Urban: It turns out this is a comprehensive world

"Holy crap! Is this Superman? Or a reclusive martial arts master?"

In the distance, at street corners and behind green belts, and among some vehicles parked on the roadside.

Hidden among them were many passersby who had witnessed Luo Xixi being attacked and had secretly called the police, but dared not approach her and only dared to watch from afar.

At first, a few strong young men and middle-aged men couldn't hold back and rolled up their sleeves, wanting to rush over and lend a hand, since the other party was clearly a vicious villain.

But the moment the five wanted criminals and the two bodyguards got into a fight, the onlookers immediately realized something was wrong. This was no ordinary street brawl; it was a battle of gods!

"Good heavens! It was just a handshake, how come a strong wind has suddenly arisen?"

The powerful blast wave shook the cars parked on the roadside violently, and the tires made a slight squeaking sound as they rubbed against the ground.

This terrifying power instantly extinguished everyone's desire to help. The few who were just eager to try quickly shrank back, even subconsciously breathing softly, for fear of being caught in the fighting.

The battle on the field was even more intense and exciting than everyone had expected, but the reversal of the situation came unexpectedly.

Just as everyone was holding their breath, watching the battlefield intently and waiting for the police to arrive, a young man suddenly appeared out of thin air and intervened in the battle without hesitation.

He moved with lightning speed, finishing off the wanted criminal with a lewd face who was clearly no good person in one move. The remaining four perpetrators were terrified and turned to flee in a frenzy.

Just as the onlookers breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the matter was over, another unexpected turn of events occurred.

Five dark figures suddenly sprang out of the vehicle that should have belonged to the victim. As soon as they landed, they went straight for the boy who had just fought off the thugs, and their attacks were ruthless and showed no mercy.

"What's going on? Is this repaying kindness with enmity?"

"Could they be in cahoots, putting on an act?"

The murmurs had barely begun when the boy collapsed to the ground, motionless, his fate unknown.

But that wasn't the end of it. Three more unremarkable figures appeared out of nowhere and immediately engaged in combat with four of the five.

No one could see where they came from; they only saw a flash of black shadows before the three of them were already standing firmly in the center of the battlefield.

The situation was full of twists and turns, and it seemed that the three figures were gradually falling into a disadvantageous position, and they might repeat the same mistake as the boy in the next second.

Just then, everyone's attention was drawn to a figure that soared into the air. It was an old man with white hair and beard, who was actually floating in mid-air on air!

"Holy crap! It can fly? This is a real Superman!"

Some people couldn't help but gasp, their hearts filled with shock: Was there a hidden side to this world, or had it quietly evolved, leaving only ordinary people like them behind?

Regardless, the old man's appearance was incredibly stylish, exuding an invisible sense of pressure.

The old man was ruthless and taciturn. Shortly after landing, he spoke a few words indifferently before launching a fierce attack on the group of five.

He simply raised his palm and slapped it down into the air. Although the onlookers could not see the invisible palm print of true energy, they could clearly feel the earth-shattering power. A stronger wind than before suddenly swept across the entire area, dust flew up, and visibility became blurred.

Of the five, the four who had been fighting earlier suddenly changed their expressions, their bodies tensed, and their ordinary faces were filled with painful struggle, as if they were being crushed by a mountain.

Just then, the young man who had been standing at the back without making a move suddenly moved, so fast that he was just a blur, and instantly blocked in front of the four of them. He also raised his hand and slapped back in the air.

"boom,!"

A deafening roar suddenly erupted, and even those onlookers more than a hundred meters away had their ears ringing and heads spinning. It took them quite a while to regain their senses.

When they could see the scene clearly again, all that could be heard was a chorus of "Holy crap!" and they were speechless.

"Goodness gracious, are these two performing magic? Or did they secretly use a bomb?"

"What bomb! I was recording the whole thing with my phone, I didn't release anything, it was just the two of them raising their hands to exchange fire, and that's how this commotion happened!"

"Is it a superpower?"

"I think it's more like legendary martial arts!"

"Nonsense! What martial art can make someone fly?"

The crowd whispered among themselves, their voices filled with disbelief. Many people gripped their phones tightly, afraid of missing this once-in-a-lifetime scene, their cameras fixed on the two people facing off in the center.

Meanwhile, on the roof of a two-story building not far away, five figures stood silently; they were the five members of the Dragon Group.

Chen Xuan, holding binoculars and staring at the center of the battlefield, frowned deeply and said in a grave tone, "It's that old monster from the Cheng family in the east, Cheng Xiaotian. How did he suddenly appear here?"

"I don't know, but judging from this situation, his relationship with that boy named Xiao Chen is definitely not ordinary."

Zhou Wang lay prone on the roof, his sniper rifle already set up, his eyes fixed on the ground below through the scope, his tone wary.

They were too far away to hear Luo Lingtian and Cheng Xiaotian's conversation, and could only guess at the situation by observing their actions.

"That old monster is going to attack Professor Luo and the others, what should we do?"

Tan Yueyue was also observing through binoculars, her voice tinged with anxiety, when she turned to Chen Xuan to ask for a solution.

"What should we do? I want to know too!"

Chen Xuan gave a wry smile, full of helplessness. "The higher-ups sent us to Haishi with the core mission of secretly protecting Professor Luo. We're lying in ambush here to deal with any emergencies."

