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

According to multiple sources, it's hard to say much about this boy who is only twelve years old.

However, the speed of his movements and the accuracy of his marksmanship were truly terrifying.

In a sense, they are basically invincible.

Fro had heard the Commander of the Judgment Knights say that even if he personally took action, Li Xin would only be able to fight to the death...

Otherwise, if the enemy really escapes, even if he brings hundreds of soldiers, he might not be able to surround and kill him.

The military strategists had long ago developed various models to calculate Li Xin's attack power and mobility.

No matter how you calculate it, you can't achieve a one-hit kill.

Therefore, the best approach is to place him in an environment where he neither will nor wants to run away.

Then, they used force to crush him to death.

By the time he tried to escape again, he was already severely injured. His movements were greatly impaired, and he could no longer escape.

Frobie hoped that Li Xin would succumb to provocation, use his weakness to attack his strength, and try to lift that three-thousand-pound square cauldron like they did.

Moreover, they overestimated themselves and dared to fight to the death with us in the arena.

Once he steps onto the field, it's his death knell.

Even if they weren't killed on the spot.

They will die afterward.

The soldiers waiting outside the arena, along with the skilled warriors like the Judgement Knight Commander who were already prepared, had long since laid a trap...

That's what Fro thought.

Miyamoto Genzo certainly thought the same way.

He even considered feigning weakness in the early stages to wear down Li Xin's stamina and give him hope of winning.

Only at the very last moment did they unleash their full power and kill him in one fell swoop.

Clear the final obstacle for the Imperial operation.

……

Li Xin glanced at the martial arts candidates around him and immediately saw the bitterness and sadness in their eyes.

Whether you can lift a 2,000-pound object or not, you don't even need to try.

How could I not know my own strength?

Let alone two thousand catties.

Even if it weighs a thousand pounds.

Among the scholars present, it's unlikely that many could be selected.

Those are the seeds of top-tier military generals; in such a vast land, only a few like them emerge every ten years.

Those who take the martial arts exam are selected from a very small pool of people, and eight out of ten of them are people with connections... So where do they get the ability to compete with these top foreigners in strength and combat?

"I come."

Just as Li Xin was preparing to stop waiting and wanted to make his move.

Then I heard a grief-stricken roar.

He was a burly young man, eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick waist.

“Zhang Dingjia is willing to give it a try.”

boom……

A commotion arose from all around.

"Among the martial arts graduates, there's actually someone who dares to challenge these foreign monsters. Could it be that he's just putting on a brave face?"

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Chapter 165 Mountain Splitting Second Level, Heavenly Eye Dead Point

"No, this person comes from Daming Prefecture. He was incredibly strong even in his childhood and was deeply loved by Yang Shichang, a famous martial arts master from the same hometown. Yang Shichang took him as his disciple and taught him with great care."

It is said that he has the strength of a thousand pounds with a single swing of his arms.

If Li Xin and these foreigners hadn't joined the competition midway, he would have been the frontrunner to win the top martial arts title.

Someone was explaining things to them, and as they spoke, they suddenly burst into tears.

"It's a pity he was born at the wrong time. If it weren't for this era of strange occurrences and chaos caused by monsters, he would have achieved great things and made outstanding contributions to the court. What a pity..."

"Yes, although this person is skilled in martial arts, archery and horsemanship, and also possesses superhuman strength."

But it's highly unlikely that he'll be able to win the martial arts championship despite the obstruction of several eccentric foreign masters.

If Zhang Dingjia's strength is still within everyone's comprehension...

Then, a few strange foreigners who suddenly appeared out of nowhere were so powerful that it was almost despairing.

In the past, experts at this level were very far removed from ordinary people like them.

So far away that you might never see it in your entire life.

They often only appear in folk tales and biographies.

However, recently I don't know what went wrong.

Masters, a rare find every few decades, are popping up like cabbages, making them seem worthless.

How are ordinary people like them supposed to survive?

