Apocalypse: My Apartment Has Traits - Chapter 104 - 96: Guns and Martial Arts
Chapter 104: Chapter 96: Guns and Martial Arts
Su Lin walked all the way to the market, the constant greetings from the villagers drawing the attention of many outsiders.
They scrutinized this unfamiliar yet handsome young man, their eyes filled with confusion.
In the post-apocalyptic world, relationships between village camps are like raising poisonous insects, highly competitive.
But when the market day arrives with the travel group, as long as there is no deep-seated hatred, people can still exchange a few words.
An outsider couldn’t help but pull aside a villager from Wuyin Village, curiously asking:
“You are calling out so warmly, who is this person? I’ve never seen him before, is he a new resident?”
The eyes of the other outsiders also focused over.
The villager looked around, straightened his back, and answered loudly:
“New? He’s local to our Wuyin Village! Old Su’s direct grandson! Su Lin! He… he was just more low-key before, but recently, his strength has increased greatly, so he often appears in public now!”
Old Su’s formidable reputation is known to everyone in the Wilderness East District.
A couple of years ago, he single-handedly made the surrounding villages bow in submission, even intimidating the ogre camp of Black Scale Village into hiding.
“Old Su’s direct grandson?” someone questioned, “Wasn’t there talk of one dying in battle?”
“That was Su Qi, son of the Su Family.” The villager explained, “This is Su Ming’s only son, Su Lin!”
The crowd suddenly realized.
Referring to the unexpected death of the Su family’s eldest last month, and now his only son showing his prowess, everyone was pondering various possibilities.
When asked about this young master of the Su Family’s achievements, the villager from Wuyin Village seemed a bit hesitant.
After a moment, they finally recounted how three days ago, Su Lin easily defeated an outsider woman, Song Yiyi.
Many outsiders, after hearing this, had an expression of “Is that it?” and commented with a sneer:
“Looks like Wuyin Village really has no one, can’t even beat a woman?”
The villager’s face instantly turned red:
“You haven’t seen it! That woman’s strength is such that even our search team members are not her match!”
“Isn’t that just because you’re too weak?” the others retorted sarcastically.
“What did you say?!” The villager was infuriated.
The argument grew louder, drawing the stern reprimands of the patrol team, barely calming things down.
However, after this dispute, the outsiders looked at Su Lin with even more suspicion and contempt, many already regarding him as a young facade put forth by the Su Family and Wuyin Village to show off.
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Under the dilapidated highway bridge, this marketplace in the wasteland was bustling with people, the cries of vendors endless.
Su Lin stepped in and found the market had a new look.
The haphazardly set-up ragged tents from before were nowhere to be seen, replaced by neatly aligned tin shelters. The rusty tin plates had been renewed, appearing orderly, even evoking a sense of pre-apocalypse order.
The stalls at the forefront, in the most conspicuous position, naturally belonged to the Shunfeng Travel Group.
Around Old Que’er’s stall and the seven or eight opposite positions were occupied by the travel group.
Most of these stalls were selling various grains, with long lines formed in front.
Members of the travel group, dressed in black and gray uniforms, cooperated with the village patrol to maintain order. Carts that came in empty were soon filled with grain and taken away.
Those who bought grains wore expressions of rare relaxation and satisfaction on their faces.
Looking at the endless supply of grain being sold by the travel group, Su Lin was slightly surprised:
“When the travel group arrived yesterday, they didn’t seem to bring so much stuff, did they? These fill several carts already.”
He paused for a moment, unable to figure out the reason, temporarily set aside his doubts, and continued to weave through the crowd, looking for stalls selling ore.
In the market, people rubbed shoulders as they passed.
Su Lin carefully adjusted the long saber on his back to avoid bumping into others.
He walked slowly while curiously observing the goods at various stalls.
It was his first time attending the travel group’s market day, and the variety of goods dazzled him.
Besides the usual food and daily necessities, other stalls of the travel group surprisingly displayed various styles of pistols, boxes of ammunition, and even hand grenades and explosive kits.
