Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

At this critical moment between life and death, this gentle and refined young master finally revealed the ferocity of a martial artist.

Instead of retreating or dodging, he roared, his bones cracking simultaneously, unleashing a deep, thunderous roar. His peak-level internal energy, at its peak, poured into his left arm without reservation.

Shen Yu forcefully twisted his waist, avoiding the fatal spot to his heart, and directly used his left forearm to fiercely meet the incoming black dagger.

"Pfft! Snap!"

The sound of a sharp blade slicing into flesh and the crisp crack of bones breaking rang out simultaneously.

The short knife pierced straight through Shen Yu's left forearm, lodging itself between the two arm bones. Although his arm prevented the blade from penetrating further, Shen Yu's left forearm was completely ruined.

Just as the dagger pierced Shen Yu, Shen Yu's right leg, like an iron whip flying close to the ground, swept fiercely across the outside of Miyamoto Jiro's right knee with immense force.

Leg technique, breaking the gate!

"Bang!"

Another sickening crack of bone breaking.

Miyajiro let out a piercing scream as his right lower leg bent inward at a terrible right angle from the knee.

The two collided briefly, then flew backward simultaneously.

Shen Yu crashed heavily to the edge of the ring, the black dagger still embedded in his left arm, blood instantly staining his entire arm red.

On the other side of the ring, Miyamoto Jiro, who had lost a leg, could only stand up with difficulty on one leg, staring at Shen Yu and panting heavily.

The scene remained deathly silent for a good dozen breaths.

At that moment, a member of the Black Dragon Society ran up, raised his right hand, and loudly announced, "Match three, a draw!"

As the beloved disciple of Master Yagyu, the Black Dragon Society dared not let Miyamoto Jiro die on the stage, so they rushed up and ended the match in a draw.

The announcement of a draw sparked a chaotic uproar in the square.

"Look, that's a wrong path in martial arts," Zhao Xing suddenly said, seemingly with some emotion in his heart.

"Sixth Senior Brother, what does that mean?" Guo Fei asked.

Zhao Xing turned his gaze away from the window and slowly said, "Many people in Yangcheng now believe that steam-powered weapons are the future of martial arts. They think that flesh and blood can never compare to steel. Look at Watanabe Heizo, who was able to suppress and kill Chang Feng, who had mastered leg techniques, with just the iron whip in his arm. It seems that weapons have won over traditional Chinese martial arts."

Lei Zhen snorted, clearly unconvinced.

"But those people didn't consider that if the weapons were really that good, why doesn't Miyamoto Jiro use them? He's a direct disciple of Master Yagyu of the Hokushin Dojo." Zhao Xing stared at the crowd.

"Does Sixth Brother mean there are hidden dangers in the modification of the weapons?" Chen Wu asked.

"It's not just a hidden danger, it's a dead end." Zhao Xing said firmly. "True disciples of renowned masters, those with bright futures, would never choose to modify their bodies with weapons. Only those who have lost their potential and can no longer make any progress would choose to take shortcuts and use weapons to gain greater power."

Lin Hai pondered these words carefully. Martial arts cultivation emphasizes internal training of Qi and external training of muscles, bones, and skin. Once the body is forcibly removed and replaced with cold machinery, the meridians are severed, and the flow of Qi and blood is blocked. How can one then pursue the harmony of internal strength and the effortless control of external force?

Zhao Xing continued, "Watanabe Heizo looks fierce; his Ming Jin strength combined with his iron whip could kill Chang Feng. But that's all he'll ever be. Iron is iron; it's impossible to develop internal strength. As for Miyajiro, although he's lost a leg, as long as he survives this life-or-death battle, his swordsmanship will definitely improve even further."

Lin Hai was deeply moved by what he heard. In the end, the path of martial arts still depends on oneself.

As the group was talking, a voice suddenly came from downstairs.

"Extra number! Extra number!"

A newsboy carrying a stack of newspapers weaves and runs through the crowd.

