I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 125 - 75: Please Call Me Brother Wei

Taking down his enemy in a single move, Zhao Rui grabbed the man’s neck and swiftly stuffed a pistachio into his mouth.

Then, with a sharp push, he clamped the man’s jaw shut, forcing him to swallow.

"What did you give me?"

The masked man’s eyes widened in terror. He wanted to claw the thing out of his throat, but his acupoints had been sealed, leaving him completely paralyzed.

"The Thousand Spider Soul Tempering Pill! It’s my own secret recipe. You can write me a review of the experience later."

With that, Zhao Rui ignored him and continued to rush forward.

"What do you want to know? We’re just doing a job for money," the masked man roared.

’You can’t just feed someone poison without a reason, right?’

’What’s the point of feeding it to me and then just taking off?’

’Is this just for torture?’

At his words, Zhao Rui stopped in his tracks, turned, and walked back.

"I can talk, but you have to give me the antidote and let me leave."

A look of delight crossed the masked man’s face. All that mattered was that he had come back.

But the joyous feeling had barely registered before Zhao Rui reached out, pulled off his radio and mask, and, without a word, turned to leave the train car again.

"What in the hell are you trying to do?"

The masked man was growing agitated. He was paralyzed in front of all these people, completely ignored, with a poison pill ready to "explode" in his stomach at any moment.

The feeling was driving him to the brink of a mental breakdown.

"I..."

Just as the masked man was about to scream, his body lurched. He had broken free from the sealed acupoints.

’I can move?’

He was ecstatic. Glancing at the trembling passengers around him, he sneered, "I’m going to make him wish he were dead!"

With that, he sent a nearby passenger flying with a kick, then leapt up through the damaged roof of the car.

’Once I get backup, I’ll flay you alive,’ the masked man thought, his heart burning with rage. He felt a dull ache begin to spread in his stomach.

’Damn it, is the poison already taking effect?’

’That son of a bitch. He must have gone to the front of the train!’

The masked man’s steps grew more frantic as he raced along.

In no time, he reached the front of the train.

The masked man jumped down at the coupling, then quickly ducked inside the car.

The moment he entered, he was stunned to find that the young man who had poisoned him had already been captured by his boss.

He was standing in the middle of the car, looking completely dejected.

"Well, well, punk! Look at you now! Where’s my antidote?"

Burning with rage, the masked man stepped forward and threw a powerful roundhouse kick at the youth.

SMACK!

The kick didn’t connect as he’d imagined. Instead, it was casually blocked by the other man’s hand.

"Are you insane?" the young man said, his face cold.

"Insane? I’ll show you insane!"

The masked man charged like a raging bull.

THWACK!

Before he could land a blow on the youth he so despised, his opponent struck first, landing a fast, accurate, and ruthless palm strike on his chest.

The masked man was sent flying backward, spitting a mouthful of blood into the air.

He hit the ground with a THUD.

He struggled to lift his head. Through the flickering lights and shadows, the young man was gone.

In his place was the ugly face of his own squad leader.

"Get this embarrassment out of my sight," a deep, masculine voice commanded coldly.

Two subordinates quickly came forward and carried the barely breathing masked man away.

"Go find out what’s going on."

The middle-aged man’s gaze deepened as he looked toward the rear cars, his expression turning grim.

’To drive one of my men insane without a sound... this person’s Power is by no means weak.’

This train was mostly filled with university students, with a few ordinary people heading home from their jobs.

And the University Martial Dao Tournament was currently underway.

All student Martial Artists at Level 8 or Above had been summoned to compete in the tournament.

Even those who didn’t qualify would be rushing to the venue to watch.

Generally speaking, the only people taking this train should be ordinary students.

’There shouldn’t have been any surprises!’

Besides, his men were all armed with guns.

’Could the intel from our superiors be wrong?’

The middle-aged man hesitated. But things had already come to this; the arrow was nocked. He had to see it through. Even if they retreated now, none of them would be able to escape.

Not only would the Patrol hunt them down, but their superiors wouldn’t spare them either.

"Go to the rear. Blow up the last two cars. Warn the Patrol that if they try anything else, we’ll blow up two more," the middle-aged man ordered, his eyes cold and sinister.

"Yes, Boss!"

A masked man acknowledged the order and headed for the door. Just as he reached the doorway, a blast of Gang Qi shot out and struck him squarely in the temple.

A spray of blood erupted, and the man collapsed to the floor.

"Who’s there?"

The men in the car immediately raised their guns, their eyes fixed warily on the doorway.

It felt as if everyone had stopped breathing.

Ten seconds passed. The doorway remained quiet, with nothing but the sound of the whistling wind.

"Just playing tricks!"

The middle-aged man snatched a gun from a subordinate and fired two shots—BANG! BANG!—at the shadowy corners of the doorway.

The moment the gunshots faded, a CLANGING sound came from the roof. Everyone quickly raised their guns and aimed up.

In that split second, a black shadow flickered into existence in the doorway.

Then, moving like lightning, the figure closed in on the masked men near the entrance.

These masked men were not low on Power, and their reflexes were sharp. They went to raise their guns, but their hearts suddenly clenched. A wave of agitation and confusion washed over them simultaneously.

In that instant of hesitation, their necks were snapped with clean, decisive twists.

"How dare you!"