Never before have the people of Beijing felt such a sense of uncertainty and unease about the future.

I thought change was still a long way off.

It now seems that the situation is urgent.

It's not just the system that's undergoing incredible changes; the world itself is about to change drastically...

……

Zhang Dingjia, his face filled with grief and indignation, rushed to the side of the two-thousand-pound Guan Wang sword, bent down slightly, and roared, his voice like a thunderclap.

The Guan Yu sword swayed, and as he straightened his back, it finally lifted off the ground.

He slowly twirled his sword.

His face flushed bright red, and he exhaled a long, white puff of steam...

His bones cracked and creaked, as if they were about to break at any moment.

Fortunately, this scene did not happen.

He slammed his Guan Dao heavily onto the ground, closed his eyes to regulate his breathing for three seconds, and his complexion improved slightly before he walked towards Fang Ding.

A cheer erupted from all sides.

"Top scholar, top scholar..."

Those were the shouts of the people of the capital.

Li Xin couldn't help but look up.

It was only then that he realized that some ordinary people were not genuinely cheering for the foreigners.

The truth is, they can't find any top domestic athletes they can cheer for or admire.

If such a person were to appear, their voice would be louder than anyone else's, and their confidence would be greater than anyone else's.

A flame-like light flashed in his eyes.

As Zhang Dingjia brandished his sword, it instantly transformed into a blazing, terrifyingly bright sun.

The cheers surged like a tidal wave, then receded just as quickly.

Zhang Dingjia arrived at the three-thousand-jin square cauldron.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at his two hands.

"drink……"

Zhang Dingjia assumed a horse stance, grabbed Tie Er with both arms, straightened up and exerted force to lift Fang Ding up.

moment.

His face looked as if it were about to bleed, and the veins on his neck looked like they were about to burst.

He forced himself to take three steps, but before he could even utter a sound, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The thunderous cheers that had just resounded throughout the arena suddenly seemed to have been choked, and could no longer be uttered.

Blood mist flew in mid-air...

Zhang Dingjia swayed unsteadily, his arms went limp, and his feet slipped.

His body was out of control, and he fell sideways.

The three-thousand-pound iron cauldron held above his head suddenly tilted and fell like a mountain collapsing.

It looked like he was about to be crushed to the point of breaking his bones and tendons.

"Ha ha……"

Roger, White Bear, and the others looked at him with mockery and laughed.

A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd.

"Get out of the way."

Just when everyone thought Zhang Dingjia was doomed, some even sighed and couldn't bear to watch any longer.

A figure suddenly appeared in the arena.

The sound was like a thunderclap.

The man stood in front of Zhang Dingjia and slammed his palm into the sky with a thunderous roar.

bang...

Amidst the loud noise.

The four-eared square ding looks as if it has been struck by a giant hammer.

It trembled violently and flew backwards, soaring more than three zhang into the sky.

"what……"

For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

"Is that even human?"

"Is it three thousand catties? Is it really three thousand catties? It feels like a bathtub, just thrown into the sky like that?"

"Li Xin, that's Yama Li Xin..."

Someone was screaming wildly, their voice splitting into two.

"It's Nezha, the Third Prince. There's a blinding flame in his palm. What is it? Is it the Qianyang Blazing Palm of the Cheng Family Bagua?"

"What incredible strength!"

Suddenly, things started to boil over from all directions.

On the high platform, both the examiners and the guards stood up in unison.

Watching that three-thousand-pound iron cauldron sway and fly upwards, then, exhausted, fall back down.

My mind is completely blank.

Rogge and his companions, who had been watching the spectacle with strange smiles on their faces, froze completely upon seeing the scene before them.

"impossible!"

"Oh my god..."

"idiot!"

Li Xin smirked slightly, reached out and gently lifted Zhang Dingjia, whose muscles were so weak he could barely stand, and with a flick of his wrist, tossed him back into the crowd of martial arts candidates.