I became the Martial Ancestor across all realms, pioneering the strongest martial path.

The silly, happy Ironclad King even felt that he was among the top martial artists.

He was already invincible, and that's why he acted so nonchalantly, surrounding the once-famous martial arts masters.

He remained completely calm!

His eyes were full of arrogance. He was no longer an ordinary martial artist. His techniques were related to those of cultivators, and even to immortal arts.

If you calculate it that way, he could barely be considered a Celestial Master. Celestials are celestials, and martial arts are martial arts; the two cannot be confused at all!

Is it comparable to the martial arts of cultivating immortality?

That's utter nonsense! How could a martial artist possibly compare to immortal masters like them?

Having further enhanced his strength and having heard that his cultivation method was related to immortal cultivators, the Ironclad King had already forgotten his roots.

He was prepared to become the strictest father to any martial artist!

Looking at the martial artists who surrounded him, he smiled.

Without saying a word, he unleashed his powerful internal energy, demonstrating his further enhanced strength.

It's installed!

If those martial arts masters acted as before, they might actually be frightened by the Ironclad King.

But now?

Is that all the internal strength you have? And that's the quality you're capable of? What are you pretending for!

At the same time, those martial arts masters unleashed their inner energy, forming a powerful pressure that pressed down on the Ironclad King.

Did Ironclad King freeze in surprise?

No? That's not right! This kind of pressure? This kind of energy?

Could they have actually made progress?

Impossible, impossible. Even if there were, there wouldn't be much progress, let alone such power.

It must be because they outnumbered me that I had this illusion.

His increased strength made him lose his vigilance, and he was surrounded by them.

I was so foolish!

But don't panic. Ironclad King's expression remained unchanged as he instantly came up with a solution.

"Oh, finally someone's willing to come out! I want to see what's so great about the martial arts you're practicing now!"

Who's the fearless daredevil to step forward? Take a step forward!

That's right, Ironclad King plans to bully the first culprit. He'll beat one guy up first and show those bastards what he's capable of.

There must be some who lack courage and dare not make a move, afraid of being hit by him or being retaliated against.

Simply put, it's about dividing them!

However, to Ironclad King's surprise, none of the innate martial artists who came out of those martial arts schools were cowards.

They all took a step forward together.

This guy does seem to have made some progress, but they are now innate martial artists.

If it weren't for his innate talent, I might have hesitated to deal with him. He's shameless and brazen; if I offended him, he would be difficult to handle.

But now that they've reached the Innate Realm, if they're still frightened by it, wouldn't their Innate Realm have been wasted?

This unconventional approach made Iron King a little uneasy, but it wasn't a big problem.

"Oh? So you've decided there's no room for negotiation? Fine! Then let's settle this one-on-one according to the rules of the martial world!"

Come out here, you smug-faced guy! Why are you smiling so sinisterly?

You think you can beat me? Come on, I'll even let you have a handicap!

"You're only allowed to use your fists!"

Known as the Flowing Cloud Sword, it allowed Ye Zhan, the most skilled swordsman, to use his fists to beat this guy who was known for his thick skin.

This guy is shameless!

However, Ye Zhan did not refuse or protest; instead, his internal energy surged.

He channeled the energy into his fist and delivered a powerful punch that struck Ironclad King in the abdomen.

The fist struck directly into the abdomen, creating a huge dent in the Ironclad King's abdomen.

In other words, his current body is already half a zombie puppet.

Otherwise, with that kind of injury, he would have been completely mortified.

Of course, even though he was only half a zombie puppet, that punch was still quite painful.

His face turned dark on the spot, and he said in a slightly trembling voice.

"Wait, what do you do? Aren't you a swordsman?"

"I do indeed use a sword!"

"If you're going to practice swordsmanship, then practice swordsmanship! Why are you practicing fist techniques? I hate people like you who are half-hearted the most!"

"Are you crazy?!"

"Hey, you're talking back after doing something wrong! If I didn't know you were so eccentric, I would have punched you already!"

Go away, get off! I'm not going to fight someone like you one-on-one!

That old bastard, always insisting on admitting defeat, even when he's being beaten, he should stand firm and come out here!

Ironclad King realized that Ye Zhan was not someone to be trifled with, so he immediately changed his target. He remembered that the old guy was also somewhat famous.

However, he is old and notorious for being unable to fight in real combat, unlike many young martial arts masters.

They used him to inflate his record and gain fame. If he can't beat Ye Zhan, surely he can beat this old guy?

Then the old man took a step forward, his muscles instantly swelled, his white hair turned black again, and his aura became extremely imposing.

He used a special martial art, a buff-type technique, that allowed the martial artist to unleash their peak form for a short period of time.

During this period, the destructive power of the first three attacks will even increase by 30%.

It's a rather special and difficult martial art to learn, but unexpectedly, this old man was a perfect match for it and actually mastered it.

Old man: If three punches don't make you shit, then you've cleaned yourself up!

When Ironclad King saw the old man's condition, he swallowed hard and, after a quick glance, realized that this was another ruthless character.

Of course, he didn't think he couldn't beat them!

If you just feel that you didn't gain an advantage or win a one-on-one match, that's all.

If those guys swarm him, he might not be able to handle it.

So let's choose another one!

"Hey, I despise dishonest people the most in this world! How can you be young? What are you pretending to be an old man for?"

Go away! Go back!

Then he started looking for easy targets, and finally his efforts paid off when he found a woman.

Isn't that the Jade Maiden Sect leader, a martial arts master known for her elegant and flashy moves?

This is good, she's the one. This guy is known for his weak attack power, so I definitely can't break through his defense!

So Ironclad King looked expectantly at the Jade Maiden Sect Leader.

"You, that woman~"

Before he could finish speaking, ice spikes instantly appeared all around the Jade Maiden Sect leader.

Spinning around her, like an armored king, just say you want to fight her one-on-one.

Those ice spikes will instantly activate, turning him into a hedgehog.

No, we are martial artists!

He endured the pain of the punches from the swordsman, and he also endured the old man's sudden return to peak purity.

What the hell are these ice spikes?

He subconsciously pointed to the side and changed his opponent to a one-on-one fight!

"I wasn't calling you! I was calling the person next to you~"

The Jade Maiden Sect leader, the guy next to him with a heavy sword on his back, looked at the Ironclad King pointing at him.

With a glare, the Ironclad King could feel the sword energy striking him!

He was beaten so badly that his body was in a lot of pain!

"Damn it, what are you glaring at me for?! I'm talking to that kid over there!"

"Hey kid, I've been putting up with you for ages, come out here!"

Ironclad King changed his target again, this time to a child he had never seen before, which meant the child was not famous.

He's so young, it's impossible that he's already very strong, right?

Then he saw the brat roar angrily, his body acting like it was on steroids.

It immediately began to swell, growing to 3.6 meters tall, and a sense of oppression emanated from it, pressing down on him directly.

That made him laugh!

It wasn't that he was happy, but rather that he was at his wit's end.

"Alright, alright, that's big enough, big enough! Not a single one looks human!"

This is your own fault for being so weak! The duel is canceled! The duel is canceled!

A possibility arose in Ironclad King's mind: could the rumors about martial arts be true?

Is there really a future for martial arts? Can it truly rival the path of immortal cultivation?