A Life of Attributes Starting as a Nobleman in the Republic of China Era

Chen San exerted all his strength, and his speed was astonishing.

As soon as Chen Chefang heard the "clang" of the short sword being drawn, the blade was already at his face.

His pupils contracted sharply, and with a twist of his foot, he spun sideways like a top.

"Buzz!" The iron chains of several arena railings collided with the sword energy where Chen Che had been standing, making a "clattering" sound.

The ropes swayed back and forth in the air as Chen Che's tactical baton slashed upwards along his waist like a black lightning bolt, aiming for Chen San's lower ribs.

"clang!"

Chen San swung his knife and slashed at Chen Che's tactical stick.

A deafening clang of metal clashing exploded, like a giant bell being violently struck, causing the French windows to vibrate and hum.

The wooden planks of the arena beneath their feet cracked, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Chen Che felt a little puzzled.

Chen San only needed to "change blood" to achieve the key, and he also had the attribute panel boosted by 5.1 strength and 5.3 speed.

Why are they evenly matched at this moment?

Chen San's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Before Chen Che could react, he shot out like an arrow, the blade of his short knife drawing a cold arc as he thrust it straight at Chen Che's throat.

This slash was both swift and cunning; where the blade passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a piercing whistling sound.

Chen Che swung his tactical stick in a backhand sweep, the stick moving with the force of thunder and lightning, to meet Chen San's blade.

[Nameless Staff Technique]!

"clang!"

The knife and the stick clashed again, sparks exploding like fireworks!

The two landed at the same time, and the wooden planks of the arena beneath their feet could not withstand the enormous force, and with a "crack," two large dents appeared.

The entire arena shook violently, and the iron chains at the four corners rattled taut!

"That was great!" Chen Che laughed loudly. "Third Brother, let's do it again!"

Chen San didn't answer, and his feet suddenly sank into the ground.

"Boom!"

The arena finally gave way, all four pillars snapped at the same time, and the entire arena collapsed with a roar, sending dust billowing into the sky!

Amidst the smoke and dust, a dark figure burst forth.

Chen San moved like a cannonball, short knife in front of him, man and knife becoming a black lightning bolt, aiming straight for Chen Che's throat!

Chen Che neither dodged nor evaded, but instead raised his tactical baton from below, the tip of which, like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, aimed straight at Chen San's wrist, which was holding the knife.

Counterattack with offense.

If Chen San doesn't change his move, the blade will certainly slit Chen Che's throat, but his own wrist will also be shattered by the blow.

Actually, this move was already considered a clever trick by Chen Che.

He knew, of course, that Chen San wouldn't hurt his throat.

If it's a matter of life and death, exchanging a throat for a wrist, who would do such a deal?

In a flash, Chen San released the short knife with his right hand, grabbed the hilt in mid-air, and slashed down.

This move became as fast as lightning and as ruthless as a scorpion.

Chen Che's pupils contracted sharply. He couldn't retract his tactical baton in time and could only lean back abruptly, his waist bending into a bow.

The blade grazed the tip of his nose, leaving a shallow bloodstain on his face with its sharp aura.

"Bang!"

As Chen Che landed on his back, he suddenly kicked up with both legs, aiming for Chen San's lower abdomen.

Chen San blocked with his sword.

He was sent flying backward by the kick, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ring before crashing into the ropes with a loud thud.

The iron chain rope tightened suddenly when he hit it, and then snapped back with a "bang," throwing him forward.

Chen Che had already taken advantage of the situation to flip himself up, and before Chen San could land, the tactical baton swept across with the sound of wind!

With no leverage in mid-air, Chen San could only parry with his sword.

"clang!"

Another clang of metal rang out, sparks flying everywhere.

Chen San was swept away by the stick and flew sideways, crashing heavily into the ropes on the other side.

"Good!" Chen San laughed loudly. "Young Master, that's more like it!"

Before he finished speaking, he stomped his foot hard on the ground, and the short knife in his hand drew a streak of light like a bolt of lightning, with the force of splitting the heavens and earth, and slashed down at Chen Che's head.

This strike was delivered with absolutely no restraint.

Before the blade even arrived, its aura was already there. Chen Che felt a chilling killing intent rush towards him, and the hairs on his face stood on end.

He did not back down.

He spun the tactical baton in his hand, gripped it with both hands, and thrust it upwards to meet the blade head-on!

"boom!"

A loud bang echoed through the gym, shattering the mirrors on the wall and sending shards of glass clattering to the floor.

The wooden planks of the arena beneath Chen Che's feet shattered inch by inch, and his feet sank into the wood chips up to his ankles.

Chen San flipped in mid-air and landed three steps in front of Chen Che. He twirled his short sword in his hand and then sheathed it.

"That's enough," Chen San laughed. "If we keep fighting, I'll make the young master laugh."

Chen Che maintained his stance with the stick raised, his chest heaving violently, sweat dripping down his forehead.

He looked down and saw that the webs between his hands were cracked, and blood was slowly flowing down the shaft of the stick.

"Third Brother, was that knife strike your real skill?"

Chen San looked at him, his eyes filled with relief and a touch of indescribable emotion.

"Young Master, you've reached the Marrow Cleansing Realm, hold on tight."

Chen Che let out a long breath and gently pushed the tactical baton's locking mechanism with his thumb.

"bass."

The three-section staff retracted instantly, becoming a short section.

"Third Brother, you better explain this to me properly." Chen Che wiped the large beads of sweat from his forehead. "Weren't you supposed to be undergoing a 'blood exchange'? How did you manage to beat me, a dignified 'marrow cleansing' cultivator, into such a sorry state?"

Upon hearing this, Chen San burst into laughter, his hearty laughter filling the ravaged gym.

"You really don't understand?" Chen San tucked the dagger into his waistband, strode to the corner of the wall, picked up a water bottle, and casually tossed one to Chen Che.

Chen Che caught it with one hand, unscrewed the lid, and poured half a pot of water.

The cool liquid slid down my throat, and only then did I feel the burning sensation in my chest gradually subside.

"Young Master, then I'll be frank." Chen San tilted his head back and drank some water.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and sweat trickled down his neck and into his collar. "Young Master, your Marrow Cleansing Realm was achieved through taking medicine and through rigorous training."

He put down the water bottle, his eyes becoming serious.

"The real fight isn't like that."

Chen Che frowned slightly, waiting for him to continue.

"Realms are static, but people are dynamic." Chen San looked up at Chen Che. "The Qi in a martial artist's body usually stays quietly in the Dantian. But those who truly know how to use it know how to 'explode' the Qi in an instant, causing their power to surge."

"The 'intention' that Master Ren taught you is based on the same principle."

Chen Che seemed to be thinking: "You mean...?"

"I cheated on those moves just now," Chen San grinned. "I forcibly pushed my Qi to its limit in an instant, far exceeding the limits of 'blood exchange' for a short period of time. Each strike was 30 to 40% more powerful than usual."

"But this method can't last. Like a fully drawn bow, the string will break if it's stretched too long." He paused, then added, "For me, four moves is my limit."

Chen Che looked down at the cracked tiger's mouth on his hand.

No wonder.

Despite having the advantage in strength and speed, he was beaten so badly just now.

It wasn't because Chen San's skill level was high, but because he unleashed his power to the limit in every strike.

Is this similar to my innate talent of "living towards death"?