Chapter 3: Martial Artist!
Panjia Garden!
Han Li stepped out of the door and walked towards the vegetable market, but his mind was filled with another place name!
Apart from the archeological team, going to ancient tombs to obtain antiques, Panjia Garden, the antique market, was another place for him to gain progress in his inheritance!
Of course!
It wasn't that simple!
Without money, wanting to buy antiques in Panjia Garden was an absurd dream!
Moreover!
Even with money, without solid skills, forget about picking up bargains, you could easily get cheated and buy worthless junk.
One mistake.
"Shang Zhou" wouldn't be the Shang Zhou dynasty, but a fake from last week!
"Robbery, robbery!"
Suddenly, a mournful scream echoed through the street.
Han Li looked up.
He saw a tall and burly masked man with a crocodile skin backpack in his hand, running towards them quickly.
A petite girl, pale and gasping for breath, could only anxiously scream.
She hoped someone would stand up and help catch the robber!
"Stop right there!"
A strong man with a crew cut rushed out to stop him.
But!
With a thud!
He was thrown to the ground as if hit by a train, landing on his backside.
Two more young men charged out from both sides, leaping to tackle the man!
However!
They were all sent flying, knocked unconscious and landing on the ground!
"Get out of my way, all of you!"
The masked man roared at the crowd in front of him, acting like a bull, scaring the pedestrians into scattering.
This scene filled the masked man's eyes with a triumphant sneer.
Feeling the weight in the backpack, his heart burned with excitement, already eager to spend this fortune on a lavish lifestyle!
Thinking this, he quickened his pace.
But!
There seemed to be someone who was not afraid of death!
Seeing a thin young man standing in front of him, the masked man sneered and lowered his shoulder...
He charged forward!
Bang!
A solid, muffled thud!
Just when everyone expected Han Li to be sent flying like the others, knocked down by the masked man...
But!
The masked man was as if he had collided with a wall, letting out a scream as he was thrown back...
He flew through the air in an arc, before crashing to the ground with a thud!
With a snap!
He clutched his arm, which was bent at an unnatural ninety-degree angle, with bone piercing the skin and exposed to the air!
"Aaahhhhh… so painful… I'm going to die, aaaahhhh…"
The masked man let out a hysterical scream of agony, enough to make anyone's hair stand on end.
He was contorted like a cooked lobster, bent over, his legs flailing wildly on the ground.
Everyone on the street seemed to freeze…
They were stunned by the scene.
This masked man was as strong as a bull calf, yet he had collided with that thin-looking young man…
And yet, he was the one who was thrown back and fractured?
This…
This is unbelievable!
"What's going on?"
"This big idiot… couldn't have just fallen, could he?!"
"That must be it, otherwise… it's ridiculous! That young man looked like he was scared stiff, just standing there!"
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The crowd was full of bewilderment, and some started laughing.
Han Li watched this scene.
He raised an eyebrow.
Elephant Armor Technique, cultivated to its peak, possessed immense strength, capable of tearing tigers and leopards apart, even being impervious to fire and water, and invulnerable to blades and spears!
He saw the strong man charging towards him and wanted to test his skills…
But he didn't expect the man to fall before he even exerted any force… it seemed that the first level of Han Tianzun's inheritance was so astonishing!
He finally smiled faintly and left silently.
This robbery was over, the masked man was disabled, and someone would handle the aftermath.
He still had to buy vegetables and go home!
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"Old Hu, did you see that?!"
Within the crowd.
A fat man, Wang Fatty, looked solemn, marveling: "That young man… he doesn't look strong, but he has a lot of strength!"
"He must be a martial artist!"
Standing beside him was a man with black hair parted with a fringe, somewhat scholarly in appearance, but his stance suggested a former soldier.
He stared at the young man who blended back into the crowd, leaving with a low-key and calm demeanor, thoughtfully nodding his head.
"You think this martial artist is stronger than the giant zombie we met?"
Wang Fatty immediately laughed:
"Old Hu, you're overthinking. What we met was not human, it was something ghostly… how can you compare?"
"Alright, Old Hu, let's go. The robber has been apprehended, and we're waiting to meet the God of Fortune."
Wang Fatty laughed heartily and put his arm around Hu Ba Yi, leading him away.
They had just returned from the countryside. They learned from Da Jin Ya that an archeological team going to Northwest China was recruiting.
Therefore, they decided to find Professor Chen and join the archeological team, hoping to make some money and lead their villagers to prosperity.