"A new martial arts master was created in Japan, slaughtering over 20,000 people in Shuncheng!"

"Breaking News! Shuncheng has fallen. In four days and three nights, not a single person survived!"

The voice sounded particularly jarring in the noisy street. The crowd, which had been discussing the ring, fell silent for a moment, then erupted into chaos as countless people rushed toward the newsboy.

In a private room on the top floor of Hongbinlou Restaurant.

"Martial Saint? Bloodbath in Shuncheng?" Chen Wu suddenly stood up.

Sixth Senior Brother Zhao Xing reacted the fastest. In a flash, he leaped from the third floor like a large bird. The wind howled, and Zhao Xing lightly touched the eaves of the second floor, dissipating the force of his fall, and landed steadily next to the newsboy.

Before the people crowding around to buy newspapers could react, Zhao Xing had already reached under the newsboy's arm and pulled out a newspaper, while simultaneously stuffing a silver dollar into the newsboy's hand.

The newsboy was startled by this unexpected figure and was momentarily stunned.

Zhao Xing lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his body rose again, like a swallow returning to its nest, silently leaping back into the private room through the window.

As soon as Zhao Xing landed, he spread the newspaper out on the octagonal table.

Several fellow students immediately surrounded it. The front page of the newspaper featured only one line of large, glaring red ink, taking up half the page:

"The Eastern Sea has created another martial saint, who slaughtered Shuncheng for four days and three nights, leaving no one of the city's more than 20,000 people alive!"

The bright red characters were as glaring as blood.

Below the title, there were a few lines of smaller text that roughly described what happened. A peak-level expert of the Gang Jin realm, secretly trained by the Japanese military, sacrificed more than 20,000 people of Shuncheng, massacring the city for four days and three nights. After fusing the bloodthirsty energy with the long-term energy of heaven and earth and refining it, he stepped into the realm of the Innate Martial Saint.

More than 20,000 lives were lost just like that.

The only sound in the private room was the increasingly heavy breathing of the group of people.

Those lines of red lead type were like red-hot branding irons, branding themselves fiercely into everyone's eyes and hearts.

"Bang!"

Lei Zhen slammed his palm on the solid wood table in front of him, and the heavy octagonal table shattered into pieces with his angry blow, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

"Beasts! These Japanese people, they are beasts!!!"

The massacre of the city: more than 20,000 unarmed Chinese citizens were slaughtered like pigs and dogs, and used as resources for advancement and breakthrough. History from the previous life has also happened in this world.

"Senior Brother, we..." Lin Hai's voice was a little hoarse. He felt hot blood rushing to his head. He opened his mouth to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything.

Chen Wu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Calm down!"

"Acting impulsively won't solve anything now!" Chen Wu said. "This matter is far too serious; it's no longer a fight between individuals or martial arts schools. This is a national feud, a national grievance!"

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the words "Martial Saint" and "Blood Slaughter" on the newspaper. He forced out a few words through clenched teeth: "Let's go back to the martial arts school first! Let's see what Master has to say!"

……

Meanwhile, in the backyard of the Black Dragon Club.

A quiet room, the wooden door made a slight "click" sound, and then slowly slid open to both sides.

A young figure dressed in martial arts uniform emerged step by step from the darkness.

He was none other than Haruno Munehide, who had been in seclusion for many days.

Several days passed, and although his physical appearance seemed unchanged, his overall demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation, becoming more sharp and assertive.

Haruno Munehide took a deep breath, slowly raised his right hand, and clenched his fist.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound, like a firecracker exploding, burst through the air.

Its strength manifests outwardly, and its muscles and bones resonate in unison.

"Congratulations, Yuanye-kun, on successfully breaking through the barrier and entering the Ming Jin realm!"

Haruno Munehide simply raised his head and glanced at the sky.

"Lin Hai..."

He whispered the name.

That day's defeat was a stain on his martial arts path. Now, he has entered the Ming Jin realm and possesses power far exceeding that of that day.

He will wash away the humiliation of the past with his own blood today.