A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Police morgue morgue cabinets.

Lu Xuanxin stood at a distance, frowning, staring at the two corpses on the iron bed in front of her.

Xiahou Wu stood between the two corpses, rummaging through them. His expression had become extremely solemn since he entered.

"How is it?" Lu Xuanxin asked anxiously.

Xiahou Wu stood up and remained silent for a long time before letting out a heavy sigh, "A master."

"I know they were experts, otherwise how could these two experts have been killed? And what about the others? Master Xia, haven't you heard of this kind of killing technique in the martial arts world?"

Lu Xuanxin's eyes held a scrutinizing gaze; Xiahou Wu was practically a walking martial arts manual.

He knew most of the masters in the martial arts world, so Lu Xuanxin risked being punished by Liao Zhizhong and went to great lengths to invite Xiahou Wu here.

What if Xiahou Wu really knows these deadly moves?

Those who could kill Shao Henian and Tan Jingyao were no small figures in the martial arts world.

Matters of the martial world should be resolved by people of the martial world.

This is Lu Xuanxin's style of handling cases; she is absolutely not bound by tradition.

She's willing to accept anything as long as the case can be solved.

"I don't know him, but he's definitely a super expert. And he's proficient in all schools of thought."

Lu Xuanxin asked curiously, "You made that judgment based on these two corpses?"

Xiahou Wu pointed at Tan Jingrao, "The King of Northern Legs, his body was broken in many places by leg techniques. Although the fatal injury was a broken neck, it was the leg techniques that truly rendered him unable to resist."

"I can imagine that the person who fought Tan Jingyao was extremely skilled in leg techniques, and defeated Tan Jingyao almost completely, and then launched a fatal blow."

Lu Xuanxin was taken aback. "Shao Henian also died from internal martial arts?"

Xiahou Wu nodded. "If Wang Zhe's body can be found, he must have had many bones and tendons broken during his capture."

"Grappling, leg techniques, internal martial arts."

"He was following the pattern of first grappling, then leg techniques, and finally internal martial arts..."

"What's next? Does he intend to continue killing?" Lu Xuanxin asked anxiously, her voice heavy with worry.

"No, no... he's not following boxing techniques... but rather a school of thought... fists, kicks, internal martial arts, external martial arts... grappling... and... weapons?"

"The three top masters are dead, and apart from Hong Ye, there is no representative among weapon masters..."

"Xiao Wang, Xiao Wang, hurry up and go to Hong Ye's house with some men to protect him! Stop talking nonsense and set off immediately."

Lu Xuanxin immediately took out her phone and started shouting at it.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Xuanxin seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly asked, "What about the external martial arts expert?"

Xiahou Wu frowned, "My maternal family is mine... I..."

His eyes widened in horror. "The Unity Sect!! If they're going to take any further action, they're headed for the Unity Sect!!"

"Junior sister!!"

Xiahou Wu rushed out in a panic.

Lu Xuanxin glanced at the two corpses in the distance and hurriedly chased after them.

"Requesting backup. This is Lu Xuanxin. Team A, proceed to the He Yi Men branch immediately!"

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Heavy rain lashed against a detached villa in Tai Mo Shan, Hong Kong, the glass curtain wall appearing blurry from the rain.

Feng Yuxiu found Hong Ye's villa using his memories from his previous life.

Hong Ye, dressed in a kendo uniform, was practicing the final stance of a sword move.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he abruptly turned his head to look at the wall.

Unbeknownst to him, Feng Yuxiu had silently appeared beneath the wall, staring at him with icy eyes.

"who are you?"

Hong Ye showed no surprise, instead calmly staring at Feng Yuxiu.

With a sword in hand, unless the opponent has a pistol, but at this distance, even if there is a pistol, there is a pavilion in front of him.

It was enough to stop the first bullet, and he didn't think anyone would dare to carry a gun in broad daylight.

Although he is a master of swordsmanship, he is also an actor.

Although the film was made under the influence of the boss of Dongying Film Company, the boss actually paid for it.

Whether it's a martial arts film or a Category III film, they accept all comers; as long as they get paid, what's the harm in making a film?

Making money is the only way to go; he doesn't believe anyone in this day and age can turn down money.

He believed that he had not provoked any gangs, and although Tung Ying was also a gang, it had no conflicts of interest with other gangs.

After all, other gangs don't understand things like making movies.

Moreover, Tung Ying initially dominated half of the Hong Kong film industry, leaving other gangs with nothing to do but wash dishes.

Therefore, the film industry was completely monopolized by the East Ying Group, and there was no conflict of interest whatsoever.

So, Hong Ye was very curious at this moment: who exactly had come to cause him trouble?

Even kidnappers wouldn't kidnap a moderately wealthy actor like him; plenty of big bosses and sensible people are just standing there.

Therefore, Hong Ye was very curious about what this person who broke into his home wanted to do.

Feng Yuxiu smiled slightly, "I'm here to challenge you."

