I rely on unlimited life extension

Lin Zhihao made a quick decision. In an instant, a semi-transparent attribute panel appeared before his eyes, the dark blue light screen emitting a futuristic glow.

His fingers flew across the panel, his eyes flashing like lightning, and he precisely locked onto the "Character Appearance" section, switching to the ruthless bandit Gao Shan without hesitation.

In an instant, his figure seemed to be enveloped and distorted by an invisible force, his features and body rapidly changing and recombining, transforming into the appearance of the ruthless bandit Gao Shan, exuding a fierce and ruthless aura.

Without delay, Lin Zhihao ran to the edge of the rooftop and looked down. The height of the three-story building seemed like an insurmountable barrier to ordinary people, but he showed no fear.

He took a deep breath, his leg muscles tensed like springs, and with a sudden burst of strength, he shot out like an arrow, tracing a clean arc in the air.

The wind whistled in his ears, his clothes fluttered wildly, and in the blink of an eye, he landed steadily. The moment his feet touched the ground, only a few specks of dust rose up, and he was completely unharmed, as if he possessed a magical cushioning force, just like a martial arts master who had mastered unparalleled lightness skills.

After landing, Lin Zhihao quickly scanned his surroundings to make sure no one was paying attention. He then focused his mind, brought up the system interface, and decisively consumed 2 points of the flashing number representing system energy.

At the same time, a strange halo appeared around his cherry blossom car not far away, and the outline of the car body was instantly shrouded in mist. When the light dissipated, the original appearance disappeared and it transformed into the appearance of a taxi that can be seen everywhere on the streets of Hong Kong, with red and white paint and a strong sense of local life.

Lin Zhihao strode into the car, skillfully starting the engine, shifting gears, and stepping on the gas. The car sped off, circled around once, and then made a sharp turn as it approached, the tires screeching against the ground, heading straight for the car that belonged to either the real estate agent or Yan Rong.

At that moment, he had no eyes for the target vehicle, and he floored the accelerator, causing the speedometer needle to soar wildly.

With a loud bang, the front of the car slammed into the vehicle in front, the huge impact sending it flying more than a meter away. The car shook violently, and the alarm shattered the silence, blaring sharply and urgently.

A moment later, the real estate agent, looking flustered, stumbled downstairs first. Immediately after him, Yan Rong, frowning and looking displeased yet somewhat puzzled, strode over and stared straight at the scene of the car crash.

Lin Zhihao sat in the car, staring coldly at them through the window, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. A meticulously planned "show" had just begun.

As Lin Zhihao saw Yan Rong and the real estate agent approaching, he flung open the taxi door with a "whoosh," jumped out, and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Whose beat-up car is this? Don't you have eyes? How dare you stop here!"

"Don't you even look around? Whose parking space is this? I park here every day, and today you've taken it over! You've got some nerve, daring to trample on my brother Shan's reputation! You're asking for trouble!"

He cursed and waved his arms, his face trembling with rage, his arrogant and domineering appearance making him look exactly like a street thug you couldn't mess with.

After saying that, Lin Zhihao continued to mutter foul language as he strode toward the two men.

Seeing this, the real estate agent's eyes widened, his face flushed, and he rushed forward, grabbing Lin Zhihao's collar tightly. With a "rip," he twisted the collar out of shape and roared, "You madman! Why did you hit my car? Don't try to get away with this! Pay up now, not a penny less!" Spit flew as he spoke.

Upon seeing this, Lin Zhihao's face instantly darkened to the point of being dripping with gloom, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. He raised his right palm high, and with a whooshing sound, slapped the real estate agent hard across the face with a crisp "smack".

The force was so great that it sent the person spinning halfway around on the spot before they fell to the ground.

"You fool who doesn't know your own limitations! You're blind as a dog! Don't you even know who I am? You dare to ask me for money? I think you've got a death wish!"

Lin Zhihao rushed forward while cursing, and viciously kicked the fallen real estate agent twice more, each kick causing the man to groan and curl up in pain.

After kicking, Lin Zhihao seemed to remember something, suddenly turned around, and glared at Yan Rong, who was standing to the side, stunned.

Yan Rong felt a chill run down his spine from the sudden, sharp gaze and instinctively tried to back away.

Lin Zhihao, however, wouldn't let him off the hook. He pointed at Yan Rong's nose and yelled, "What are you looking at, you old bastard? If you dare to look again, believe me, I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Yan Rong trembled with fright, stumbled backward, his face ashen, all traces of his usual authority vanished, and his hand holding the cane trembled slightly, the tip of the cane tapping the ground with a frantic "tap tap".

Lin Zhihao seemed to be blinded by rage, no longer caring about Yan Rong's terrified expression. His face was contorted with rage, his cheeks bulging as he clenched his teeth, like an enraged bull. He took several large strides, each step making a loud thud on the ground, and charged straight at Yan Rong, still cursing: "Still looking at me? You're asking for a beating, aren't you? If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'll change my name to 'Brother Shan'!"

