Ark, they don't revolve around you

"In the seventh year of Yuanshuo, there was a drought in Guanzhong. There was a great famine, and people were lying on the roadside. That year, bandits rose up and called themselves beggars for survival."

"In the fifteenth year of Tianyuan, the land was barren for a thousand miles, and bones were exposed in the wild. The refugees begged to enter the city, their cries shook the sky, but they were not allowed to do so. They cut wood to make weapons and raised poles as flags."

"In the 31st year of Zhenzhen, the True Dragon sought the way to immortality and had no interest in politics. He did not attend court for more than 20 years. At that time, corruption was rampant. The rich had fields stretching across the country, while the poor had no place to live."

He recited them word by word, his tone was very slow, but he could remember vividly these tragedies which were only recorded in history books and consisted of only a few dozen words.

"The world is like hell, and all living beings suffer."

"This world has never changed, brother. The high-ranking officials, the rigid bureaucracy, the arrogant nobles, the hateful nobles..."

"When the people needed you, you stood on the side of the court. You have spent so much effort to maintain the peaceful world you talked about, but when will you be able to save those suffering people?!"

"I have also lived in government offices, I have also heard the words of saints, I have also been moved, and tried to establish my own opinion..." For the first time, this monster revealed an indescribable confusion. He shook his shoulders, unable to suppress his surging anger, "Then, where can I seek? When interests are touched, the noble scholars will all say in a high-sounding manner that the world does not belong to the common people!"

"Can the world be peaceful now? If it is peaceful, how can we get a hundred responses from one call, how can we gather all these endless people from the mountains and seas!"

"Who can establish a mind for heaven and earth? Where does heaven and earth have a mind? Heaven is not benevolent, so how can people guess it?"

"How can one explain the establishment of destiny in one word? What's even more ridiculous is that the words of the sages have long been corrupted in the thousands of years of transmission. They are not the inheritance of the sages' unique knowledge, but the sages' words for me. The Six Classics are about me. That's all."

"Brother, you have also witnessed the witchcraft rebellion. In a few days, tens of thousands of people died because of the True Dragon's thoughts."

"You have also seen the vassal kings rebelling and the people being trampled by the foreign cavalry."

"It is clearly so, why do you want to serve for this? If you want to do this for the sake of the people, you should hand over the country to me. Mortals are not worthy of the weight of these mountains and rivers, and they should not usurp the divine weapon and claim the noble name in vain!!!" The monster grinned and let out a cold laugh, his contempt for mere humans was evident. During this long time, he was always exposed to "skills" that could not be brought to the table. The chess player treats all things as straw dogs and regards himself as a saint, then why can't he take on the role of a saint?

So his elder brother looked at him with even more sorrow: "You are the second one born after me. I established the Way with martial arts, but you have nothing. Therefore, you came into contact with everything and were dyed the color of black spots."

"Are you sympathizing with me?"

"I just thought maybe I should guide you."

"Why do I need the care of an ordinary person?" The monster spoke for a long time, and his smile became increasingly rampant. He finally figured out how to defeat his brother.

He is a cunning dragon who never likes to talk much, but now, this dragon has to admit that his elder brother is the strongest spear and the strongest shield.

No matter whose authority it is, he can break it with force.

Even if he absorbed so much power, his brother would still be stronger than him. But the monster would not be discouraged, because he thought of himself as a clumsy person, and if he was qualified, he would undoubtedly be of inferior quality.

He had studied game theory, and was initially far inferior to his sister. But after sixty years, he finally understood the mysteries of the game. After another sixty years, even the chess player with the strongest computing power in the world could not beat him.

A gentleman is good at fake things.

This is what the second elder brother is most proud of. Perhaps during such a long time, his sisters and brothers have been constantly improving their powers, but he is the only one who has endless possibilities and can accommodate everything.

The second brother gathered steel in his hands. It was what he painted with Xi's brush. The ordinary pig iron twisted into shape in his hands, and the shape was outlined in the blink of an eye.

He forged the best swords and the sharpest weapons in the world!

He held the sword horizontally, and his posture was no different from that of his elder brother.

——The only way to defeat Chongyue is by “martial arts”!

"You want to give up other powers and defeat me from the perspective of weapons and flesh?" Zhong Yue was slightly surprised.

