Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

Furthermore, in front of all the martial arts school disciples and the people of the capital, the other party tore him in half.

Zhuang Hongxiu's face was slightly pale. She continued, "This is his third challenge. Nowadays, any martial arts school in the capital will immediately close and admit defeat if this person comes to their door."

"Where is that little Japanese devil named Xuanzang?"

"This person is not as ruthless as Lemon, but he still leaves no survivors."

Tan Chuyun, a master of Tan-style kicking, kicked him 36 times in a row, but he couldn't move him an inch.

Then, exhausted, Tan Chuyun staggered backward, spitting out a piece of internal organs, and was killed by the recoil.

Zhuang Hongxiu took a deep breath and said, "Afterwards, someone examined Tan Chuyun's legs and found that his leg bones were all shattered into a pile..."

Those legs that were said to be able to kick down trees and collapse city walls were as soft as tofu in front of Miyamoto Genzo.

"And then there's Frey from Anssa, who defeated two great masters, one dead and the other crippled. Then, he actually managed to ambush Master Wen, the Red Gate Grandmaster, in a hutong in the western suburbs."

After a fierce battle, Master Wen coughed up blood and admitted defeat.

Raymond, unharmed and spouting wild claims, said that we…

"What did you say?"

"They say that all the martial artists in our Qing Dynasty are just boasting and have no real skills. Their boxing is all show and no substance. When it comes to real fighting, they're no good."

"Oh, this guy is pretty arrogant."

"No."

Zhuang Hongxiu secretly glanced at Li Xin.

Although they knew that their young master was making rapid progress and becoming more and more powerful, they were not bold enough to guess that he could easily defeat a grandmaster.

This Angsar man, Laimon, right before everyone's eyes, directly crushed Master Wen, one of the Six Masters of the Capital.

This is already the pinnacle of martial arts in the capital.

If even a grandmaster is no match for them, then whether the young master can be guaranteed to be safe is anyone's guess.

"What about Master? Is no one challenging him?"

"Have."

Cheng Feiyan, dressed in a black outfit, walked in with a heroic air, her brows furrowed with a hint of murderous intent and a touch of melancholy.

"German Hermann blocked the entrance to Huashikou to challenge them, right at the time of morning tea this morning."

This person came on strong, exchanging a punch for a palm strike, and then retreated swiftly.

Although Father won the first move, he was also shaken by the opponent's punch and didn't have time to chase after him.

He said, "This man's punching power is unusual and should not be underestimated."

Cheng Feiyan added, "Also, I heard that Master Song, the master of divine fists at Huiyou, has also been challenged by Roger, a Citizen."

The two exchanged three punches, and Roger retreated with ease.

According to Mr. Song, he didn't injure his opponent, who was a formidable foe.

"They actually attacked Grandmasters one after another and managed to escape unscathed."

Especially those two, the Anssa people and the Japanese devils; they might not be simpletons.

Zhuang Hongxiu's voice carried a hint of anger: "These people are clearly after the young master. During the imperial examination, we must guard against their relentless attacks."

"It's okay, the bigger the commotion, the better."

Li Xin said in a deep voice, "It's getting late, let's set off. They must be getting impatient."

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Chapter 162 The Target: Smash Wu Yun

first day.

The martial arts exam was just a formality.

Passing the test only required memorizing 300 characters from the Military Classic; in fact, no actual battle examples or strategies were required.

I don't know if the Ministry of War has simply given up this time.

It was afternoon by then.

Li Xin arrived at the Nanyuan training ground by carriage and found that the road was not blocked.

Officials and nobles, as well as ordinary people, flocked to the area as if it were a festival.

So much so that several streets were completely cordoned off...

The open space around the training ground was packed with a dense crowd of people.

"Have you heard? This time, all the experts from foreign countries have also sent their strongest warriors."

A black dragon, a polar bear, a red boar, and a paladin—oh, and there's this ghoul too—they've all come up to compete for the title of martial arts champion. Do you think we martial arts candidates can defeat them?

"I think it's unlikely..."

"Encountering black dragons, red boars, and paladins is one thing. But encountering polar bears and ghouls? You'll really get eaten alive; they're too ferocious."

"No way, there are so many people watching."

"On that day, there were also hundreds of people watching at the Bafang Martial Arts School."

That devilish samurai from Japan still managed to rip out Old Master Zhao's heart and eat it on the spot.

I heard that the onlookers were so frightened that they scattered in all directions, and dozens of pairs of shoes were lost in the procession. You didn't see it, but if you had, you would have been terrified too.

And that polar bear, it's like a wild beast, it kills people and doesn't stop, it has to tear them to pieces. It must be insane…”

The surroundings were noisy and filled with discussion.

Li Xin and his entourage finally managed to stop their carriage and squeeze into the examination venue.

