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

Those around suddenly realized that this person had been brainwashed by a legendary story told to them.

Is becoming a martial arts champion so easy?

One such person is produced every three years, receiving official rank and generalship, and their status and position are forever changed.

Aren't these all occupied by the sons of military families and the lackeys of the powerful?

The little guy probably thinks that becoming a martial arts champion is something you can do at will.

Zhuang Hongxiu, who was behind her, hurried a few steps, covered her face with her sleeve, and held tightly to Li Xin's clothes with her other hand, refusing to let go, and sobbed, "Don't believe him, he wants to become a eunuch."

As soon as Zhuang Hongxiu said this, the roots of her ears turned red.

The surroundings fell silent, and the scene became noticeably awkward.

Li Cheng, who was in the distance, also covered his face and squatted down with his back to the people, too ashamed to look.

He thought to himself that it was a good thing he hadn't gone to cooperate, otherwise he would have been too embarrassed to say those words in public.

It was all thanks to Zhuang Hongxiu.

This woman is equally adept in the living room and the kitchen, possesses incredible strength, and is also a talented writer.

No, it's incomparable.

Little Yue, on the other hand, opened her eyes groggily and asked timidly, "Big brother, what is a eunuch? Why did second brother become a eunuch?"

"Uh!"

Why are there so many little girls?

The thirty or forty disciples in the martial arts arena felt as if a flock of crows had flown over their heads.

You're just a eunuch, yet you act all high and mighty, kid. You're ruthless.

“If you want to learn martial arts and become the top martial arts champion, you don’t need to go to the Yin family in Beichang. Although their boxing skills are more advanced and their teaching is more skilled, if you become a eunuch, even if you become the top martial arts champion in the future, you will be ridiculed by the world. How can I explain this to my master and mistress?”

Hongxiu cried and sobbed.

"What?"

"Are you going to Uncle Yin's place?"

"Why become a eunuch? You have no taste. Everyone knows that our Cheng family's Bagua steps are like shooting stars and our fists are like raging fire. You're going to take the long way around and pay too high a price."

"Foolish boy, young man, listen to your elder brother..."

Zhuang Hongxiu's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and she quickly added, "Yes, yes, the Cheng family's Bagua and the Yin family's Bagua originate from the same school, and their boxing techniques are quite similar. Moreover, you don't need to be a eunuch here at the Cheng family; you can still learn real skills..."

"But they didn't produce any top scholars."

Li Xin seemed somewhat tempted, but after thinking for a moment, he shook his head and said something that really struck a nerve.

This information came from Zhuang Hongxiu.

The Yin family's Yin Bagua and the Cheng family's Yang Bagua, two fellow disciples, were locked in a fierce struggle, both openly and secretly.

From boxing techniques to philosophies, from the achievements of disciples to the circles of friends they form, there are differences in everything.

You say you're tall, I say I'm strong.

They desperately wanted to outdo each other.

The Yin family often boasts that they trained a martial arts champion, referring to the Ren Chen year (1902), which was six years ago. That champion was Jiang Wenhai, a first-class imperial bodyguard, now a military officer.

This person had studied under Yin Changshou for two years, learning military strategy, archery, and boxing.

Just tell me whether he taught him or not.

He really did teach martial arts champions.

These days, no matter how skilled you are, being praised to the skies by the common people is nothing more than news within the martial arts world.

Once you become the top scholar in the imperial examination, whether it's a scholarly or military scholar, you're an extraordinary person.

It's fair to say that among martial arts masters, only one or two out of a hundred people in the general public may know about them.

However, a martial arts champion is known to only a few dozen out of a hundred people.

The government will also publicize...

In terms of brand recognition, they're not even in the same league.

Upon hearing this, Teng Yuanhao immediately became agitated.

“Every family has a way of producing top scholars; you just don’t know any better. Don’t worry, young lady, I’ll have someone take him home.”

That's how kids are; they haven't experienced the harsh realities of life. Just take them home and have your husband and wife tie them up and give them a good beating.

He waved his hand, "Zhili, call a few men to capture this young master and prevent him from escaping."

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Chapter Nineteen: Eight Directions Cloud Blade, Hard Bridge and Hard Horse

"Hey, hey, don't mess around, or I'll fight back."

Li Xin called out, but inwardly he sighed. He and Zhuang Hongxiu still had a few scenes to film.

The other party then sent people to cause trouble.

She's so impatient.

It must be said that Teng Haodong, one of the six outstanding members of the Cheng family's gossip circle, cooperated extremely well.

A burly young man stepped forward with a chuckle, "You'd better get ready to go back and have a good meal of bamboo shoots stir-fried with pork. If we don't beat you so badly you can't get out of bed for three days, then your parents won't know how to raise a child."

