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

One move sweeps away a thousand troops.

With a single, powerful strike, he split Mount Hua in two.

The extremely heavy broadsword danced in his hands, its fierce and domineering aura terrifying to behold.

As the man brandished his knife, he stopped midway through the attack, and his shirt burst open in a series of butterfly-shaped pieces.

All that was left was a tattered piece of cloth wrapped around his waist.

His body was covered in large and small pieces of dark red and black muscles, which undulated like snakes and worms, with veins bulging out.

It was densely packed, like a net of trees binding one's body.

A fierce aura emanated from them.

Who is that?

"It's Roger, the American boxer..."

The famous Tai Chi master Chen Sifang was knocked out of his stance by one punch and died from a broken sternum by a second punch.

Rumor has it that his single punch has the strength of a thousand pounds...

"That's not just a thousand pounds! He can still swing two thousand pounds, that tells you how strong he is!"

"This martial arts examination is over!"

Someone murmured.

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Chapter 164 The Target of Public Criticism, the Unyielding Spirit

As Roger's shirt exploded, he brandished a two-thousand-pound broadsword.

The entire arena was initially as quiet as if it were a mass grave, but then erupted into a frenzied roar.

This time, it wasn't just American men and women cheering and applauding; people from other countries were also shouting at the top of their lungs.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, these people had already reached their climax.

On the high platform, the examiners all fell silent.

The young emperor, standing under a yellow parasol in the distance, stared blankly at the scene, remaining silent for a long time.

Even among the audience, hundreds or thousands of people waved their arms, shouted, and cheered loudly.

Judging from the number of people, it has almost reached half.

Is this still the Qing Dynasty's home ground?

Li Xin narrowed his eyes, glanced at Rogge's explosive muscles and fascia, and sneered inwardly.

In his psychic perspective, this person appeared to have immense blood and energy, like a volcanic eruption, but his vitality was as weak as a flickering lamp.

It was clearly achieved through some unknown, unorthodox method that temporarily stimulated the body's internal potential.

Li Xin expressed pessimism about how many more years he could live.

But they didn't care, and neither did the foreigners and Qing Dynasty citizens watching.

They only saw the power of the foreigners.

I witnessed an extraordinary, ferocious power and aura of menace.

Roger threw down the giant Azure Dragon Blade in his hand, let out a few wild laughs, and looked at the twelve people at the entrance of the passage who had just unloaded a black square cauldron from the oxcart.

Before they could even carry it to their faces...

Roger sneered, "No need for that, I'll do it."

He strode forward.

Before everyone's eyes, he opened his arms and grabbed the two ears of the square cauldron.

He exhaled and shouted, then raised it up.

dong dong dong...

This time, Rogge didn't make any grand pronouncements. He simply held up the huge black iron cauldron, slowly turned around in place, and scanned his surroundings.

Looking at the enthusiastic audience on all sides, and the ashen-faced martial arts candidates, his eyes were filled with disdain.

"The martial arts examination, the top scholar exam, let's see how you manage to pass this time?"

He entered the game with the intention of killing it and winning without any room for argument.

After holding it for a while, Roger leaned forward slightly and threw the three-thousand-pound iron cauldron onto the ground with a loud bang.

He placed his hands in front of his chest, slowly bowed, and said in a deep voice:

"If you can't wield this sword or lift this iron cauldron, then admit defeat and don't come up to fight."

I'm afraid I'll lose control of my strength and kill you all with one punch.

"What's with the arrogance? It's not like only American boxers have power."

White Bear Lemon spread his arms outwards, his body of fat and muscle rolling around like water.

He took two steps forward, bent down, and grabbed the two-thousand-pound Green Dragon Blade.

With a low growl, he slashed down with his sword.

boom……

Stones and dirt flew up from the ground, creating a shallow crater.

He used the momentum to wield the knife, the tip and end of the blade spinning in a circle, the hilt pointing downwards, and slammed it heavily into the center of the arena.

Buried half a foot deep.

Then, without looking back, he walked towards Fang Ding, exhaled, and raised it.

He walked around the field for half a lap and then casually tossed the square cauldron aside.

"Three thousand catties is not too difficult."

"Rogge, wait until I kill Li Xin, then I'll fight you to the death and see who stands last."

Roger looked at the chubby man with a serious expression, his fists clenched so tightly that his bones cracked.

