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

Everyone sighed with relief, and the pent-up resentment was swept away.

Among the foreigners participating in this martial arts competition, apart from the mysterious and powerful Roger, Raymond was the most arrogant and hated.

Now that he has been instantly killed by Li Xin with a single punch and has completely perished, it is truly gratifying.

Blood splattered across the arena, and a strong, pungent stench filled the air.

Li Xin stood in the center of the pool of blood, his expression calm.

Looking up through the crowd, his gaze settled on a burly man with an unusually tall stature and reddish skin in the foreigners' group.

That's Roger, the American boxer.

Roger was muscular and had an exaggerated physique, exuding a strong aura of menace.

Just standing there, he exudes a strong sense of oppression.

Whether it was due to drug treatment or extreme asceticism, his fierce aura was several times stronger than any heavyweight professional boxer Li Xin had ever seen in his previous life.

It almost solidified into a tangible form.

Clearly, he has taken many lives.

In Li Xin's X-ray vision, four deadly red dots were clearly visible on Rogge's body.

Especially the spot between her eyebrows, which was an unusually glaring red.

Li Xin's heart stirred slightly.

The red dot between his eyebrows indicates that his cerebral blood vessels have been under excessive pressure for a long time and are already on the verge of breaking down, and he may burst and die suddenly at any time.

This is, of course, a side effect of the medication.

Besides the area between his eyebrows, there were several other places on Roger's body that were in the same condition.

It's unclear whether he himself can discover these weaknesses.

Li Xin stood on the arena, facing the clamor, his voice calm, straightforward, and clearly reaching Rogge's ears.

"Rogge, you've been jumping around like this these past few days, aren't you feeling pretty smug?"

"Come up."

"Let me see just how powerful your punch really is."

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Chapter 167 Fist Against Fist

The lingering stench of blood from the arena had not yet dissipated, and bloodstains on the bluestone surface slowly seeped through the cracks in the stone.

The gruesome scene of Lemon's body disintegrating and blood splattering was etched into the minds of everyone present.

The onlookers were still reeling from the shock of the swift defeat of the formidable enemy.

Discussions rose and fell...

All eyes were on American boxer Roger.

In the streets of the capital, the common people privately gave Rogge a nickname: "Red Pig".

Upon first hearing this name, most people would assume it's mocking someone for being as stupid as a pig.

Actually not.

This is a title that is extremely taboo.

In those days, the most feared wild beasts in the mountain villages were never jackals, wolves, tigers, or leopards, but rather wild boars that roamed the countryside.

They are enormous, thick-skinned, and incredibly strong, wantonly trampling on fields and destroying crops, causing devastating damage to people's livelihoods.

What's more troublesome is that there are too many wild boars, and they are not afraid of people or open flames. They often take the initiative to break into villages and injure or kill people.

Ordinary hunters and able-bodied villagers were utterly powerless to resist them; those who encountered them were either killed or injured.

Everyone nicknamed Rogge "The Red Pig".

The first reason is his unusual physique and skin color.

Roger was over 2.2 meters tall, with a physique that was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

His muscles were bulging and bulging all over his body, each muscle hard and taut, with grotesque and explosive lines.

Combined with his dark red skin, he looked fierce and terrifying, exuding a strong sense of oppression, inspiring fear in people from afar.

The second reason, and the one that makes people most wary, is his fighting style.

This person never uses fancy tricks in combat; he prefers to charge like a wild boar, domineering, ruthless, and unstoppable.

No matter how exquisite the opponent's moves or how tight the defense, he always overpowers them with sheer force, crushing them head-on with absolute power and brute force.

Anyone who gets a close-range collision or a heavy punch from him is almost certainly doomed on the spot.

Some boxers had previously been defeated by him, and some didn't even have time to admit defeat before being beaten into a pulp by his continuous punches.

Master Chen, a renowned Tai Chi master, is a prime example.

Master Chen has been deeply involved in Tai Chi for decades, possessing profound skills in the art, integrating offense and defense with fluid and effortless movements.

They are best at using the opponent's strength against them and overcoming strength with softness.

His ability to deflect and neutralize attacks is exquisite, earning him a renowned reputation in Beijing's martial arts circles.

Ordinary masters and brute force fighters are powerless against his Tai Chi Cloud Hands.

No matter how strong the force, it will be gradually neutralized and dissolved.

Yet this was a Tai Chi master who was proficient in martial arts and whose moves were perfect.

He couldn't even withstand two punches from Rogge.

The reason is quite simple.

Rogge had no sophisticated moves and didn't bother to maneuver or test the waters.

His fighting style is singular: to overpower and crush opponents with sheer force.

If you can withstand his brute force, you have a chance of winning;

If you can't stop them, you'll only die.

Roger's punches have an explosive force of over 3,000 jin (approximately 1,500 kg), or even stronger.

This level of terrifying force has exceeded the limits of what can be countered with skill.

