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

"Hi hi hi hi!"

"Hahahaha!"

Inside the Heyimen Martial Arts School, students were practicing martial arts sparsely, chatting and laughing with each other in the corner.

Some of them are purely driven by hobby and interest, while others are truly disciples who are united with the sect.

Xiahou Wu stood on the second floor, staring down at the scene with a gloomy expression, his mind filled with the image of Shan Ying, who seemed to want to say something but couldn't.

That expert.

He killed three top experts in a row within 48 hours and still had the strength to come looking for him.

Why are you looking for him? It must be for a martial arts competition.

Since he was no longer alive, this master might not be sure about the martial arts of the He Yi Sect when facing his junior sister, so he deliberately challenged her to a duel.

No, no, what if it's wrong?

This expert didn't even come to the He Yi Sect; he went directly to Hong Ye.
So, who exactly is this man who entered the Unity Gate?

My junior sister used to say whatever she wanted to me; she was originally my woman!
why? ? ?
Could that man really be my junior sister's boyfriend?

Doubt, constant denial, doubt, certainty, overturning.

Xiahou Wu was completely trapped in an endless cycle, and his anger surged like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf everything.

He is an extreme chauvinist; once he has made up his mind, he will absolutely not allow anyone else to touch it.

He had considered Shan Ying his exclusive possession since she was a child.

Now, such a beautiful woman may have been taken by other men.

Anger caused Xiahou Wu's eyes to turn red. He stared at the students practicing martial arts below and suddenly walked down.

The students stood up straight and greeted Xiahou Wu, saying, "Hello, Master."

Some were still sparsely and listlessly practicing their familiar moves on the wooden stakes.

"Martial arts must be taken seriously."

boom!
Xiahou Wu slammed his fist into the wooden stake, and the stake, which was about the size of a bowl, instantly cracked open.

The other disciples, seeing Xiahou Wu's anger for the first time, stared at him in stunned silence.

"Martial arts are honed over time."

"Start by forging your muscles and bones."

bang bang.

Two more punches landed, and the wooden stake shattered completely.

"Come on, block my way!"

Xiahou Wu suddenly punched his apprentice next to him.

The apprentice instinctively raised his arms to block, but was sent flying by a punch.

"Come on, block me!"

"files!"

"files!"

Bang bang bang!
With three punches, several disciples of the He Yi Sect instantly collapsed to the ground.

"This punch represents twenty years of training. Can you withstand it? Training is paramount! This is the way of martial arts: train!"

The eyes of some of the disciples with similar interests lit up.

"Awesome, really awesome! You broke that thick wooden stake with one punch. Doesn't Master Xia's hand hurt?"

"Holy crap, this is the first time I've ever seen a real martial arts master. Martial arts novels aren't just a lie."

The apprentices stared wide-eyed at Xiahou Wu with admiration. There were many martial arts schools in Hong Kong, and some even claimed to be the successors of Ip Man and Bruce Lee.

But apart from their ridiculously high tuition fees, they don't have anything else to offer.

Now, they have witnessed Xiahou Wu's skills with their own eyes.

In today's society, what does it mean to break a wooden stake the thickness of a bowl with a single punch?
After venting his anger, Xiahou Wu went outside the martial arts hall for some fresh air.

But then she saw Lu Xuan rushing over, and her face still showed a trace of disbelief and shock.

"What happened? Has that expert appeared?"

Lu Xuanxin gasped for breath, and after a long while straightened up, a hint of fear flashed in her eyes. "Hong Ye is dead. He was stabbed in the throat in his own villa. His housekeeper called the police when she went to work today."

Xiahou Wu's pupils contracted, and his voice trembled, "Are you sure there wasn't a pistol assassination?"

"The forensic doctor has completed the autopsy; the victim was killed by a single sword to the throat."

Xiahou Wu's expression was solemn. He let out a long sigh. "I find it hard to imagine that there would be such a well-rounded master in the martial arts world. It's not surprising that he could defeat the other three masters. I could do that too... But that was Hong Ye, the master of weapons. He actually killed Hong Ye by fighting him with weapons."

"However, there is some good news: we have obtained his fingerprints! Perhaps Hong Ye put too much pressure on him, or perhaps Hong Ye's family did not agree to leave fingerprints in the other three places where fingerprints could not be found. In Hong Ye's villa, besides Hong Ye and the nanny, there is a third person's fingerprint."

"What about surveillance?" Xiahou Wu knew that fingerprint information was not very useful in this era.

Lu Xuanxin said helplessly, "No, Hong Ye is a master of weaponry. He is arrogant and believes that no one can harm him, so there are no surveillance devices in his home."

"This is good news, at least we've taken another step closer to this mysterious madman."

Xiahou Wu was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Can I go and take a look? I want to see just how skilled this madman is at weaponry."

