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

"Based on the extent of your damage, you have at most three months left to live."

If it is wise, one should set aside everything now, board a ship and return to one's homeland, perhaps still in time to see loved ones one last time, and return to one's roots.

"No way."

Roger shook his head slightly, a deep sadness flashing across his eyes, which was quickly replaced by a resolute look.

He grinned, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth, and the hideous purplish-black tumor on his face looked even more terrifying in the sunlight.

"I can't go back to where I am now."

"Li Xin, your words have no effect on me."

He said firmly, "No one forced me to choose to take banned drugs and risk my life. From the very beginning, I had to win. It was either you die or I die."

"I see. Then go die."

Li Xin chuckled lightly: "Make your move, let me see your fist."

Before the words were even finished, the air above the arena suddenly tightened, and a murderous aura exploded instantly.

Rogge had been poised to strike, and before Li Xin could make a move, he suddenly charged forward.

The force of the punch stirred up a gust of wind, and the fierce wind pressure instantly swept over Li Xin's face.

The airflow was piercing and the sense of oppression was overwhelming.

In the blink of an eye, an extremely fast jab came flying through the air, its speed comparable to a bullet leaving the barrel.

The air was torn apart by the fist, producing a piercing, sharp sound.

Li Xin tilted his head slightly to the side, his movements calm and relaxed, precisely avoiding the fatal punch.

A sharp gust of wind whistled past his ears.

In the instant he dodged the attack, Li Xin's lips curled into a faint smile. His gaze calmly scrutinized Rogge, who was throwing a rapid punch, and his tone was indifferent:

"He throws jabs in quick succession, followed by hooks and swings. The speed is fast and the punches are heavy."

"The drugs forcibly pushed your physical limits, reaction speed, and absolute strength to new heights..."

You've drained decades of your lifespan, and this is the physique you've gained—it's not bad.

Unfortunately, even the strongest physique needs a certain level of mastery to control it.

Your moves rely solely on speed and brute force, leaving you with numerous openings. How can you possibly hit anyone?

The howling of fists and the fierce wind were incessant.

A barrage of fist shadows, layer upon layer, densely packed, frantically enveloped Li Xin.

A powerful gust of air surged and churned, causing Li Xin's full head of black hair to dance wildly.

Like a resilient blade of grass in a storm, it sways and flutters incessantly.

A series of rapid punches, like afterimages, swept past Li Xin's left and right sides, top of his head and ears.

The explosive force of the energy was deafening, and waves of energy surged wildly around the arena, creating a terrifying spectacle.

The audience was dazzled and their hearts were pounding.

Many people couldn't even see the trajectory of Rogge's punches, only blurry afterimages.

I couldn't help but hold my breath, my heart pounding with tension.

But such a fierce and dense offensive ultimately proved useless.

Li Xin moved forward steadily and calmly, neither too fast nor too slow.

The fierce punches and violent air currents could not affect his figure and steps in the slightest.

He spoke while calmly dodging all attacks.

He pinpointed every tiny flaw in Rogge's defenses, his voice carrying clearly throughout the ring.

"When you throw a left punch, your right shoulder will subconsciously sink slightly, shifting your center of gravity and exposing your weakness."

"At the moment of throwing a hook punch, the leg on the same side will subtly tense up and gather strength, and the muscle lines will change very obviously..."

"You are used to using feints to lure the enemy and then finishing with a heavy blow."

At the moment of switching between reality and illusion, there will be a very subtle pause or stiffness in the waist.

Ordinary people wouldn't notice it, but to me it was very obvious.

“Every punch you throw, every change of move, every shift of your center of gravity, all your intentions and flaws are clearly seen by me.”

What makes you think you can hit me?

Every word is clear and straightforward, precisely hitting all of Rogge's shortcomings.

Rogge grew increasingly terrified and panicked as the fight progressed.

He unleashed his full power throughout, launching a barrage of punches with both fists, delivering forty-three heavy blows in just a few seconds, each strike aimed to kill and each punch a desperate act of desperation.

His speed and strength had reached the peak limits of his physical body.

All forty-three punches missed their mark.

Not a single punch could touch Li Xin.

'What kind of dodge is that?'

Roger's eyes were blank; his previous composure had vanished, replaced by a hint of fear.

He was not afraid of death, nor of a short life, nor of the dangers of fighting in the ring.

From the moment he chose to risk his life and take banned drugs, he had already become indifferent to life and death.

His only fear was that the strength he had risked his life for would turn out to be a joke.

So what's the point of putting in so much effort?