After saying that, his right arm muscles tensed, veins bulging, and his fist, as big as a casserole dish, accompanied by a whooshing sound, slammed into Yan Rong's face like a cannonball. The force of the punch seemed to tear the air apart.

Unexpectedly, Yan Rong, a seasoned veteran, reacted with remarkable agility. Seeing the fist hurtling towards him, he swiftly lowered his head and retracted his neck, resembling a startled turtle, narrowly avoiding the powerful punch that grazed his scalp.

Lin Zhihao's punch missed its mark, and his body lurched forward half a step due to inertia. He swayed, and his anger burned even more fiercely. He roared with fury, "You old bastard, you've got some nerve! You dare to dodge? I'll break your old bones!"

Yan Rong was about to step back again when he saw Lin Zhihao suddenly draw a cleaver from behind him. The blade gleamed coldly, its eerie green light reflecting off the sunlight like the fangs of a demon in the dark. The blade slashed down diagonally, its momentum menacing.

Upon seeing this, Yan Rong's pupils contracted sharply, and he inwardly cried out in alarm. He no longer cared about concealing his identity. He immediately lowered his waist and kicked Lin Zhihao's legs with lightning speed, delivering two muffled "bangs" with great force.

Lin Zhihao couldn't dodge in time. His leg hurt, and he staggered, almost falling to the ground. He then lunged forward uncontrollably.

In the critical moment, he fell to the ground, quickly sheathing the still gleaming bone-chopping knife, and then nimbly rolled on the spot, using the momentum to widen the distance between himself and Yan Rong.

At this moment, he made a snap decision, his mind racing, instantly activating the special title of "Half-human, Half-ghost, Invincible with Divine Spear." At the same time, his internal hard qigong was awakened like a dormant beast, his aura suddenly changed, and a powerful force surged through his meridians.

In an instant, he felt as if his body was being scorched by a raging fire, every inch of his skin and every muscle was swept by a scalding heat, and a sense of power surged and swelled in his limbs and bones like a tidal wave.

The already considerable twenty points of physique and twenty points of strength, with the double boost of the title and hard qigong, caused the attributes to soar again, with all attributes increasing by ten points. The whole person was as if reborn, as if transformed from a mortal body into a war god with steel bones.

In this state, Lin Zhihao pushed off the ground with both feet and shot out like a ghost. His speed was so fast that the ground beneath his feet was dented and dust was kicked up. The explosive speed he achieved was even greater than that of Usain Bolt, the world's fastest man.

A flash of cold light enveloped his figure, and the bone-chopping knife, accompanied by a whistling wind, slashed towards Yan Rong with a cunning and ruthless force.

Yan Rong was, after all, a seasoned veteran with a keen sense of danger, like a wild beast. When he saw the flash of the blade, his steps were chaotic yet contained hidden rules, and his waist twisted and bent rapidly like a nimble snake.

Although he narrowly avoided most of Lin Zhihao's all-out attack, the blade still grazed his waist, instantly tearing his skin open.

Yan Rong felt a sharp pain in his waist, and warm blood gushed out like an out-of-control fountain, splashing onto the ground in a crimson mess.

Yan Rong clutched his wound, his face ashen, cold sweat pouring down his face, yet his brain raced despite the excruciating pain.

Looking at Lin Zhihao, who appeared to be insane and exuded murderous intent, his heart sank, and a terrible thought surged into his mind—this man was not here to cause trouble, but to take his life!

In an instant, all sorts of past events flashed through his mind. His disciples, who were usually full of energy, died one after another without warning. The mystery that had puzzled him for so long suddenly became clear. It turned out that the deadly hand had been lurking in the shadows all along, and today it finally revealed itself.

In a life-or-death moment, the situation was extremely critical!

Yan Rong remained calm in the face of danger. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he stomped his right foot down with great force, like a thunderclap in dry land. With a loud "bang," his foot slammed into the ground, the force seemingly capable of hitting the very core of the earth.

In an instant, the ground trembled violently. The bricks where he stood could not withstand such powerful internal force and were shaken off the ground. Like a hidden weapon, they shot towards Lin Zhihao, who was rushing towards him, with a whooshing sound and the profound internal force that Yan Rong had poured into them.

With several crisp "crack" sounds, bricks slammed into Lin Zhihao.

Lin Zhihao was prepared. He instantly activated his advanced hard qigong, and his true qi surged around him like a materialized armor, its light flickering.

The flying bricks, upon touching this protective aura, were instantly shattered as if hitting a copper wall or iron barrier, with a few cracking sounds, the fragments scattering into powder that drifted into the air.