He didn't mean to look down on him, but the Second Brother was really shameful when it came to martial arts. His gestures when holding the sword, his stance, and his lower body were all flaws.

The second brother's victory lies in the cunning of power. He absorbed the abilities of his relatives and could even overturn mountains and seas. He has endless tricks up his sleeve, but he chose the side he is least good at.

"No other means can defeat you, brother." The monster said gently, "You once wanted to teach me how to use a sword, but unfortunately I never listened to you. I hate people like you from the bottom of my heart."

"But now, in order to defeat you, I have to imitate your swordsmanship, imitate your posture, learn, and then surpass your martial arts." He said dimly, and started silently, his sword like a silver electric star.

Metal clashed with iron, and the firelight illuminated the monster's face. There was a hint of pride in his smile: "Because nothing else can help you."

"In the end, we can only fight each other, either you kill me or I kill you!"

"Yes." Zhongyue agreed.

The monster's sword was blocked, and Zhongyue's sword took advantage of the situation to move closer, tearing open the monster's chest like thunder and lightning.

“But you are still too young, neither the form nor the intention.” The sword that penetrated into his lungs stabbed upward, bringing out blood. Zhongyue looked coldly at his brother who was split in half, watching him utter a painful and hoarse sound.

"That's great! This is my brother, my extremely crazy Shuo." The ravaged body was linked together by silver needles, and the monster regenerated and recovered as before with an immortal posture. "But you can't kill me, and I have unlimited time to slowly dismantle your every move. I establish the Tao through learning, and there is no Tao in this world that I cannot comprehend!"

Zhongyue was silent for a moment and sheathed his sword.

He leaned forward slightly, put his hand on the scabbard, and an oppression that struck his soul burst out, as if several mountains were crushing down.

"If you can learn, then learn." The sword came out of the sheath, and his hand and the sword were almost in a straight line, like a white rainbow piercing the sun. "If you can really learn it in all the places, I don't mind."

The second elder brother was dazzled and fascinated. For a moment, he indeed let out a bitter smile. What a beautiful sword move! Although he jokingly called it the skill of an ordinary man, the skills of a mortal are ultimately much more beautiful than the brutal fight between giant beasts.

The sword slit his throat, leaving the monster no chance to resist.

He fell to the ground, stood up again, died and came back to life again, the fatal wound healed slowly, he imitated the sword he had just seen, the sword was like the sun piercing through the sky, and it came out of the sheath!

boom!

The peerless weapon in his hand was broken.

"I said, if the form is not the form, the intention is not the intention. Your sword skills are powerful, but it is too easy to be seen through." Zhongyue sighed in disappointment, as if he was teaching his brother, "You forgot to hide your edge."

He kicked his brother across the room and crushed his heart.

A fatal blow.

But this is the real martial arts, not a performance for people to watch. This is a killing skill, a skill to defeat the strong with the weak, and a skill that requires a lifetime of study!

The monster forgot how many times he was killed by his brother during the several rounds. The seemingly ordinary sword had almost infinite changes after it was swung. Even if it blocked the first and second swords, it could still launch more unpredictable attacks in the future.

But in the killing, he seemed to have grasped the essence. Warriors say that martial arts must be in harmony with heaven and earth. He originally thought this statement was an exaggeration.

"I was too careless."

At this moment, Zhong Yue, who was supposed to chop off the monster's head, was stunned.

His sword was seized, the scaly hand holding it tightly.

An expression of realization emerged on the monster's face. A long time ago, when he had comprehended the art of gambling and defeated the master with the help of 181 black pieces, he had this expression on his face.

He is a clumsy person, but he is also a piece of iron. Iron has to be hammered thousands of times before it can become steel. Failure breeds success. The biggest problem of mortals is that they have no room for failure, because once they fail, there is no possibility of turning around.

And he did it ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times!

A smile slowly appeared on his face: "I saw it, brother."

"I saw the peak of Wudu, that's you..."

He crushed Zhongyue's sword.

Zhongyue was not surprised, but rather a little relieved: "I have said before that if anyone among us can surpass me, it is only you."

"Yes, you have always been so selfless. You never feel joy in fighting, nor are you stingy or jealous."