All my hopes beforehand were dashed; I was so utterly vulnerable.

A sense of despair instantly swept over him, and a deep sense of panic overwhelmed his mind.

If they suffer a complete defeat and achieve nothing today, will Steve still keep his promise?

Will they think he's incompetent and useless, and just tear up the contract...?

Resentment, fear, and despair intertwined and completely shattered Roger's mindset.

"No!"

Rogge let out a frantic roar from deep within his throat, his mentality completely collapsing.

He was unwilling to accept defeat, and even more unwilling to leave in such a humiliating way.

Suddenly, his head snapped back sharply.

Bang!

A dull, heavy impact suddenly rang out.

Roger didn't see when Li Xin dodged or when he threw a punch.

No motion trajectory was captured.

An overwhelming force suddenly slammed into his head.

A sharp pain instantly swept through my body, and my mind went completely blank.

The light of day, the arena, and the crowd vanished instantly, plunging them into utter darkness.

You can't hear a single human voice or the sound of the wind, and you can't feel the touch of the ring or your own body.

He desperately opened his mouth to roar and struggled to shout, but no sound came out.

Perception is completely stripped away, plunging into boundless nothingness.

On the arena, Li Xin's face was cold, and there was not a ripple in his eyes.

He leaped slightly, his figure light and graceful, hovering steadily in mid-air...

A jab, as fast as lightning, suddenly slammed out, its angle extremely tricky, perfectly bypassing both of Roger's arms.

It struck precisely at the fatal red dot right between the opponent's eyebrows.

The jab landed, forcefully sending Roger's head flying high into the air.

At the same time, Li Xin's body, suspended in mid-air, did not fall at all, and he twisted his waist slightly and delivered a powerful left punch.

The force of the punch exploded, causing the surrounding air to buzz and vibrate like muffled thunder throughout the arena.

Everyone in the audience was stunned. No one could see the trajectory of Li Xin's punch, and no one could capture the details of his movements.

The only thing that could be seen was the instant his fist struck, the air in front of him exploded, forming layers of powdery ripples.

Rogge's incredibly hard head was like a phantom reflection in the water.

Under the impact of extreme force, it shattered and exploded instantly.

Crimson blood droplets and tiny bone fragments, mixed with a blood mist, shot forward.

Bang!

Like fireworks in full bloom.

Li Xin retracted his fist, landed on the ground, and shook his head.

"Why bother?"

The towering giant Rogge, standing at 2.2 meters tall, had now completely lost his head.

The headless, massive body remained in a taut, bow-and-arrow stance, standing in the center of the arena.

His body swayed slightly twice, then he fell heavily to the ground and remained motionless.

After a brief silence, deafening cheers erupted from the training ground...

"Martial arts champion, martial arts champion..."

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Chapter 168 Military Might and Killing Intent

Below the arena, the cheers, like a tsunami, lingered for a long time.

Li Xin won both of his two matches, repeatedly crushing and killing top Western boxers with powerful punches.

This completely crushed the previously arrogant and domineering foreigners who had been overpowering the Qing military.

The two bloody and decisive victories made tens of thousands of onlookers feel triumphant, and also stirred the emotions of the civil and military officials on the high platform.

The young emperor sat motionless on the dragon throne.

He maintained the composure and dignity befitting an emperor, but a hint of a smile flickered in his eyes.

The pent-up frustration and depression that had been building up for so long suddenly dissipated.

"It seems that the title of Martial Arts Champion in this year's imperial examination will ultimately belong to the people of our Great Qing Dynasty."

Although I do not know why the Angus and the Japanese sent their experts to fight for this matter.

However, it's always a good thing to be able to hold them off for a while.

Unbeknownst to him, his self-reference also quietly changed from the usually restrained "孤" (gu, meaning "I, the lonely one") to the confident "朕" (zhen, meaning "I, the emperor").

The subtle change in address was enough to show how comfortable he felt at that moment.

In recent years, he has promoted change and innovation, attempting to emulate the West, learn from new laws, reform the long-standing problems in the court, and rectify the chaos in the government and the public.

They were determined to help the declining Qing Dynasty recover gradually.

But all his measures had virtually no effect.

All the old party officials in the court opposed it, and even the Empress Dowager, who held great power in the inner palace, was extremely dissatisfied with his new policies.

Everyone felt that he was too impatient and eager for quick success.

Attempting to reform corrupt practices with the help of foreigners is tantamount to using a foreigner's blade to scrape the bone to remove poison, which is extremely risky.

The slightest misstep could shake the foundations of the nation and destroy the Qing Dynasty's legacy.