I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city

Picking up a few pieces of broken cement from the ground, Wang Longhu took a deep breath, and immediately held his breath to start discerning the sounds around him through hearing.

A burst of footsteps quickly entered his ears, yet they were just separated by a wall. On the other side, Lu Ting and Yagyu Ito had already dispatched their men, coming over to search for Wang Longhu's whereabouts.

At this moment, Wang Longhu couldn't determine how many in this group were carrying firearms, so he needed to give these ordinary people his full attention, otherwise, there was a high chance he could end up dead in a foreign land today.

After confirming the positions of several people through their footsteps, Wang Longhu suddenly charged out, flicking his hand and launching three pieces of broken cement like projectiles.

The three people on the other side of the wall didn't even catch a glimpse of Wang Longhu's figure, yet their foreheads were already pierced by a piece of broken cement, killing them on the spot.

Bang!

As soon as Wang Longhu appeared, the sound of gunfire followed.

This time, Wang Longhu was already prepared; his attention had always been focused on Lu Ting's position.

Thus, Lu Ting's vaunted shooting skills were of no use this time, and he could only look at Wang Longhu in shock, dodging his shooting trajectory like seeing a ghost.

"How is that possible! Is he some kind of god?!" Lu Ting was aghast.

Having handled guns for years, Lu Ting had naturally undergone moving target shooting training, hitting balloons on a car at 100 km/h, piercing a plate from a hundred meters away.

In such challenges, his shooting success rate could exceed 90%, which means within twenty meters, the chances of Lu Ting missing were very small.

Yet at this moment, such a thing happened right before his eyes.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In disbelief, Lu Ting fired several shots, but all were easily dodged by Wang Longhu as he flicked his hand again.

One after another, pieces of gravel flew out like bullets, accurately hitting Yagyu Ito and Lu Ting's subordinates.

With Wang Longhu's strength, within a distance of twenty meters, the power of the gravel in his hands was no less than armor-piercing sniper shots.

Getting hit once was an instant headshot, leaving no chance for rescue.

Lu Ting's shooting skills were utterly crushed by Wang Longhu's finger flicking.

In less than thirty seconds, only Yagyu Ito, unable to move a muscle, and Lu Ting, with his bullets exhausted, remained on the scene.

In his youth, Yagyu Ito was indeed a master of the Treasure House style, but as he aged, his body's functions began to decline.

Knowing that he could no longer maintain his peak condition, Yagyu Ito devoted himself to training disciples.

He spent his days in alcohol and debauchery, indulgently draining his body of health, rendering him truly incapable of fighting.

For a martial artist, the most important thing is not practice, but maintenance.

The older you get, the more you need to maintain your body; otherwise, you can't sustain your abilities. This is the difficulty for a martial artist, and the lament of martial arts.

Therefore, many martial artists fall into the earthly pleasures, ultimately wasting years of martial training completely.

Seeing Wang Longhu aiming his finger flick at him, Yagyu Ito suddenly felt a cold chill rising from his heart.

He knew he might die today.

As a billionaire, Yagyu Ito's will to survive was stronger than anyone else's.

He hadn't enjoyed enough, hadn't lived enough, so naturally, he didn't want to die.

At this moment, disciples and Ohta Ichiro's quest for revenge could all step aside, could all be abandoned, as long as he could save his own life.

"Don't kill me, don't..."

Bang!

Before the words were out, a hard object had already slammed heavily into his eye socket.

The gravel pierced through Yagyu Ito's eye socket, spewing a mass of red and white, and a body slowly collapsed to the ground, life completely gone.

No one would have thought that Yagyu Ito, a renowned figure on Japan Island, would die today in Vietnam.

In an instant, only Wang Longhu and Lu Ting were left in the battle-scarred and battered alleyway.

Seeing Wang Longhu's eyes filled with murderous intent, Lu Ting felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, shivering with cold.

A god of death, the person before him was a god of death.

Having never learned martial arts and exhausted his gun's bullets, Lu Ting was absolutely no match for Wang Longhu.

His fate would be just like Yagyu Ito's, a completely chaotic death.

"Don't, don't kill me, I have money, I'll give you as much as you want, just spare my life."

Lu Ting fell to his knees with a plop, begging without a care for his dignity.

It was clear Lu Ting was indeed a person who could endure; being the second young master of the Lu family, yet kneeling so readily was truly eye-opening.

But Wang Longhu didn't listen to a single word. Since this person was from the Lu family, there was no room for mercy as far as Wang Longhu was concerned.

After all, this wasn't Hong Kong Island, but Vietnam in Southeast Asia.

"What's your name," Wang Longhu asked.

"Lu, Lu Ting, I'm the second of the Lu family. Rest assured, as long as you spare me, I can give you any amount of money you want, I can afford it," Lu Ting swore with his hand raised.

"Why did your Lu family send people to track me this time, chasing me all the way to Vietnam," Wang Longhu revealed a meaningful smile.

Lu Ting's expression froze for a second, and the next moment, a piece of gravel had already smashed into his brow.

Lu Ting's head exploded like a watermelon, instantly shattering.

"Now it's a mess. Trying to kill Qiao Qichong and Ma Bomeng will be like alarming the grass to catch the snake," he said, looking at the debris-strewn alley reminiscent of a war-torn scene.