He completely disregarded Li Xin, took a step forward, and reached out to grab Li Xin's shoulder.

Suddenly, I felt my foot slip and I didn't step out... My body was falling forward.

He placed his palm on Li Xin's shoulder, but before he knew it, the small shoulder swayed slightly, and he pressed on empty air.

"Ahhh...smack!"

The young man's entire upper body, including his large face, slammed heavily onto the mud.

"Shili!"

Teng Haodong shouted in disbelief; he had seen it clearly.

The child simply stretched out his leg and gently hooked it to the side, causing Sun Zhili's front leg to turn inward.

If the hind leg gets tripped by the front leg, it will just fall straight forward.

The next few young men, in the same way, had just run up to the front when they collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.

Li Xin moved his feet and darted into the group of disciples.

"Don't touch me, or I'll fight back!"

“If you catch him, all your stance training will have been for nothing. He’s still so small, you can’t move him once you surround him.”

Teng Haodong could hardly believe his eyes.

These young people, who used to practice boxing and stance training with their fellow disciples every day, have become like worms rolling on the ground, unable to even take a step.

Anyone who gets close to Li Xin either falls forward or backward.

I didn't see the child do anything.

Either he hooks his foot or he gently nudges it with his hand.

But it was just right.

A dozen or so disciples lay scattered on the ground, but none of them were seriously injured.

However, he was covered in dust and mud, and looked rather disheveled.

Most people don't even know how they fell.

"Oh, so you're here to cause trouble."

Teng Haodong stopped shouting, smacked his lips, and realized what was going on.

He lowered his waist and hips, swayed his shoulders slightly, and waded through the mud with his feet. Like a snake or a tiger, he pounced and reached Li Xin in just two or three steps.

"Young man, you are quite skilled. How about we have a friendly spar?"

At this moment, he didn't care that he was almost a decade older. He thought that if he couldn't catch this kid, the Cheng family gossip would become a joke.

What does it mean that a child who looks to be around ten years old can easily take down a large group of people?

This shows that the Cheng family's Bagua teachings didn't impart any real skills; all that practice over the years was just a sham.

If word gets out, how can things possibly turn out well?

"Didn't you want to arrest me? Now you're turning the tables on me, haha."

Li Xin felt a slight chill.

He discovered that this sixth senior brother of the Seven Outstanding Students of the Cheng School didn't seem to have the air of a master, and his loud and boisterous speech was unpleasant. However, when it came to fighting, his footwork was extremely fast, and he was right in front of him in a flash.

His body moved with his steps, and his movements were as swift as lightning.

A hand barely managed to grab his chest.

But it was just a feint.

With his other hand, his fingers were hooked, and he was almost touching his belt.

A strong wind was faintly visible.

Li Xin had long been prepared for his sudden attack. The mental image had already taken shape a second in advance, and his mind was elevated, his body moving with the wind.

As if propelled by the force of a palm strike, he slid half a step backward.

Teng Haodong crossed his two palms and swept them across his front and sides.

'Oh no, I miscalculated the distance.'

Teng Haodong used his move too late and felt his arm become slightly heavy.

A small hand was already resting on her outstretched wrist.

With a strength far beyond that of a child, he suddenly pulled outwards...

With a "sizzle," Teng Yuanhao fell forward abruptly.

He was momentarily dazed, and in that critical moment, he only had time to stick one foot out.

His legs were spread out in a split position, and his crotch was torn.

"This……"

Teng Yuanhao looked completely bewildered.

He was indeed highly skilled; the moment his buttocks touched the ground, he sprang up like a spring.

He assumed a stance resembling a feint with a drawn sword.

A cool sensation between my legs.

Startled, he quickly slammed his legs together, turning into a crouching horse, his face burning like fire.

A burst of laughter erupted from all around.

The disciples knew they shouldn't laugh, but they still laughed out loud.

Li Xin retreated seven or eight meters early on to prevent Teng Yuanhao from becoming enraged.

He shook his hand, which was numb from the force of the other person's wrist, and sighed, "I told you I would fight back, but you didn't believe me."

"Alright, alright, you're awesome, young man. You actually pretended to be weak to catch a tiger. I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. Let's fight again. Zhili, just stand there and fight. Here's your shirt, give me your shirt."

Surprisingly, Teng Yuanhao wasn't angry; instead, he laughed out loud.

He took the long gown and wrapped it around his waist.

It didn't seem awkward at all.

He even gave a thumbs-up: "Awesome."

Although he underestimated his opponent and didn't take Li Xin seriously, he left his defenses wide open when he attacked, without holding back any moves.

However, losing a move is losing a move.