I was speechless as I heard noises coming from all directions.

Even though he has been in this era for quite some time, he still feels very out of place with these people.

They not only disregard the lives of others, but they don't even care about their own lives.

If there's a chance to watch a spectacle, one might even risk their life.

At a glance, there were more than two thousand spectators present this time.

Men and women, young and old, most of them were dressed smartly.

Only a small number of people were dressed in tattered and worn clothes.

That's normal; the truly poor are busy making a living and mostly don't have time to go into the inner city to see the excitement.

"This is too strange. What use would foreigners have for a martial arts champion? Could he become an official?"

"They wanted to become officials, to become foreign instructors in the foreign-equipped battalion, where their status and position were no less than that of the commanding generals."

They could even serve the emperor.

I heard that this time, the Ministry of Revenue, one of the six ministries, will also be headed by someone from Angsa. Why would they need to take a military examination?

"Then what are they here for?"

"I heard the inside story because of the new type of army."

The imperial court intended to abolish the imperial examination system, which naturally included the military examination system...

The foreigners likely meant to tell the world that the archery and horsemanship skills valued by the imperial court were outdated. Even disregarding firearms, they were no match for the foreigners in terms of martial prowess.

"Foreigners don't know martial arts or spear fighting, how could they possibly..."

"In the recent martial arts school challenges, seven out of eighteen masters have fallen, and among the three grandmasters, there were two draws and one loss. What do you mean by that?"

"Yeah, yeah, all we hear about them is how amazing they are. But when it comes to actually fighting, they're all useless."

If it weren't for the support of Divine Fist Song and Bagua Cheng, the martial arts practitioners of Beijing would probably have been completely wiped out. They were utterly humiliated by the foreigners.

"Brother, do you really have any skills that combine internal and external cultivation?"

How come such a skilled fighter couldn't even defeat a few strong foreign men?

"You said yourself that he's a strong man... Here it comes, this time the martial arts examination, those candidates are going to have a terrible time."

"I don't think so. Don't we still have Li Yanluo? I heard he also participated in the martial arts examination this time. Those foreigners who want to suppress the martial artists of the Central Plains have their eyes turned to the wrong side."

"Who knows if that 'Third Prince Nezha' is only a bully at home?"

When it comes to fighting their own people, they're incredibly fierce; but when they see foreigners, they might wet their pants—after all, they're just a child.

Li Xin paused and looked back.

Then I saw a fat man dressed in the clothes of a wealthy man, who was belittling himself with great enthusiasm.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

I'll remember you, Fatty.

As the fat man spoke, he noticed that the faces of several people around him had changed drastically, their bodies were trembling, and they covered their mouths, not daring to say a word.

He turned around stiffly and saw Li Xin.

Those eyes, like cold lightning, pierced into his heart.

For a moment, he trembled as if he had been electrocuted, his face turned deathly pale and his body became ice cold.

A surge of heat soaked through his pants, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees on the ground.

Li Xin glanced at it only once before continuing to walk forward.

The people in front of him spontaneously parted to both sides, as if they sensed some kind of danger.

"Junior brother, what kind of move was that? How come the person knelt down without even making a move?"

Cheng Feiyan was extremely curious and envious.

Sometimes, these ordinary people would openly criticize her, saying things like, "You're not a good person." She couldn't even fight back, which made her feel incredibly frustrated.

The more sensitive one's senses are, the more foul language one can hear.

However, it's unavoidable that some ignorant men and women will engage in gossip and disputes.

You can't just eat and do nothing all day, arguing and bickering with people every day.

If I could learn this trick from my junior brother, I could embarrass someone on the spot without being accused of bullying the weak. How wonderful that would be.

"This isn't actually that difficult. I'll teach you when we get back..."

"Really?"

Cheng Feiyan smiled broadly.

This method is so ingenious that it's not a question of whether it's difficult or not, but whether one knows how to use it.

She had only ever heard of how grandmasters could do that.

By using one's own imposing presence, one can subdue the opponent and prevent them from daring to offend.

But he was a grandmaster.

Although Father could do it, he couldn't explain why, he just said, "Success comes naturally with enough effort," and that was it.

But my junior brother can explain the true essence of any technique or skill.

In the past, I taught him how to control his strength and how to concentrate his power.

Now, it is he who is teaching me.

Just two days ago, I was able to condense my energy into ropes and threads...

This is not actually a very profound technique, nor does it require years of arduous practice to comprehend.

The method my junior brother taught me was to get close to the internal energy, to visualize it day and night, and to treat the internal energy as my most familiar and trusted partner.

I imagined that this energy was my best friend.

It sounds like child's play.

When Cheng Feiyan woke up that day, she found that her qi and internal energy had suddenly become more obedient...