Zombie Bodyguard
Chapter 338 - 337: Bone Shrinking Skill

Chapter 338: Chapter 337: Bone Shrinking Skill

Zi Yan’s massage was just perfect, and Lin Tian relaxed unconsciously, tilting his head back. Unseen by him, Zi Yan subtly stepped back to avoid his approach, continuing her kneading without missing a beat, flawlessly executing her technique.

Lin Tian knew this woman could be seductive at times, or full of allure, like a fully ripened peach, delicious and tempting. But if someone really thought they could take advantage of her, that was bound to be impossible unless force was used.

The most displeased person in the meeting room was Bai Yuze. The Miss he was pursuing seemed to have a good impression of Lin Tian, and now even the Second Miss stood obediently behind him, along with another beautiful woman massaging Lin Tian.

Could it be that Lin Tian was the bane of women, attracting so many yet still managing to keep them in harmonious coexistence? Bai Yuze grew more and more resentful the more he thought about it.

As everyone remained silent, the atmosphere in the conference room turned a bit eerie. Lin Tian gestured for Zi Yan and Xiao Manxuan to sit down, then stood up himself.

"Boss Bai, it’s been a long time, and you still look remarkable," Lin Tian walked over and dropped a completely bland remark.

Bai Yuanhao’s facial muscles twitched slightly. They had just met a few days ago, and to hear ’it’s been a long time’ as if the Bai family’s recent losses were trivial and forgettable to him, left him feeling underrated.

However, Bai Yuanhao was deeply cunning and managed not to let his frustration show. He replied very politely, "Mr. Lin is still as charming as ever. Our guests have traveled from afar, aren’t you going to invite us to sit down?"

It had been five minutes since they’d entered the meeting room, and Lin Tian had made no move to invite them to sit. Bai Yuanhao felt it ridiculous to continue standing, so he tactfully brought it up.

He also knew Lin Tian well; the young man was anything but conventional and might indeed leave a group of people standing foolishly.

"Of course, I and Futian Yizhi met once before, and as the saying goes, ’it’s fate that brings people together no matter how far apart they may be.’ Our meeting today proves that saying right," Lin Tian said with a laugh, rambling on but still not inviting the Japanese to sit.

Futian Yizhi, watching Lin Tian’s smiling face, felt an urge to smash it. Internally cursing, nobody has any fate with you—soon, the humiliation on the plane will be repaid a hundredfold.

He suppressed his bitterness and continued Lin Tian’s line, "Mr. Lin, this is our second meeting. I am truly sorry for the disturbance with so many people today. Let me introduce you to my right-hand man."

He pointed at a big bulky man and said with a smile: "This is Nomura Tarou, Mr. Nomura, come and meet Mr. Lin."

Futian Yizhi spoke normally, but when he called Nomura Tarou over, there was an indiscernible smirk in his eyes. Lin Tian saw it too but didn’t care. Futian introducing his subordinate out of the blue had to be fishy.

But Lin Tian was fearless, always ready to counter whatever came his way—when the Japanese come, fight them as if they were invaders.

Nomura Tarou, signaled by Futian Yizhi, moved forward. As he approached, everyone had a strange illusion as if a mountain of flesh was moving towards them.

"Mr. Lin, hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you." Nomura Tarou said as he nodded and then extended his right hand for a handshake.

Lin Tian looked down at that hand, as large as a fan, with thick palms. His knuckles and the edges of his palms had thick calluses, presumably from frequently grabbing things.

So it was, they wanted the father to make a fool of himself. Lin Tian saw through Futian Yizhi’s intention; the chubby man had long trained the strength of his palms, and combined with his brawny build, his gripping power must be incredibly formidable.

When shaking hands and applying force, the pained person would definitely bend over from the agony, and if the grip was even stronger, the intense pain could bring someone to their knees on the spot.

They wanted the father to kneel? Then they couldn’t blame the father for getting angry. Lin Tian smiled and reached out his hand to grasp Mr. Nomura’s.

Sure enough, the moment he grasped it, Mr. Nomura’s palm suddenly squeezed tightly, and Lin Tian felt a surge of great force. If this power were applied on an ordinary person’s hand, their palm bones would fracture immediately, severely crippling the entire hand.

However, Lin Tian stood unshakeably, let Mr. Nomura exert his strength as he might, his expression unchanged. The friction of the bones made a "crackling" sound, and Mr. Nomura exerted all his strength, his facial fat trembling slightly.

The frail middle-aged man had been like a statue all this while; he finally lifted his eyelids and glanced at Lin Tian. Futian Yizhi was also full of surprise; he was very clear about Mr. Nomura’s capabilities—a direct squeeze could flatten a steel pipe, his horrifying grip strength was imaginable.

But now, he couldn’t subdue a young man. Futian knew that Lin Tian was skilled in martial arts, but this was not a comparison of martial arts but of grip strength. Could it be that this young man’s hand was harder than a steel pipe?

"Hehe, Mr. Nomura really has some skills," Lin Tian suddenly chuckled and said.

No sooner had he spoken than Lin Tian forcefully squeezed, and the scene with Vice Director Jin recurred, with Mr. Nomura’s palm suddenly emitting a horrifying sound of bone cracking.

Yet Mr. Nomura was much tougher than Vice Director Jin, bravely not uttering a sound, only sweat beads densely popping out on his face, dripping down drop by drop.

Now everyone knew that the two sides were seriously competing. It was Mr. Nomura who was at a loss. Seeing that things were going poorly, Futian Yizhi quickly made eye contact with the frail middle-aged man.

That middle-aged man also stepped forward, approaching while saying, "Mr. Lin, I’m pleased to meet you. My name is Hattori Xiuming."

This middle-aged man, who introduced himself as Hattori Xiuming, reached out for Lin Tian’s hand, but to others, it seemed just a gesture of shaking hands.

Here comes another one, Lin Tian scoffed internally, narrowing his eyes and releasing Mr. Nomura’s hand to grasp Hattori Xiuming’s. This hand, unlike that of the chubby man, was almost fleshless, appearing like skin over bones, which looked quite terrifying.

But Lin Tian didn’t care what kind of hand it was, even if it were a skeleton hand, he would still grasp it unequivocally. He instantly increased his grip the moment he held it. At that moment, Hattori Xiuming could no longer remain calm. Shock flashed in his eyes, and he tried to withdraw his hand, but it seemed too late.

In the nick of time, Hattori Xiuming’s arm weirdly wriggled, and his hand suddenly shrunk, slipping from Lin Tian’s grasp to avoid a bone-crushing fate.

Bone Shrinking Skill! Lin Tian’s eyes were full of surprise, it was the Bone Shrinking Skill. He had once heard from Manxue that there was a strange cultivation technique in the Ancient Martial World called the Bone Shrinking Skill.

The Bone Shrinking Skill didn’t literally shrink the bones but allowed Ancient Martial Artists to cultivate True Qi, operating it according to a special method to reduce the gap between muscles and bones. Naturally, the body parts where True Qi was applied would shrink.

Those who mastered the Bone Shrinking Skill, let alone shrinking a hand, could shrink a whole adult into a bundle. Due to long-term cultivation, the bodies of Ancient Martial Artists who practiced the Bone Shrinking Skill, nourished by True Qi, were also very robust. It was said that upon reaching the ultimate level, True Qi could circulate throughout the body, achieving a state impermeable to knives and guns.

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