However, Yan Rong would not give up so easily. While Lin Zhihao was defending against Fang Zhuan's attack, the seemingly ordinary cane in his hand, now infused with his inner strength, was like a dragon emerging from the sea, swinging with immense force towards Lin Zhihao.

The cane sliced ​​through the air with a sharp "whoosh" sound, moving at an extreme speed. Lin Zhihao, who was in a diving motion, was unable to dodge in time and took the blow squarely.

In that instant, Lin Zhihao felt as if he had been struck in the chest by a speeding heavy truck. A sharp pain shot through his chest, as if his ribs were about to break. His body flew backward uncontrollably. Like a kite with a broken string, he arced through the air before crashing heavily several meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The excruciating pain surged like a tidal wave, instantly spreading from the point of impact to every nerve ending in his body. His limbs and bones felt as if they were being scorched by flames and pierced by steel needles. He gritted his teeth and endured it, cold sweat pouring down his face. He secretly rejoiced that he had activated the title "Half-human, Half-ghost, Invincible with Divine Shot" earlier, and that his hard qigong was protecting him, greatly enhancing his overall attributes. Otherwise, this blow from the cane might have really taken his life.

The system prompts: Your body is injured. Do you want to consume 200 hours of life time to quickly recover?

System, yes, restore it for me.

A warm current appeared in Lin Zhihao's body and spread throughout his entire body in just a few seconds, greatly reducing the pain.

Despite the excruciating pain, Lin Zhihao forced himself to catch his breath. His eyes, like those of a wounded wolf, were filled with ferocity and determination. The next second, he charged towards Yan Rong like an arrow, accompanied by a gust of wind.

With a cold glint in his hand, he raised the cleaver high and slashed repeatedly with great force. Each slash was accompanied by a whooshing sound, and his target was precisely Yan Rong's right hand, which was holding the cane. Each slash was sharp and seemed to be aimed at chopping the arm off at the root.

Yan Rong was no ordinary person either. He countered every move with agile footwork. While dodging to the side, he seized the opportunity when Lin Zhihao's attack was interrupted and suddenly kicked Lin Zhihao with two powerful kicks.

Knowing his lack of combat experience, Lin Zhihao didn't dodge at all and took both blows squarely. However, he also took advantage of Yan Rong's lack of momentum after his attack to find an opening. His cleaver drew a cold arc in the air and with a "crack", it slashed hard into Yan Rong's right arm.

Yan Rong felt as if his right arm was being burned by raging fire and cut by sharp blades. The excruciating pain was so intense that he let out a miserable groan and lost his grip on the cane, which "whooshed" to the side.

But he was a seasoned veteran of the martial world, and even though he was injured, he still had the strength to fight back desperately. Taking advantage of his loss of balance, he kicked Lin Zhihao in the neck.

Upon seeing this, Lin Zhihao's internal hard qi surged instantly, his true qi protecting his entire body like an impenetrable wall. With a muffled "bang," he steadily withstood the kick, his feet moving forward without stopping, like a surging tide, his entire body like a cannonball, crashing fiercely into Yan Rong.

Yan Rong, a seasoned con artist who had been in the underworld for many years and was also a "leader" among them, had a keen and sharp eye and instantly saw through Lin Zhihao's intentions in the fight.

He has always adhered to the principle of not confronting others unless absolutely necessary, and he immediately stepped aside to try to create some distance.

Unfortunately, the wound on his waist was bleeding profusely. The gushing blood was like a greedy leech, constantly draining his strength and slowing him down, greatly diminishing his former agility.

He could only dodge and parry with his remaining left arm, but he had no other weapons. Under Lin Zhihao's relentless onslaught, he gradually found himself at a disadvantage.

In the chaos, he was caught off guard and was punched hard on the shoulder by Lin Zhihao, causing him to stagger and fall uncontrollably.

Yan Rong was terrified. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he quickly rolled on the ground, using his hands to push himself up and try to escape. His hurried steps kicked up a cloud of dust.

How could Lin Zhihao give him a chance to escape? Relying on his speed advantage, he caught up with him instantly like a ghost, holding the bone-chopping knife high in his hand, and slashed down fiercely with a determination to kill.

With a "thud," the sharp blade pierced deeply into Yan Rong's back. Yan Rong's whole body trembled violently, and his shrill screams echoed all around. His legs went weak, and he collapsed forward to the ground, barely breathing.

Lin Zhihao seemed to be in a killing frenzy, ignoring the panicked screams of pedestrians and the astonished gazes of shopkeepers around him. He strode towards Yan Rong, who had fallen to the ground, his eyes devoid of pity. He raised his cleaver high once more, its cold light gleaming in the sunlight. As his arm fell, there was another "plop" sound. Yan Rong's body twitched slightly a few times before finally becoming still. Blood slowly spread beneath him, staining the ground red.