If they were facing the previous five wanted criminals, or Xiao Chen and his three protectors, their equipment would still be of some use.

Especially for the four of the five wanted criminals who had not reached the Innate Realm, a sniper rifle would be enough to cause fatal damage.

Even against a martial artist at the Innate Realm, they can use firepower to harass and restrain them.

But right now they are facing experts at the Celestial Realm, whose equipment is barely adequate and can be of little use.

As for rushing down to join the battle?

Don't be ridiculous! They're all only at the early stage of the Innate Realm. If they rush down there, they're not helping at all; they're just throwing their lives away. In the end, Professor Luo will have to be distracted to protect them, which is just causing trouble.

"Don't panic too much. Captain Ye said before that Professor Luo's cultivation has broken through to the Gang Jin realm, which is equivalent to the Tianren realm of martial artists. Even if he can't beat Cheng Xiaotian, he can hold out for a while."

Xue Renli reassured them, "Besides, someone just called the police, and they should be here soon."

"I hope so."

Chen Xuan sighed helplessly, and for now he could only hope that the police would arrive as soon as possible.

Although the authorities have relaxed their control over Haishi and surrounding cities, they will never allow martial artists at the Celestial Realm to fight in front of the police and disregard worldly rules.

"It's really a pity."

As Zhou Wang stared at the battle situation through the scope, he couldn't help but sigh.

"When Professor Luo handed over the Chinese martial arts training method, we had already been on the path of martial arts for many years and had a solid foundation. Otherwise, I would definitely have switched to Chinese martial arts instead of wasting resources to cultivate martial arts."

It's not that traditional Chinese martial arts are stronger than martial arts; the methods of cultivation ultimately vary from person to person, and the key is the suitability of the practitioner.

But for these soldiers, traditional Chinese martial arts are undoubtedly more suitable.

As Luo Lingtian said, the essence of Chinese martial arts is the ultimate killing technique. It is sharp and domineering, and it does not rely on rare and precious materials. As long as you keep up with your diet and practice diligently, you will improve quickly and your power is in no way inferior to martial arts.

In contrast, the cultivation of true qi in martial arts not only requires extremely high talent, but also requires a massive accumulation of rare and precious materials to improve rapidly.

Their ability to break through to the Innate Realm in their twenties is entirely due to the enormous resources the country has invested in nurturing them; for ordinary people, it would be impossible.

Amidst the shocked onlookers and the tense anticipation of the five members of the Dragon Group, Luo Lingtian and Cheng Xiaotian stood facing each other on the road below, their auras growing increasingly fierce, clearly indicating that a new move was about to take place, and a peak duel between the Celestial Realm experts was about to erupt.

Cheng Xiaotian stood in front of Xiao Chen, his white hair fluttering in the night wind, his body radiating a faint flow of blazing sun energy, and a pale golden halo emanating from his palms. The scorching aura dispelled the night's chill, and even the bushes on both sides of the road seemed to wilt slightly from the heat.

Luo Lingtian stood with his hands behind his back opposite him, his figure as upright as a pine tree. His internal strength was concentrated in his dantian, not showing any outward manifestation. Only his eyes were sharp as an eagle, locked on the Celestial Realm martial artist in front of him.

"You little beast, how dare you hurt my grandson! Today I'll cripple you!"

Cheng Xiaotian roared and leaped into the air, his palms, imbued with blazing Sun True Qi, striking Luo Lingtian's face with the basic killing move, the Sun Palm.

The palm strike whistled, scorching the air and distorting it slightly, carrying a devastating and powerful force.

Luo Lingtian neither dodged nor evaded, but stepped out with a Tai Chi step, his body swaying lightly like a willow in the wind. Just as he avoided the palm strike, his right hand reached out, the Xiong-style Qi of Xingyi Quan condensed in his palm, and collided with Cheng Xiaotian's Blazing Sun Palm.

With a muffled "thud," the scorching heat of the Blazing Sun True Qi clashed with the heavy weight of the Bear-Shaped Qi, and the shockwave spread outwards, cracking the road surface and sending the branches and leaves of the bushes on both sides flying.

Cheng Xiaotian felt a heavy, mountain-like force coming from his palm, which made his arm go numb. His eyes flashed with surprise. What kind of martial art did this young man practice?

Without a second thought, he channeled his inner energy, his palms flying, two golden palm shadows of inner energy attacking from the left and right, a double attack, fast and ruthless, sealing off Luo Lingtian's escape space.

Luo Lingtian's eyes narrowed, his footwork suddenly changed, and the fierce power of Bajiquan erupted instantly. His figure rushed forward half a step like an arrow, and his fists alternately pounded out.

The fist was powerful and fierce, striking precisely the two palm shadows of true energy.

The martial arts aura and the blazing sun's true energy collided violently, golden air waves intertwined with black fist energy, and a deafening roar shook the night sky, sending gravel on the road flying everywhere.

"He does have some skill!"

Cheng Xiaotian's expression darkened further. He realized that he had underestimated the young man in front of him. Not only was the martial arts he practiced strange, but his strength was in no way inferior to his own.

You have to understand, it took him seventy or eighty years of cultivation to reach the Celestial Realm, but what about this young man in front of him?

Although he could tell that the other person had disguised himself, the skin color of the other parts of his body, which had been revealed during the battle, clearly indicated that he was not very old.

How could a Celestial Realm expert of this age have offended his grandson?