"Of course, this matter concerns the entire martial arts world and has far exceeded the basic social stability. Therefore, we urgently need your martial arts community to join us. Moreover, I also need to find other hidden martial arts masters."

“If we keep killing like this, the mainland will also become suspicious of us. What if a criminal like Bai Baoshan emerges in Hong Kong? How will we explain that?”

What we fear most now is this madman indiscriminately killing ordinary people; someone with such skills would completely overwhelm ordinary people.

His lethality is no less than that of someone wielding heavy weapons.

We must find this madman before the accident causes any further damage.

Xiahou Wu took a few steps, then suddenly stopped, turned around, and walked into the martial arts hall, telling himself, "Don't let anyone in. We're not registering today."

"If you encounter someone really tough, call me immediately. Remember, never get into a conflict with them."

Xiahou Wu had to leave the martial arts school now. He believed that this madman had killed Hong Ye, and he would definitely be next.

As long as he leaves the martial arts school, this madman will not come back.

In this way, everyone in the He Yi Sect and their junior sister were safe.

All he wants is himself; he is the founder of external martial arts.

"Among the younger generation in the martial arts world, who else but me!" Xiahou Wu had this confidence.

The two hurried across the street. Lu Xuanxin asked in a trembling voice, "Hong Ye's death is a huge problem, unlike the other three martial arts masters. He had influence in Hong Kong and a strong presence in the entertainment industry. The Dongying people certainly won't let this go."

"Dongying had finally settled down, but now their cash cow is dead. You know, Hong Ye is planning to enter Hollywood tomorrow, and most of Dongying's revenue comes from Hong Ye."

This is what Lu Xuanxin is worried about. Hong Ye is dead. He is not like the other three martial arts masters who intervened in the gang's power.

Behind Hong Ye is the entire Tung Ying Group. Although Tung Ying no longer engages in gang activities, its roots extend beyond the entertainment industry. It has a vast network of connections and influence across various sectors, even in mainland China.

If Dong Ying gets angry, these gangs might revert to the era of the Young and Dangerous gangs twenty years ago. Xiahou Wu also realized the seriousness of the problem, "This is a crazy martial arts fanatic."

The two walked and talked quickly, not worried that others would hear their rambling conversation, and even if they did, they wouldn't understand it at all.

After the two walked down the steps of the street, a figure quietly watched their backs.

Xiahou Wu suddenly stopped, turned around sharply, and looked at the crowd with wolf-like eyes.

"What's wrong?" Lu Xuanxin asked curiously.

Xiahou Wu stared intently at the crowd for a long time before turning around and saying, "It's nothing, I might have misread it."

After the two got into the car, Feng Yuxiu, wearing a hat, walked out from the crowd, squinted his eyes, and looked somewhat puzzled.

Hong Ye really didn't kill him, if what Xiahou Wu and Lu Xuanxin said was true.

Then.

How did Hong Ye die?

Feng Yuxiu turned around and glanced at the Heyi Gate in the distance, then waved and hailed a yellow taxi.

Where did the boss go?

"Da Mao Shan".

"Okay."

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Inside the hospital morgue.

Xiahou Wu took off his gloves and stood up, his expression changing from the solemnity of the three men to a hint of wariness.

After taking another careful look at the forensic photos of the body at Hongye Villa, the suspicion turned into a hint of doubt.

"How about it?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it, it's very strange... Hong Ye has multiple sword wounds all over his body... Judging from the previous corpses, this madman who attacked martial arts masters didn't hold back when he attacked. But this time... he seems to have only managed to make a few cuts on Hong Ye... and the fatal wound was the sword that pierced through his heart."

Xiahou Wu closed his eyes, and that scene from back then flashed through his mind.

A skilled fighter can simulate basic fighting techniques through a battle between two people.

The screen begins to rewind:
Inside the villa.

The sword tips clashed, and a sudden humming sound arose.

Hong Ye stepped forward with his left foot, using the momentum to slash diagonally with his sword, aiming straight for the mysterious man's right shoulder.

The mysterious man spun around rapidly, his left arm brushing past the sword's edge, barely avoiding a fatal blow. At the same time, his right hand swung the longsword back, and Hong Ye twisted his body to dodge. A gash appeared on his left shoulder, the skin was slightly broken, and blood immediately seeped out.

Instead of retreating, Hong Ye advanced, his sword speed suddenly increasing as he launched a series of thrusts at the mysterious man's vital points in the chest and abdomen.

The mysterious man staggered, narrowly escaping death several times, only managing to parry with his lightning-fast reflexes, the clash of blades echoing loudly throughout the villa's living room.

Using the force of the parry, the mysterious man lunged sideways, his longsword grazing Hong Ye's right ribs and leaving a three-inch-long wound that reached deep into the muscle. Hong Ye let out a muffled groan, and his sword strike slowed slightly.

