Gao Wu insists on cultivating immortality.

Chapter 335 Divine Fist
The arena was specially built by headquarters and is capable of withstanding battles at the level of martial arts masters.

The military values ​​individual ability most, such as leadership and command skills, which cannot be quantified.

Individual abilities, however, can be easily compared to determine who is better.

Many people have a strong competitive spirit, and the arena is a place for fair competition.

This is the first time the arena has welcomed so many spectators since it was built.

Outside the circular glass wall, there were already layers upon layers of people.

Standing in the center of the arena, Gao Wu became the focus of everyone's attention. Everyone knew of this number one celebrity in Beizhou, but for most people, it was the first time they had seen him in person, and everyone was extremely curious.

Gao Wu didn't need to look up; with his powerful spiritual senses, he could perceive the complex emotions in the eyes of those around him—curiosity, scrutiny, envy, jealousy, doubt, and disdain.

Some of them were quite hostile towards him.

Gao Wu didn't look at many people; considering the number of people, the proportion of those who were hostile to him was abnormally low.

As for why the other party was malicious, there is no need to investigate as long as it has nothing to do with the cultists.

He knew very well that his sudden rise to power had actually blocked the path of many people and damaged the interests of many others.

Especially with Song Mingyue appearing alongside him, a large number of Song family members are definitely very dissatisfied with this.

Over the decades, the Song family has developed a very stable family system.

Even someone as powerful as Song Xuetao, who forcibly appointed Song Mingyue, who had no connections, to a position, would inevitably provoke strong dissatisfaction from both superiors and subordinates.

No one dared to disrespect Song Xuetao, so this discontent naturally turned against Song Mingyue. As Song Mingyue's close friend and tacitly acknowledged husband, he naturally had to bear the brunt of the Song family's dissatisfaction.

Gao Wu even understood why the martial arts competition had to be held publicly; it was Song Xuetao's way of letting him demonstrate his strength in public and quell the criticism from his family.

Otherwise, why would the mighty King Wu have gathered so many people as an audience?

He no longer cared about these empty titles. The seventh-level bishops had been wiped out, so whether the Song family recognized him or not was not so important.

It's just that the old man meant well, and it's for Song Mingyue's sake, so today he'll cooperate and put on a good show, letting the Song family elites see the abilities of this young man from the bottom of society.

A commotion arose from the crowd outside, and Gao Wu knew that Song Xuetao must have arrived.

The old man was dressed in a black military uniform and carried a five-foot-long sword with a black sheath. A guard dutifully followed behind him.

When people saw Song Xuetao along the way, they hurriedly saluted and then respectfully greeted him.

Song Xuetao smiled and nodded politely in response.

When Song Xuetao arrived at the steps leading to the entrance of the martial arts arena, he stopped and glanced at Gao Wu, who was waiting in the arena.

Gao Wu saluted from afar. Whether in public or private matters, or in the realm of martial arts, Song Xuetao was a senior he had to respect.

Even in terms of character, Song Xuetao's decades-long dedication to the aurora ice field is something he greatly admires.

Compared to the likes of Qu Hanshan and Tian Wuji, Song Xuetao was truly a pure martial artist and a pure soldier.

Song Xuetao smiled at Gao Wu, then looked around at the group of elite military personnel: "Today is a rare opportunity. Gao Wu is right here, so you can all come down and challenge him."

He glanced at the group of Song family disciples and said, "If you can withstand ten moves from Gao Wu, I will reward you handsomely. If you can defeat Gao Wu, this Snow Wave Blade will be yours."

The five-foot-long Xuetao Blade was Song Xuetao's most important divine weapon, and it was also a symbol of Song Xuetao.

Whoever obtains the Snow Wave Blade will gain the old man's approval and become the next head of the Song family.

Upon hearing Song Xuetao's words, the Song family members all appeared excited and thrilled.

Looking at Song Mingying, whose eyes were shining, Song Chunshan sighed inwardly, thinking that this grandson was really not up to any good.

Regardless of who killed Shi Potian, the video of Gao Wu killing a level six Dragon Slayer Knight is still there. How could Song Mingying, a mere level five, possibly defeat Gao Wu...?

Fortunately, Song Mingying quickly calmed down and realized that this was an impossible task.

The others had also figured it out, and the excitement on their faces disappeared, leaving only helplessness and frustration.

Song Xuetao continued, "You're scared before you've even made a move. You have to experience it for yourself to know how capable someone is."

He then addressed the elite troops around him, saying, "Everyone has a chance. You don't need to win; as long as you perform well, you will be rewarded."

