On a deserted beach in Huaisha.
The rocks were jagged, and a few fishing boats were parked on the beach.
It was noon, and the sun was shining brightly, but it was getting colder.
"It's getting colder …" Lin Sheng stood on a big rock and looked at the pale yellow sea in the distance.
He wore a white tracksuit and carried a dagger the length of his forearm on his back. The dagger was packed in a sword case, and he looked like a young man who practiced playing the violin.
Sarroux and another red-haired young man were standing on an empty space at the side, their hair fluttering in the sea breeze.
Both of them had changed into the same tight black vest and camouflage trousers. They looked strong and strong. There was a clear word "Fist" on the back of the vest.
"Brother, I have the whereabouts of the master you asked me to find out. But are we really going to visit him? "Sarroux looked calm, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.
One had to know that he was not a kind person. Ever since his debut, he had been vicious and merciless. If anything happened …
"You just need to tell me where he is. I'll go alone, and you stay here," Lin Sheng said calmly.
"But … isn't it too easy to just rely on my side of the story?" Sarroux was worried.
"And boss, even if that master is willing to join, our society is not on the right track yet. Wouldn't it be too much of a burden?"
Lin Sheng shook his head.
"I know. You don't have to worry about this. Just focus on recruiting members and stabilizing the Iron Fist Society. "
Sarroux did not know what Lin Sheng was planning.
The person he asked him to find out was nicknamed the Death Claw. When he was young, he was a famous martial artist in the coastal area. At his peak, he opened his own martial arts school and taught disciples.
Unfortunately, he did not find a disciple who could help him. His old enemy came to him and personally destroyed one of his arms.
After that, the man was unable to recover. He closed his martial arts school, dismissed all his disciples, and lived on his savings.
"When are you going, boss?" Sarroux saw that Lin Sheng had made up his mind, so he did not mention it.
"Do you have his address? If it's nearby, we can go there directly, "Lin Sheng replied.
"It's close, but I'm not very familiar with that place. I'll have to search carefully …" Sarroux frowned.
"Then you guys lead the way." Lin Sheng didn't waste any more time. He jumped off the boulder and quickly walked towards the road.
The other two hurriedly followed.
There was a rented white car parked by the roadside. Sarroux's Junior Brother had a driver's license.
The three of them got into the car and sped all the way out of Huaisha.
The car headed west.
An hour later, the car slowly entered a rural town called White Sand Town.
The entire town was deserted. There were only a few streets, and the townspeople were either elderly or children. There were only a few young people.
Sarroux's junior explained in a low voice as he drove.
"I used to stay in Baisha Town for a while, the young people have all gone out to work, leaving behind only the elderly and children. There are only a few hundred people in the whole town. "
"This kind of town … in a few years, I'm afraid it will disappear …" Sarroux sighed.
Lin Sheng did not speak, just looked at the old, low bungalow outside the car window.
The car quickly made a turn and slowly drove to the door of a farmhouse outside the town.
The small yard was built with gray soil, the roof was a mixture of straw and mud, and the surface was covered with black tiles, but the original neat black tiles were now mostly broken.
The door of the small yard was half-open, and the faint sound of someone washing clothes could be heard in the yard.
Lin Sheng took the lead and gently knocked on the wooden door.
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound of washing clothes slowly came to a stop.
"Who is it?" A thin middle-aged woman, wearing a dirty apron, came to the door and looked up and down at Lin Sheng and the other two.
"May I ask if Mr. Dao Ling lives here?" Lin Sheng asked politely.
"Yes, and you are?" The woman was confused.
"We are Mr. Dao Ling's former students, and we're here to visit him." Lin Sheng showed a shy smile.
"I'm the nanny he hired, please wait a moment, I'll go talk to him."
The middle-aged woman turned and jogged into the mud house inside.
Not long after, she came out again, and waved at Lin Sheng and the other two.
"Come in. He's letting you in. "
"Sorry to bother you." Lin Sheng replied loudly, and walked into the yard slowly, then crossed the threshold of the house, and walked into the dark inner room.
The inner room was filled with the smell of medicine.
On the red chair in the main hall, sat a strong old man with white hair.
The old man wore a grey cotton jacket, and a thin red blanket on his knees.
His eyes were bright and sharp. If he did not see it with his own eyes, Lin Sheng would not believe that this was the eyes of an old man with a weak body.
"Which year are you from? Sorry, I'm old, and my memory is not very good, "the old man said calmly and slowly.
His voice was deep and strong, clear and steady, without the slightest sign of aging.
"Mr. Dao Ling, my name is Lin Sheng, the president of Huaisha City Iron Fist Society. This time, I hope to invite you to become the combat consultant of the Iron Fist Society."
Lin Sheng smiled and explained the purpose of his visit.
"Huh?" Dao Ling's expression sank. "Iron Fist Society?"
Only then did he take a closer look at Lin Sheng's figure.
"I've never heard of the Iron Fist Society, but with your body, you use weapons, right? You want me, a disabled man? "
Before he was disabled, he was famous, and many forces wanted him to join. But after the accident, because of his enemies, no force dared to invite him.
Only some ordinary small forces quietly looked for him, hoping that he would teach them some experience, and at the same time, pay a small fee.
This was his only source of income now.
"Mr. Dao Ling used to be a martial artist who had reached the limit of the human body. I heard that you have been struggling to break through the limit, and have not made any progress for more than ten years. "
Lin Sheng paused, raised his hand, and motioned Sarroux and his junior out of the door.
Without another word, the two of them walked out of the door and closed the wooden door behind them.
"What do you want to say?" Dao Ling's eyes were calm as he looked at Lin Sheng.
He had lived for decades, and had seen everything. He had long cultivated his mind, and his temperament was indifferent. He was not easily moved by the secular world.
"I want to say that I found a real way to break through the limit!"
Lin Sheng said each word in a serious tone.
"And?" Dao Ling did not change, and still looked at Lin Sheng calmly. He had seen too many people who claimed to break through the limit. Words alone could not convince him.
"I hope you can join the Iron Fist Society." Lin Sheng said calmly, "I want to establish a pure association that integrates all martial artists, a pure organization.
Too many martial artists have failed in their fearless attempts. This is not only a loss for Celine, but also a loss for the entire martial arts world.
Nowadays, martial arts are weak, and guns are rampant. It is getting harder and harder for pure martial artists to survive. If we do not unite and find a countermeasure, in the future … martial arts may be completely annihilated in the tide of history. "
"Sounds good and far-sighted. But this old man has long passed the stage of being fooled by others. "Dao Ling sneered. "Moreover, you want to save the entire martial arts world with just a little kid? Simply … laughable … "
Before he finished his words, the sarcasm on his face gradually disappeared.
In front of him, Lin Sheng's whole body was rapidly expanding at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
Purple blood vessels and meridians appeared on his body, and his muscles swelled and became huge. Even Lin Sheng's height was forcibly increased by a few centimeters.
"I … broke through the limit a long time ago."
Lin Sheng stretched out his hand, and the wide purple palm gently clenched. In an instant, it turned into a shadow and hit the wall on the right side.
Boom!
The wall was broken, penetrated, and a large piece of broken earth exploded.
The earth wall, which was more than ten centimeters thick, was as fragile as tofu in his hand.
Dao Ling's throat gurgled, and he watched Lin Sheng slowly withdraw his palm and walk in front of him.
"Want to bet?"
The big hand full of purple blood vessels slowly reached in front of him.
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