The gentle, force-dissipating techniques of Tai Chi are completely ineffective against absolute brute force.

The cloud hands cannot deflect it, the body movements cannot dispel it, and the fist stance cannot block it.

Roger unleashed a punch that struck like a massive crossbow bolt, tearing apart Master Chen's defensive stance.

With its defenses wide open and its chest completely exposed, it could only suffer a bitter defeat in the end.

This single battle made everyone fully realize Rogge's ferocity.

Faced with pure, absolute power, all exquisite techniques and martial arts skills appear pale and powerless.

On the high platform, the official in charge of the event watched as the dust settled on the stage and loudly announced the result, his voice clearly resounding throughout the entire arena.

"Li Xin of Cangzhou has emerged victorious in this arena match!"

After declaring the winner, the official turned his gaze to Rogge, who was standing on the sidelines, and his tone was noticeably lighter than before.

Less tense and serious, more relaxed

In the previous strength test and archery competition, strong foreigners took turns appearing, displaying arrogance.

The atmosphere inside the arena was extremely tense...

Everyone was on tenterhooks, fearing that the imperial military would all be defeated.

Foreigners are impressive.

However, it is impossible to completely suppress the Chinese people.

Where will everyone's pride be?

Now that Lemon has been defeated with a single punch, the arrogance of the foreigners has been forcefully suppressed.

With most of the pressure in the official's heart relieved, his tone naturally became more relaxed.

"American boxer Roger, do you dare to step onto the stage and fight Li Xin to determine the winner?"

The crowd held their breath, all eyes fixed on Rogge, awaiting his response.

Roger slowly raised his eyes. His dark red skin gleamed with a cold, hard sheen in the sunlight, and several purplish-black tumors on his face stood out starkly.

Coupled with his imposing and terrifying physique, he looked exceptionally fierce.

His gaze was fixed on Li Xin's figure on the arena, a complex smile playing on his lips, his voice low and hoarse:

"I've long wanted to see just how strong this 'Third Prince Nezha' you all talk about really is?"

“These days, you have been constantly killing in the capital, and your hands are covered in blood.”

One man single-handedly fought against the government, causing heavy casualties among the soldiers, who could only cower in their camps and dare not go out to fight.

Looking across the world, there are very few who can achieve what you have...

Li Xin, you are a true martial arts hero, worthy of my full effort and serious punches.

As soon as he finished speaking, Roger moved slightly.

He raised his hand and gently placed it on the edge of the two-meter-high ring.

His massive, imposing body seemed incredibly heavy, but in the next second, he swayed and leaped lightly, landing silently on the bluestone arena.

It landed smoothly and silently, without even stirring up a speck of dust on the table.

The seemingly ordinary entrance move caused a slight change in the expression of the martial arts practitioners watching from below the stage.

Wang Zhengyi, Cheng Yuanhua, and other established martial artists observed more closely and understood the true value of the information.

There are always common-sense principles in martial arts: a strong body is bound to be clumsy.

The more robust and muscular a martial artist is, the greater their strength and resilience will always be, while their weaknesses will inevitably be their agility and nimbleness.

Even with dedicated practice of body techniques, and no matter how fast one moves, the movements will inevitably feel clumsy.

It is impossible to be light and agile.

In the world of martial arts, there is never a way to have it all.

It's impossible to possess both the immense strength of a thousand pounds and the agility of a small martial artist, as nimble as a monkey.

But the Rogge before us defied this common sense.

A colossal body measuring 2.2 meters tall, covered in bulging, bulging muscles, possessing terrifying power to crush everything...

His movements were strangely agile to the extreme.

All the onlookers saw was his muscles and bones gently wriggling and stretching, his feet barely moving, his figure already like a snake crawling close to the ground, darting and flashing in front of Li Xin.

On the arena, Li Xin remained expressionless, his demeanor calm and undisturbed.

He watched quietly as Roger displayed extraordinary agility, his gaze lingering a few moments longer on the other man's exaggeratedly large and explosive muscles.

A glint of insight flashed in his eyes, instantly seeing through the true nature of the other person's physical body.

He then spoke slowly, his voice cold and clear.

"Rogge, before you took office, did you leave a will? Did you write any letters and send them back to your homeland across the ocean...?"

"If you had known this path was a dead end, would you still have chosen to walk this deadly path of martial arts where you risk your life for power?"

Upon hearing this, Roger's tense, ready-to-go muscles suddenly relaxed, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He stared intently at Li Xin, his voice filled with disbelief: "You figured it out?"

"It's obvious."

Li Xin shook his head slightly, "It comes at the cost of overdrawing one's life force, forcibly squeezing out the body's potential in exchange for short-term extreme strength, speed, and explosive power."

This method of using banned drugs to modify the physical body has never been a secret.

"Furthermore, your physique, reflexes, and strength all far exceed the limits of ordinary people, but you lack the corresponding martial arts foundation, making you full of flaws."