Everyone was tempted upon hearing this, and just then, Song Mingying stepped forward first, "Sir, I'm willing to give it a try." Song Xuetao nodded: "Regardless of winning or losing, your courage is commendable."

Song Mingying has a square face, thick eyebrows, and fierce eyes, giving him a very valiant air. He is not yet thirty years old, but he is already a level five martial arts master.

Such cultivation at this age is rare even in the entire alliance. As the eldest son and grandson, most members of the Song family assume he will become the future head of the Song family.

That's why Song Mingyue's sudden appearance made him quite uncomfortable. Regardless of winning or losing, he had to go up and assess Gao Wu's strength.

"Song Mingying, please enlighten me." Song Mingying bowed.

"please."

Gao Wu returned the greeting with a cupped hand. He was not clear about the Song family's situation, but he knew as soon as he saw the other person that this person had some ill intentions towards him.

Song Mingying clenched his fist, and a giant white tiger materialized behind him. The tiger exuded an icy aura, and its silvery-white eyes were filled with a solemn and chilling murderous intent.

Being able to transform the illusory image of martial arts into reality and condense one's own martial arts essence is already the state of a top-level martial arts master.

Gao Wu also thought Song Mingying's training was good, but that was about it. She was roughly on par with Qu Tianji.

However, he was a few years older than Qu Tianji, and his actual aptitude was still inferior to Qu Tianji's.

Faced with Song Mingying's icy and ferocious Tiger Fist, Gao Wu moved with the grace of a dragon, retreating left and right, managing to evade three punches from Song Mingying.

Just as Song Mingying was about to throw her fourth punch, Gao Wu delivered a pistol-style thrust that struck the opening before Song Mingying could throw her punch.

At the same level of source energy, Gao Wu's pistol-style attack was fast and concealed. Although its penetrating power was insufficient, it could unleash eleven layers of pistol force in succession, directly penetrating Song Mingying's protective source energy field, causing Song Mingying to experience severe pain in his ribs, and also breaking all his source energy changes.

By the time Song Mingying reacted, Gao Wu had already stepped back and politely bowed, saying, "Thank you for your kind offer."

Song Mingying's expression was somewhat complicated. He knew he couldn't win, but he hadn't even been able to withstand a single move and had been defeated by Gao Wu's crude and simple pistol-style punches, which gave him a strong sense of frustration.

Out of basic courtesy, Song Mingying cupped her hands in greeting before silently leaving the arena.

The surrounding spectators erupted in an uproar.

Everyone recognized that Gao Wu was using Zhanbing Fist, and both sides seemed to have similar speed and strength. Gao Wu defeated Song Mingying with a casual move, demonstrating his complete dominance.

The skill level difference between the two is too great!

However, with Song Mingying leading the way, the elite soldiers all wanted to test Gao Wu's prowess.

One after another, military experts entered the fray, and all of them were defeated in the fourth move, all of them using the same fighting style.

Gao Wu's Zhanbing Fist technique was truly masterful; it was simple and direct, yet always managed to pinpoint weaknesses.

In his hands, the Zhanbing Fist truly possessed a formidable and invincible power.

Dozens of elite military personnel took turns to fight, but strictly speaking, they were all defeated by Gao Wu with a single move using the Zhanbing Fist.

At first, everyone was just playing around, but as they lost more and more and more, and no one could withstand a single move, everyone's expressions turned grim.

The Aurora Legion is so renowned, yet it is to be defeated by a nineteen-year-old boy today?

Although Song Xuetao didn't care, others couldn't help but care.

Even Bai Tiejun, who had a fairly good relationship with Gao Wu, looked serious at this moment.

He said to Yuan Xinghai, the special operations commander standing to the side, "Xinghai, why don't you go up and try your hand? Let the young man see that our army still has some experts..."

Yuan Xinghai glanced at Bai Tiejun: "Why don't you go up?"

"I'd be feeding if I went in as a level 5. It has to be you!"

Bai Tiejun wasn't trying to stir up trouble; he was genuinely curious about Gao Wu's level of martial arts.

Yuan Xinghai was the youngest level six soldier in the army, and sparring with Gao Wu would be a good opportunity for him to hone his skills. It would also allow everyone to see Gao Wu's true abilities.

"Let's go! How can we miss such a great opportunity!"

As he spoke, Yuan Xinghai took the Qingguang Sword from the guard beside him, nodded to Song Xuetao, and then gracefully entered the arena.

Upon seeing Yuan Xinghai leave the stage, a cheer erupted from the crowd. Everyone knew how formidable Yuan Xinghai was, and they were counting on him to redeem them…

(End of this chapter)