The reason he was so polite to Hong Ye was simply because he had been bloodthirsty in his previous life, and Hong Ye shouldn't have died.

This actor has no scandals whatsoever; he has dedicated his life to martial arts.

Furthermore, several years later, he donated millions to charitable causes for children in mountainous areas and in mainland China.

In his previous life, Feng Yuxiu naturally didn't care about this nonsense.

His sole purpose was to awaken the martial arts world through slaughter.

But now that idea has changed, or perhaps his status and position have made him no longer want to do that.

A person who can control their own thoughts is extremely terrifying. Feng Yuxiu only intended to spar with Hong Ye.

He was someone who was insignificant to the gang and never participated in it.

It has no impact on his mission.

As for seeing his face?
Feng Yuxiu laughed. This wasn't America. Even if he saw it, who could do anything to him?
Don't forget what's behind him? Orders from the capital. Whom does he fear?

Hong Ye raised an eyebrow. "A martial arts contest? You want to come to my house for a martial arts contest?"

Feng Yuxiu twisted his neck. "Master Hong, actually, my weakest skill is weapons. So I plan to test my weakness before the final battle."

“You are not a gang expert, so I am a sparring match for you, not a killing match.”

Hong Ye's eyes suddenly widened. Recently, a chilling legend had been circulating in the martial arts world.

There are masters hunting down martial arts experts everywhere.

Thinking of this rumor, Hong Ye's expression turned serious. "Alright, please change your clothes. May I use a bamboo sword?"

"of course can."

Feng Yuxiu smiled.

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Hong Ye's right index finger, which was holding the bamboo sword, was slightly curled, and his fingertip felt the fine texture of the bamboo. This was a habit he had developed over thirty years of sword practice, which allowed him to maintain a calm mind in any environment.

Three meters in front of him, Feng Yuxiu's black kendo uniform was clad tightly at the hem, his arm holding the bamboo sword was taut and straight, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

“Master Hong, I’ve heard so much about you.” Feng Yuxiu smiled faintly. “Everyone in the martial arts world says you are the pillar of Hong Kong’s swordsmanship. I’ve come here today to learn from you.”

Hong Ye frowned almost imperceptibly, and the sensation at her fingertips became clearer.

He had seen countless challengers, from passionate young men to skilled fighters eager to make a name for themselves, but he had never seen such a look in his eyes.

There was no fighting spirit in Feng Yuxiu's eyes, only an obsession with winning, as if what was happening before him was not a sword duel, but a gamble that had to be paid for with his life.

"The way of the sword lies in self-cultivation, not in belligerence." Hong Ye's voice was calm, like a clear mountain spring. "If you only want to exchange techniques, I can give you some pointers."

"Guidance?" Feng Yuxiu suddenly chuckled, his laughter full of sarcasm. "Master Hong, are you getting old? You've even lost the courage to take a gamble?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly moved!
With his left foot slamming into the floor, he pushed off with his right foot, and the bamboo sword, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, thrust straight at Hong Ye's face. It was a basic sword thrust, but he used it with the force of a thunderbolt.

Hong Ye was startled; the speed and power far exceeded his expectations.

But thirty years of swordsmanship had already become second nature to him. Instead of retreating, he advanced, shifting his left foot half a foot to the side to avoid the sword tip. At the same time, he swung his bamboo sword horizontally, accurately striking the middle section of Feng Yuxiu's bamboo sword.

"Ding"

With a crisp sound, the vibration of the two swords clashing traveled up his arm. Hong Ye felt that the opponent's force was not only fierce but also carried a strange swirling force, which caused his bamboo sword to deviate slightly by half an inch.

"Impressive skills!" A hint of fanaticism flashed in Feng Yuxiu's eyes. Without stopping, he flipped his wrist, turning the bamboo sword from a thrust to a slash, aiming straight for Hong Ye's left shoulder.

His swordplay was devoid of any frills; every move was aimed directly at the vital points, yet the transitions were seamless.

Hong Ye's contempt completely vanished, replaced by solemnity.

He moved with precise four-step footwork, his body as light as a butterfly's wings, dodging and weaving an impenetrable defense line with his bamboo sword in front of him.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

In just ten seconds, the two swords clashed more than ten times, the crisp sounds echoing in the empty villa, mixed with the heavy breathing of the two men and the roar of the torrential rain.

Hong Ye gradually figured out Feng Yuxiu's methods.

Ruthless, fast, and accurate, it abandons all feints and is a completely desperate fighting style.

"Your sword has no rules, only slaughter," Hong Ye said in a deep voice while parrying.

His bamboo sword suddenly switched from defense to offense, the tip of the sword emerging like a venomous snake, stabbing straight at Feng Yuxiu's wrist.

This sword strike, delivered at a tricky angle, not only neutralized the opponent's attack but also allowed him to control the opponent's weapon. It was his signature move, "Pointing Star."

He already had a chance of winning. Although Feng Yuxiu's sword was fierce, it was too hasty. As long as he could find a weakness, he could defeat him in one move.