At this moment, a customer stood in front of a stall, picked up a hand grenade curiously, and asked:
“This thing, can it kill a Tendon Lock Martial Artist?”
The travel group stall owner grinned and exaggeratedly said:
“Of course! Just tie the Tendon Lock Martial Artist up tightly so he can’t move, then stuff this thing in his arms and lock him in a small dark room, guaranteed death!”
Hearing this, the person excitedly paid for one, seemingly planning to use the grenade against a Tendon Lock Martial Artist.
Su Lin listened from the side, chuckling silently.
Now a Tendon Lock Martial Artist himself, he knew the ropes.
He couldn’t yet withstand a bullet without injury, but with the Skin Lock’s keen perception, combined with sense enhancement from the “Precise Shooting” skill, within five hundred meters, any hint of killing intent towards him felt like a thorn in his back.
Since stepping into the Tendon Lock stage, this perception had even evolved to the point of detecting threats like cicadas sensing autumn before the wind.
Wanting to hit him with heat weaponry?
Unless through a large-scale firepower barrage!
As for a grenade with its obvious delay, trying to hurt him?
As hard as climbing to the sky!
Moreover, although Tendon Lock Martial Artists can’t completely ignore bullets, the skin, muscles, and tendons unlocked by genetic locks provide extraordinary bullet resistance.
A regular pistol shot might not even penetrate a Tendon Lock Martial Artist’s arm.
The only parts needing protection are the internal organs and brain.
Su Lin couldn’t help but imagine: once he advances to a First-Transformed Martial Artist, will he continue unlocking other organs’ genetic locks? Until his entire body is unlocked?
By then, would he truly be able to ignore barrages of bullets?
Like Ni Yan, who can cross through the air, what level is she on?
Would she fear missiles?
“First Transformation” implies what exactly? Will there be a Second Transformation and Third Transformation afterward?
The path of martial arts is long and enduring, and even though Su Lin is a Tendon Lock Martial Artist now, he is merely at the initial ascent of this long journey.
He looked at the cold firearms on the stall, his mind surging with thoughts and emotions.
“The road is long and difficult…” Su Lin sighed softly.
But then, his fingers unconsciously rubbed the hilt on his back, and the exhilaration of rapid improvement from practicing sword skills this morning welled up in his heart, a surge of ambition rising:
“If Ni Yan can do it, why can’t I!”
His innate talent may be poor, but in martial arts, it’s thirty percent training, seventy percent nurturing.
With adequate nourishment from treasure meat, he could potentially achieve ten percent training and ninety percent nurturing!
Even a whole nurture, a twelvefold nurture!
Not to mention, future new skills could compensate for his lack of innate aptitude!
Standing amidst the bustling crowd, Su Lin felt a rush of ambition.
…
On the east side of the market, a makeshift wooden house had its door creak open.
A pair of pristine, uniquely beautiful twin sisters came out.
They were none other than Song Yiyi and Song Yiren.
Song Yiyi swayed her snake-like slender waist, turning to look at her sister, worry written all over her small face as she asked again:
“Sis, why do we have to go back to that township camp? With your and my skills, if we stay in a small village like this, we could live quite well!”
“You’ve asked this question countless times in the past few days.”
Song Yiren turned back to gently close the wooden door, her movements light and elegant.
She walked up to Song Yiyi’s side, her steps orderly and composed.
Her vintage blue dress concealed her slender figure, her long hair neatly tied, with a hairpin decorated with pearl flowers slantingly inserted into her temple.
Her delicate features were exactly the same as Song Yiyi’s, but the gentle and serene temperament between her brows, different from her lively sister, allowed people to distinguish them at a glance, akin to an ancient bride in a deep chamber.
Song Yiren looked at her sister, a soft smile appeared on her lips, her voice gentle:
“I’m insisting on going back, after all, isn’t it for you, child? The safe houses in the village can’t unlock appliances; can you, the picky one, get used to such hardship?”
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