The tumor on his face turned bluish-purple, and his eyes became dangerous.

"Alright, let's have a little fight later."

The two men stared at each other, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

Roger thought to himself, "You think 3,000 jin is my limit? No, even the master known as Divine Fist Song in the capital of the Qing Dynasty couldn't withstand my series of heavy punches."

If it weren't for the concern that you might scare that twelve-year-old boy and cause him to run away prematurely, thus ruining everything, how could you possibly have the chance to show off your power?

White Bear Lemon sneered inwardly:

What can be proven by lifting these lifeless heavy objects and wielding a two-thousand-pound broadsword like a snail crawling?

I can easily kill the most cunning black bear in the snow and the most ferocious crocodile in the river.

It wouldn't take much effort to kill you, you big guy.

However, judging from its resilient physique, it will probably take a bit more effort to tear it apart.

He licked his lips, looking at Roger as if he had spotted prey.

The two are facing off.

The military official on the high platform did not stop, and shouted again: "Who else wants to come forward?"

Five hundred jin is considered a pass; as for a two thousand jin broadsword, proceed according to your strength. Don't force yourself if you can't lift it.

This was said to the candidates for the military examination.

It was all out of good intentions.

The official was tall and thin, and judging others by his own standards, he was afraid that those martial arts candidates would overestimate their abilities and try to challenge the weight of two thousand jin, only to end up crushing themselves to death.

That's worse than not getting it done at all.

To avoid actually dying on the spot and causing the imperial court to lose face.

"I come."

Herman, the German, squinted his gray, lifeless eyes, looking utterly devoid of vitality...

He walked up to the Azure Dragon Blade, and although it looked like he couldn't lift it, with a soft roar, his arm suddenly swelled up, and the blade was above his head.

Anyone with eyes can see it.

Although this person's physique wasn't so strong as to inspire despair.

However, its explosive power and its strong spiritual will can transcend the physical body.

He effortlessly wielded the broadsword and lifted the square cauldron, defying all odds.

After he finished lifting it, everyone could see that countless drops of bright red blood were seeping from his exposed skin.

It looked like he was wearing a blood-stained coat.

But his eyes remained indifferent and lifeless, as if he felt nothing.

This display sent chills down the spines of everyone watching...

Thinking back to how this person never dodges or yields when fighting others, but instead fights with their life on the line...

The act of killing the opponent with two punches, then piercing his heart, gouging out his heart and eating it.

Looking at it now is like seeing ghosts and gods.

"No wonder they're called ghouls, they don't look like living people at all. What kind of evil martial arts do the Japanese practice? It's like evil spirits descending to earth."

"I heard that there are a lot of people in their country who don't value their lives and are as fanatical as madmen."

We can't afford to offend them, we really can't afford to offend them.

“In some ways, these Japanese foreigners were even more ferocious than the Anssa people. Jiaozhou was a living hell.”

Unfortunately, the imperial court was incompetent, sending out some cowardly troops who fled before even seeing the enemy, truly disgracing us completely.

"Never again should you treat me like a Qing dynasty person. They've never done anything humane to us other than exploit us. I am deeply ashamed of it..."

"That's the right way to think. Now the soldiers of the eight nations are rushing over from afar, and the dynasty is about to fall... You should think more about your escape route."

There's no future in staying in this dilapidated, declining place.

You'd be better off taking a boat out to sea; there, abundant wealth and a wonderful life await you.

Amid the murmurs, Miyamoto Genzo and Knight Angsa Floro easily lifted the three-thousand-pound square cauldron, tested their broadswords, and then silently withdrew.

As they were leaving the arena, both of them glanced at Li Xin.

Clearly, they had been eagerly anticipating it for a while.

In their eyes, those martial arts graduates were as if they didn't exist at all.

We will neither provoke nor pay any attention to them.

After lifting the heavy object, he just stared at Li Xin.

We'll have to see how he performs...

It would be really funny if I failed this test.

First, dampen his spirits.

Then force them to fight back.

It would be much easier to defeat him in a duel.

Anyway, those people said that as long as they suppress Li Xin's rising momentum and knock off his martial luck, they can achieve their goal.

Whether you force them to admit defeat or kill them on the spot, the important thing is to complete the mission.

People like Miyamoto Genzo and Fro were not actually most afraid of life-or-death battles; in fact, they craved them.

What they feared was that Li Xin would flee if he saw the situation was not good.