Taking advantage of this moment, the mysterious man suddenly changed his swordplay, abandoning defense and attacking all the openings around Hong Ye's body.

Despite his pain, Hong Ye swung his sword to defend, the tip of his sword precisely striking the mysterious man's sword spine, attempting to use the force to deflect the opponent's weapon.

Unexpectedly, the mysterious man completely disregarded the numbness in his wrist, forcibly changed his move, and used his longsword to bypass Hong Ye's sword blade and stab diagonally towards his left shoulder.

Hong Ye hurriedly lowered his shoulder, but a bloody gash was still cut open on his shoulder, and blood flowed down his arm. His hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

The continuous injuries caused Hong Ye's breathing to become erratic, and his sword speed slowed down by half a beat.

Seizing the opportunity, the mysterious man pushed off the ground with his left foot and shot out like an arrow, his long sword aimed straight at Hong Ye's heart.

Hong Ye blocked with his sword, and the moment the two swords clashed, the mysterious man suddenly abandoned his sword, pressed down on Hong Ye's sword with his left hand, drew a short blade from his waist with his right hand, and thrust it into Hong Ye's right abdomen.

Hong Ye was startled and tried to dodge, but it was too late. The short blade slashed his abdomen, and the intense pain made him stagger.

The outcome could be decided in an instant.

The mysterious man discarded his short blade, gripped his longsword again, and, ignoring Hong Ye's sword thrust aimed at his abdomen, charged forward with all his might.

Hong Ye's sword tip pierced the mysterious man's lower abdomen, but he was unable to withdraw in time due to the opponent's excessive momentum.

A ruthless glint flashed in the mysterious man's eyes. His longsword pierced through Hong Ye's defenses, precisely striking his heart.

The sword tip pierced through Hong Ye's back, drawing out a spray of blood.

Hong Ye's body stiffened, his sword-wielding hand fell limply to his side, and the light in his eyes quickly faded.

The mysterious man's chest heaved violently, and blood continued to gush from his wound, yet he held the sword hilt tightly, ensuring that the longsword pierced Hong Ye's heart completely. Only when Hong Ye's body slumped down did he slowly pull out the sword, and blood gushed out, staining the villa's floor red.

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"Hey?" Lu Xuanxin saw Xiahou Wu in a daze and hurriedly went over to nudge him.

Xiahou Wu regained his senses and then turned around. "That madman's swordsmanship isn't very good; he must be injured. How's the bloodstain analysis on the floor at Hong Ye's house?"

Hearing Xiahou Wu's overstepping interrogation, Lu Xuanxin was displeased, but still spoke up, "I'll be out this afternoon. Tell me your guess first."

Lu Xuanxin's tone was already very dissatisfied; she had already invited several reclusive martial arts leaders.

There might be unexpected developments in the case at that time.

Xiahou Wu was full of speculations and couldn't determine the true nature of this madman at all.

Lu Xuanxin was now certain that this madman's strength might be above Xiahou Wu's.

That's why Xiahou Wu was unable to discern the method of the crime from the corpse several times.

Logically speaking, someone who can reach this level of skill is not an unknown figure in the martial arts world.

Even if they remain hidden and do not make a move, the older generation of hidden masters can definitely identify them by the wounds on the corpses based on the techniques and moves passed down over the years.

"Oh, okay, I got it. So, according to your guess, his next target is definitely you?"

Xiahou Wu took a deep breath and straightened his chest. "That's for sure. In the martial arts world, my external skills are second to none. Who dares to claim to be number one? I'll naturally wait for them."

"Don't worry, I also want to meet him! Matters of the martial world should be resolved by the martial world. He has already gone against the great principles of the martial world. This matter has already involved the entire martial world, and we will all unite to deal with him."

This madman has killed four leaders who represent the martial arts world, and the entire martial arts world will not let him go.

"Alright, I'll go report to Inspector Liao first. There might be something big going on with Hung Hing, Chung Yee Shun, Tung Ying, and Portland Street recently. It's really annoying, what era are we living in that they're still doing this?"

Lu Xuanxin walked out angrily.

Xiahou Wu stood in front of the corpse, staring at Hong Ye's pale face in silence for a long time. His hands clenched tightly and trembled slowly, revealing his unease.

Is this madman truly capable of killing Hong Ye with weapons?

Ordinary people reach mastery of a skill by middle age, and this madman knows it all? That's absolutely impossible. No one has such an experience unless he's never slept since birth.

Getting to know him a little is fine, but for this madman to kill four top masters in a row is simply unbelievable.

Xiahou Wu slowly raised his head. "It seems we'll have to ask the older generation for help. A prodigy has emerged in the martial arts world." (End of Chapter)