The miserable-looking monster murmured, "You are the way of heaven, taking away the surplus to make up for the deficiency."

"But I follow the way of mankind, taking from those who have less to give to those who have more..."

He moved forward with his front foot and then with his heel, fast and swift like a sharp arrow, and threw out his fist with a tiny step, with perfect form and power, piercing the abdomen and lungs like a heavy mountain. For the first time, this grandmaster was beaten so hard that he coughed up blood.

"Half-step Collapse Fist." He murmured, "I haven't seen such a perfect Collapse Fist for a long time."

"You'll see." The second brother smiled and strode forward.

They exchanged fists and feet, and simultaneously abandoned swords and knives. Although they were fighting in human form and with human martial arts, the monster finally understood why his brother was unarmed most of the time.

For monsters like them, weapons are a hindrance. Even the strongest gold and iron are not as powerful as these hands and feet that have been refined to the pinnacle!

Therefore, in a life-and-death battle you can only use your hands, and your hands are your swords!

Hundreds and thousands of blows were fought in the blink of an eye, but the monster was still at a disadvantage. Zhongyue's head, fists, palms, elbows, legs, feet, every part of his body was a weapon. Every part of his body had its own power, which was countless times stronger than the monster that had only experienced one kind of enlightenment!

In an instant, the monster's hands were torn off, his eyes were gouged out by the sharp fingers, his still beating heart was extinguished by the elbow to the center, and his legs were knelt down, and the heavy mountain crushed his knees.

But even so, the monster still dodged in a panic, and its damaged organs regenerated in less than an instant. Every time it was killed, it became stronger. For a moment, he forgot everything and felt that there was an insurmountable mountain in front of him.

Precisely because it is insurmountable, it is necessary to surpass it... The monster thought, and his fist was blocked again. Zhongyue's punch made a big hole in the monster's chest. With one punch, his brain exploded and blood plasma splattered.

But he got up again.

The reborn face was filled with a smug smile that belonged to a devil.

They fought from day to night, and from night back to day again. Every time the monster showed signs of breaking through, Zhongyue would defeat it with more brutal methods, faster speed, and more powerful force.

The hardest diamond can only be polished by something of the same hardness. After one day, the monster finally fought back.

Three days later, the monster vaguely grasped the essence.

Five days later, the monster encountered Zhongyue for the second time and blew up his brother's heart with a top elbow.

Panting, the cage in the painting that Xi had made with herself was about to fall. The monster exhaled, and the mud all over his body was washed away by the sweet dew and heavy rain.

He saw his elder brother, who had lost his heart, stand up calmly and swing his fists calmly. The principles and patterns of boxing all appeared in his mind.

This is the unity of man and nature.

The so-called... celestial being!

Fifteen days later, Xi's painting was empty. There was nothing left, no mountains, no grass, no lakes, no oceans... The painting that contained all her heart and soul was now desolate. It couldn't even be described as dilapidated. Not even a blade of grass was gone. To describe the world as dilapidated was a ridiculous insult, right?

The two men did not use any weapons, but used their fists and feet to fight their way through the world!

The light from the outside world flowed down and shone into the monster's eyes. He stood weakly, looking down at his brother in front of him.

Then, a declaration of victory uttered from his broken throat: "I won, Zhongyue."

This was the first time he called his elder brother Chongyue instead of his real name "Shuo" given to him by Jie.

Zhongyue's eyes were half closed, half of his body was rotten, and his body, which could even penetrate a high-speed battleship, was defeated by his own brother.

But he didn't feel sad, nor relieved or happy, he just nodded calmly: "You won."

"Really..." In contrast, the monster chewed on the word, "In the past, there were often martial arts fanatics among mortals. They were extremely obsessed with martial arts and would give everything they had to reach the pinnacle."

"I'm not a martial arts fanatic, just like you are not either."

"Yes, I just want to defeat my opponent, and you chose this path only because your authority is related to it." The monster staggered in and raised his fist. "Goodbye, brother."

"If I succeed, then you and I can fight once more. That time... we don't need to fight each other. It's enough to fight until we have fun."

Zhongyue looked at the approaching fist in a daze.

At that moment, he smiled slightly. He had done his best and had no regrets.

There was a snap.