhere gradually faded away, but the people kneeling on the ground did not dare to move rashly.

It wasn't until Lincoln waved his hand that they walked out of the door as if they were mourning for their heirs.

Lincoln did not ask them to give an answer right away, but this also eliminated the possibility of them being submissive. Action is the answer, either life or death.

In the room, seeing several people leaving, Zheng Shanao breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Lincoln: "Master Lin, are you planning to make a big move?"

"Yes." Lincoln nodded calmly: "Originally, I just wanted to wander around in this world, but now it seems that studying arts, martial arts or even literature can't change the world."

"Fighting violence with violence is the best way... and the simplest way."

Zheng Shanao looked at Lincoln and pondered for a moment: "Are you going to teach your skills to foreigners? How many people are you going to recruit?"

"It's not decided yet." Lincoln chuckled: "Power is not good or bad, but people do. I have to make sure that people who have gained power will not do evil, at least not now."

"I know some people from the dojo." Zheng Shanao pondered for a moment and said: "In terms of fighting ability, they are not necessarily better than martial arts practitioners, but those who can meditate in the mountains should not be much different in character and character. Otherwise,

I’ll put you in touch.”

When you treat others with courtesy, you must ask for something.

Lincoln did not expand on this topic, but looked at Zheng Shan and laughed proudly: "You want to learn too?"

Zheng Shanao was startled for a moment, then a hint of joy appeared in his eyes, and he nodded heavily: "I think!"

According to Lin Xiwen, Zheng Shanao is also spineless, but he has the weakness of reputation, and he is still an old man with not many days to live.

These two points alone were enough to make him work for Lincoln wholeheartedly.

Being able to hold the top position in Tianjin for many years, Zheng Shanao must have the ability. With him handling things, Lincoln will save a lot of trouble. At least he won't need to worry about contacting many dojos and organizing things.

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In the city of Tianjin, the movements of the owners of the eighteen martial arts schools cannot be hidden from anyone who cares.

Since the exchange meeting that day, everyone in Tianjin who had some spare time was staring at Wu Xing.

Without him, they don't believe that people who practice martial arts will suffer big losses silently, and they want to see how the follow-up will develop.

Seeing the door of Zheng Shanao's mansion reopened at this time, the people in Tianjin reacted immediately.

"Look, look, look, it's all out, it's all out."

"No, it seems like there is one person missing? I remember there were eighteen people when we came here, why are there only seventeen people now? Is there another person? Did you see him come out early?"

"I didn't see it. Maybe I was left behind and came out later?"

"I don't know, but the faces of the martial arts masters don't look very good, and their bodies are a little dirty? Are they doing something inside?"

"who cares!"

Some people don't care: "I want to know now, what will they do next?"

Hearing this, some good people joined in: "If you ask me, the new martial artist is going to be in trouble. Who in Tianjin doesn't know that the martial arts alliance is domineering, and a foreigner has offended them, and this matter cannot end easily.

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"Either his martial arts gym has to be shut down; or, he can only watch as he accidentally loses his life!"

"Isn't that true?"

"Why not? It's up to you!"

"I do not believe."

"If you don't believe me, why don't you take a gamble? If you win, I will kneel on the ground and call you grandpa. If you lose an ocean."

"Bah! Go ahead and have your mother's sweet dream! Grandpa is worth an ocean? If you give me an ocean, I will immediately kneel down and call you grandpa!"

Private public opinion has no influence on high-level people. The people who really pay attention to this matter are sitting in a magnificent room at this time.

Lin Xiwen, one of Zheng Shanao's apprentices, was originally considered a martial artist, but since he became an adjutant to the governor of other provinces, he calls himself a military person in front of others.

Zheng Shanao did not regard Lin Xiwen as his true disciple, which caused some subtle emotional changes in Lin Xiwen's heart.

Today is an era of chaos in the world. Lin Xiwen has long believed that the current martial arts model will not last long. If he wants martial arts to continue to exist, the way forward is to integrate into the military community.

He had been thinking about replacing Tianjin's martial arts practice for some time, but he had never found a suitable time or opportunity.

But now, he seems to have seen an opportunity, although the opportunity seems vague and makes him unable to see the truth behind the matter.

If you are an ordinary person, you may need to weigh the risks and benefits, but Lin Xiwen is different. He knows people in the martial arts, and his status is not low.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Xiwen glanced at the assistant beside him: "I want to meet Zou Rong, please go and make arrangements."

"Yes." The cold-faced assistant nodded and walked out of the door.

...

"Adjutant Lin wants to see me?" Zou Rong looked at the cold-faced assistant: "Did you tell me what it was about?"

"No." The assistant shook his head slightly: "I just wanted to see you."

Although he didn't get a real answer, Zou Rong felt that this matter should be related to recent events, and he couldn't help but remain silent.

She was not considering whether to see Lin Xiwen or not. Unless she wanted to offend the warlord, Lin Xiwen must meet.

What she is thinking now is whether she should involve Lin Xiwen and even the warlords behind him.

Their martial arts practitioners could only use iron weapons at most and could not make a big impact, so they were in an absolutely suppressed position in front of Lincoln. However, the warlords were different. Those people all had guns and artillery.

From pistols to rifles to artillery, the power controlled by warlords is much greater than their martial arts.

Their martial arts people couldn't deal with Lincoln because they were weak. If they were replaced by warlords with long guns and artillery...

While thinking about it, Zou Rong felt something move in his heart.

She admitted that the methods Lincoln showed were indeed worthy of fear, but she did not believe that anyone in the world could withstand the bombardment of spears and artillery.

If she could do it a little cleaner, maybe she could lead to a head-on conflict between the warlord and Lincoln and keep herself outside?