Feng Yuxiu seemed to have anticipated this, his wrist suddenly sank down, forcefully avoiding Hong Ye's sword tip. At the same time, he lunged forward, abandoning his defense, and his bamboo sword swept across Hong Ye's waist at an extremely strange angle.

This completely violates the common sense of swordsmanship and is a suicidal fighting style!

Hong Ye's pupils contracted sharply, and a strong sense of shock surged within him.

He never expected Feng Yuxiu to be so crazy, willing to expose all his weaknesses in order to hit him.

He instinctively tried to parry with his sword, but Feng Yuxiu was too fast, and the chill of the bamboo sword was already approaching his waist and abdomen.

Left with no other choice, Hong Ye could only retreat rapidly, pressing his bamboo sword downwards in an attempt to block the fatal blow.

Although the bamboo sword blocked Feng Yuxiu's sword strike, the brute force still caused the bamboo sword to slam into Hong Ye's side, sending a piercing pain through him.

Hong Ye grunted, lost his balance, and staggered back two steps.

His shock deepened. Feng Yuxiu's sword was not only ruthless but also had no bottom line. This fighting style had deviated from the realm of swordsmanship and was a beastly slaughter.

"What? Master Hong is scared?" Feng Yuxiu pressed his advantage, his figure following closely like a shadow. He thrust out his bamboo sword again, this time aiming for Hong Ye's throat.

Despite the pain in his side, Hong Ye forced himself to steady himself and parried upwards with his bamboo sword.

His train of thought was completely disrupted, and his originally calm state of mind was thrown into chaos by Feng Yuxiu's madness.

He began to reflect on whether he had been too bound by the rules of swordsmanship, which was why he had been forced into this predicament by this unorthodox fighting style.

Feng Yuxiu's sword has no set moves, yet every move precisely targets his weaknesses, exploiting his kindness and respect for the way of the sword to constantly create opportunities.

The two swords clashed again. Hong Ye used all his strength to deflect Feng Yuxiu's sword, while stepping forward with his right foot, trying to gain a favorable position.

But at that moment, Feng Yuxiu suddenly made a move that Hong Ye had not expected.

He abruptly released his right hand from the sword, letting it fall to the ground. At the same time, his left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the blade of Hong Ye's bamboo sword, while his right fist slammed into Hong Ye's face with a whooshing sound.

"You!" Hong Ye was completely stunned. He had never seen anyone abandon their weapon and attack with their fists and feet in a sword duel.

This is not just disrespect for Kendo; it is a desecration of the entire Kendo community.

His mind went blank for a moment, and it was this moment of hesitation that allowed Feng Yuxiu's fist to slam solidly into his cheek.

A sharp pain shot through Hong Ye, and everything went black before his eyes as he fell backward.

But with his strong willpower, he still did not let go of the bamboo sword in his hand and struggled to stand up.

He looked at Feng Yuxiu, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.

He couldn't understand why anyone would go to such lengths to win.

Feng Yuxiu did not give Hong Ye a chance to stand up. He picked up the bamboo sword that had fallen to the ground, walked step by step to Hong Ye, and pointed the tip of the sword at Hong Ye's heart.

“Master Hong, you’ve lost.” His voice was cold. “Your sword is too clean, so clean that it’s vulnerable.”

Hongye lay on the floor, rain splashing in from the window and soaking his kendo uniform.

The pain in his side and the numbness in his cheeks intertwined, but what he felt most strongly was the lingering shock.

He spent his life practicing swordsmanship, pursuing the Great Dao and the perfection of his state of mind, but he never expected to be defeated by such a ruthless person.

Looking at the coldness in Feng Yuxiu's eyes, he suddenly understood that some people can abandon everything, including dignity, morality, and even humanity, in order to win.

“You won…” Hong Ye’s voice was weak, with a hint of a sigh.

“Master Hong, martial arts are killing techniques. The idea that practicing martial arts can strengthen the body is just something that beginners who haven’t even started say.”

"I won't compete with you in anything else. The only reason I was able to beat you is because we've competed before. If it were our first time competing, I would definitely lose in terms of weapons."

Feng Yuxiu threw down the bamboo sword, turned around and went inside to change his clothes.

After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Something big is about to happen in the martial arts world. If you get involved, I definitely won't hold back."

"This is a well-intentioned reminder, after all, weapon masters are extremely rare in this era."

"Farewell."

Feng Yuxiu's intention towards Hong Ye was purely to make friends through martial arts, and he let Hong Ye go.

"Next, let's go check on the Heyi Sect. I think Xiahou Wu must have arrived by now."

Feng Yuxiu smiled.

"Xiahou Wu, I'm going to show you what it means to be loved by many. Let's see how your meddlesome nature from your past life works this time."

His hatred for Xiahou Wu was pure hatred.

In his previous life, he almost killed Xiahou Wu, that good-for-nothing who managed to get involved in the martial arts world with the help of two women.

This kind of person... deserves to die a hundred times over; he has completely violated the code of the martial arts world. (End of Chapter)