I said I'd go back in time

Chapter 35
Lin Xing entered the garden again, and rushed towards Dashuai Zhang with Taiqing's long fist.

Constantly charging again and again, Lin Xing continued to hone his Taiqing Changquan while also gaining experience in fighting to the death with Zhang Dashuai.

Under the oppression of such a master who is far stronger than him, Lin Xing feels that his boxing skills and actual combat experience have accumulated rapidly, and every time he fights with all his strength, he continues to comprehend more truths.

Until he felt that his spirit was going to be exhausted to the limit, and the effect of exercise was getting worse and worse, his Taiqing Changquan had already made great progress.

Taiqing Changquan (1.2% on the second floor) → Taiqing Changquan (27.9% on the second floor)

Lin Xing thought in his mind: "After the second level of Taiqing Changquan, the practice is much slower. For the time being, I can only practice to this point. Next, the best way to become stronger is to rest for a while, and then continue One-shot Marshal Zhang..."

At the same time, Lin Xing had already entered the garden after going back in time again, and stood in front of the commander-in-chief.

"Don't be nervous, the people of Jiangjia Village have already confessed to you..."

"From today onwards, you are my personal guard..."

The commander looked at Lin Xing appreciatively, and asked, "From now on, you will be responsible for guarding the commander's mansion for the time being..."

Lin Xing stared at Dashuai Zhang closely, thinking in his heart that he must follow him every day and single-handedly attack him.

He only heard him shouting: "After I heard many deeds of the commander-in-chief, I just want to follow you day and night, and it's best not to leave every step."

Hearing Lin Xing's words, Zhang Dashuai laughed loudly: "It's rare for you to be so loyal. Well, then you will follow me next time."

After being recruited by Marshal Zhang as his bodyguard, Lin Xing went to get his military uniform and changed into it, then went back to his room and temporarily put down his backpack and dolls.

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

Bai Yiyi judged: "According to what you said, being able to crush you in terms of strength and speed has completely surpassed the limit of the body, and his roaring ability may be similar to a lion's roar."

"From this point of view, this Marshal Zhang may have completed at least one skill sublimation."

Lin Xing nodded thoughtfully: "Dashuai Zhang really has the combat power of the sublimation level, which is much stronger than my inheritance level."

Honing skills, comprehending inheritance, sublimating skills... This is the training process that Lin Xing knows.

Among them, even if one understands the inheritance of soldiers, the normal skills of boxing, swordsmanship, swordsmanship and the like are still purely physical skills.

Only by raising the skill to the limit and completing the sublimation of the skill can it be possible for these martial arts to obtain extraordinary and refined effects.

Otherwise, no matter how miraculous the ordinary roar is, it is impossible for him to be dizzy and unable to move.

A moment later, when he returned to Dashuai Zhang, he had already come to the study to start working, and Lin Xing was guarding the door with the other three guards.

For the next whole day, Lin Xing stayed by Dashuai Zhang's side like this.

At the beginning, he just closed his eyes and rested his mind secretly. After recovering a little bit, he started to assassinate Marshal Zhang again and again.

Most of the time, he just used Taiqing Changquan to charge forward, and sometimes he would go to the opponent's side and try to sneak attack, or he would do it while Zhang Dashuai was eating or going to the toilet.

In the process of continuously honing his skills, his understanding of Dashuai Zhang is getting deeper and deeper.

He secretly concluded in his heart: "Dashuai Zhang's weakest time is when he goes to the toilet, and because of his cleanliness, the trick of throwing feces has a miraculous effect."

"Maybe I can take a note of the latrines in this mansion, so that I can get them within half a minute when fighting anywhere in the mansion."

Through many practices today, Lin Xing has also integrated this combat method aimed at the enemy's spiritual weakness into his own combat experience, which made him feel that his experience in deathmatch has been enriched again.

And for the next three days, apart from eating and sleeping, Lin Xing stayed close to Dashuai Zhang and repeatedly assassinated him.

His Taiqing Changquan has also improved a lot in these three days, and finally reached the third floor.

Taiqing Changquan (second floor 27.9%) → Taiqing Changquan (third floor 5.1%)

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 strengthened body, Lin Xing was very satisfied, but at the same time felt that the speed of strengthening the body had slowed down. This time, the improvement brought by the Taiqing Changquan was not as good as the changes when he reached the first and second floors in the past.

"It seems that the improvement of physical fitness will become more difficult in the future."

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At noon on the fourth day, Lin Xing was still guarding the commander-in-chief's side and continued to assassinate.

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 flames and pain.

When Lin Xing came to his senses, he had already guarded outside the study room again.

"Just... what happened?"

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

Because he died so quickly just now, Lin Xing didn't understand what happened, so he didn't do anything at all, and continued to wait for the death to come.

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

But this time, because he focused his attention on the direction of the study, he turned around the moment something went wrong.

I saw Zhang Dashuai smashed out of the study door like a thunderbolt, and his body was shot away.

In the study room, 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 short dragon stick exploded, a shock wave swept across his body and took his life away.

Came 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 a terrorist attack."

Thinking of Zhang Dashuai's flying away, he shook his head and thought to himself: "It hasn't succeeded at all."

"Dashuai Zhang's vigilance is too strong, and his movements are too fast. This attack is doomed to fail, but it's easier for me."

So Lin Xing simply used this attack to turn back time and complete the practice again and again.

After going back in time again, Lin Xing, who felt a little tired, planned to take a rest.

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

He immediately stretched out his hand to block the servant.

The servant quickly said: "This is the refreshment prepared by Madam, let the villain bring it in."

The handsome voice came from the study: "Let him in."

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

The servant's face immediately changed drastically, he pulled out the long dragon-shaped pipe, and with the sound of burning, he wanted to rush into the study.

The guards and soldiers around were scared out of their wits when they saw this scene, and retreated in panic.

In fact, with their skills, they may not be able to prevent the servants from retreating completely, but the burning explosives are too scary, and almost no one present can calmly judge under such threats.

There was only one person who remained calm and composed, and he calmly grabbed the long pipe, as if he had practiced it countless times, and calmly extinguished the sparks on the faucet.

(End of this chapter)