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

He had assumed victory in this battle...

But at this moment, all the beliefs and pride he relied on collapsed and crumbled.

He couldn't understand it, nor could he figure it out.

An overwhelming sense of shock and fear swept over me.

Hermann's mind completely collapsed, and his consciousness went blank for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, Li Xin's fist force had completely permeated his meridians, bones, flesh, and internal organs.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no blast of air.

Herman's outstretched fist and arm, from his fingertips to his shoulder and neck, shattered instantly.

The hard bones cracked and shattered layer by layer, and the fascia broke and peeled off inch by inch.

The powerful shockwave penetrated through the meridians and veins, flowing along the limbs and bones, directly impacting the internal organs.

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A series of dense, crackling sounds emanated from Herman's body.

It was like countless firecrackers exploding in turn deep within the body.

Blood bursts out simultaneously from all parts of the body, with blood droplets piercing through the skin and flesh, exploding layer by layer.

All the tendons, bones, muscles, fascia, and internal organs in his body were shattered by an invisible, enormous force, and his entire body completely collapsed and disintegrated.

Herman remained motionless for a moment, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Only his lips could still move slightly:

"Impossible, impossible..."

"Nothing is impossible. Fate is something that changes with time and circumstances."

Li Xin stood still and smiled coldly.

"Given the current situation, how can we be certain what the future holds?"

On the drill ground, whether they were ordinary citizens or civil and military officials of the Qing Dynasty, everyone was speechless.

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Do you not understand what military power or national power is?

But everyone could clearly feel that, just a moment ago, Li Xin stood there with an invincible aura.

Li Xin showed no joy on his face. In his view, it was a contest of fists or intentions.

I can't possibly lose.

The outcome was predetermined from the very beginning.

Herman, bearing the weight of national destruction and slaughter, attempted to crush the power of a newly reborn land.

The final outcome can only be broken bones and shattered remains.

A deathly silence spread throughout and around the arena.

The onlookers remained silent for a long time.

Everyone was immersed in the magnificent aura of a great power they had just witnessed, their hearts pounding and their bodies burning with excitement.

After a long silence, cheers erupted like a landslide and a tsunami, sweeping across the entire training ground:

"Martial Arts Champion! Martial Arts Champion!"

The sound waves rose and fell in layers, one after another, lingering for a long time.

Today, on the martial arts arena, Li Xin fought his way through the rounds, defeating one powerful opponent after another.

He stood alone in the center of the arena, single-handedly defeating the powerful forces from all sides and forcing the masters from all nations to submit.

These overwhelming victories have given these long-numbed people an unprecedented sense of confidence.

Even the most dull-witted and servile commoners, at this moment, temporarily broke free from their long-standing inferiority and cowardice, and their hearts were suddenly enlightened.

They understood that foreigners were not invincible and that the great powers were not unbeatable.

Our own country has never lacked courage and backbone.

There is never a shortage of strong people and hope.

On the high platform, the civil and military officials had different expressions, but all remained silent.

The young emperor sat upright on the dragon throne, his eyes filled with shock and fervor.

On one side of the ring, the foreign spectators were all dejected and their bodies tense.

All the previous laughter and merriment had vanished, as if it were an illusion.

Li Xin's gaze slowly swept over the remaining foreign spectators, his voice calm and even:

"Frey, Miyamoto Genzo."

"If you two still have any skills, you might as well come forward and test your skills on the stage."

After those words, the entire room fell silent once more.

Everyone instinctively looked at the two remaining top foreign experts.

The boxers from Citi, Japan, and North Bear who appeared earlier were all arrogant and overbearing before the exam.

But the final outcome was always extremely tragic.

Raymond's body exploded, and Rogge's head shattered...

Hermann was shattered to pieces.

These renowned foreign masters couldn't even make a ripple in Li Xin's hands.

From the physical body to the spirit, from the will to the physique, utterly crush and kill them.

There is such an invincible powerhouse presiding over the arena.

How could the remaining two foreign experts possibly turn the tide?

"Martial Arts Champion! Martial Arts Champion!"

After a brief silence, cheers erupted all around again.

The sound was even more turbulent and intense than before.

The expert from Onsa, Frey, had an uncertain expression and his eyes flickered, but he remained silent for a long time.

His eyes held a hint of apprehension and resentment.

He kept weighing the pros and cons in his mind...

Just then, the Japanese warrior Miyamoto Genzo slowly stepped forward.

He was slender and dressed in a neat Japanese martial arts uniform.

She walked with light steps, a humble demeanor, and a gentle, polite smile on her face.

He showed no sign of ferocity.

Upon reaching the bottom of the stone steps of the arena, Miyamoto Genzo stopped and bowed respectfully to Li Xin on the platform.

He was humble and courteous, appearing refined and modest.

After bowing, he looked up at Li Xin and slowly began to speak.

"Your martial arts are unparalleled, your strength can destroy mountains and break through cities, and you have defeated masters from various countries. Your divine might is awe-inspiring, and you are truly worthy of our sincere admiration."

"However, the martial arts of Japan, with its thousand-year-old tradition, also has its unique aspects, which are no less than those of others."

"I dare to ask Mr. Li for some pointers and to exchange martial arts techniques."

He paused, his smile unchanged, and continued:

"To be honest, Mr. Li, I began learning martial arts at the age of four, and at the age of six, I used the power of ghosts and gods to temper my body and cleanse my meridians."

At the age of ten, he ventured alone to high mountains and precipitous cliffs, deep forests and treacherous ravines, battling fierce tigers, jackals, and strange fish from the deep sea.

"I have fought thousands of battles, never fearing death, and always ready to kill any enemy I encounter."

"If I am fortunate enough to win this battle today and become the martial arts champion, I will certainly prepare a fine coffin for you, Mr. Li, and properly preserve your remains."

We must not allow Li Jun's body to be left to rot in the wilderness after his death, his remains devoured by wild dogs and wolves, thus dishonoring his heroic name.

These words were spoken in a gentle and courteous manner, and every word seemed to show respect for the opponent and deep compassion.

In reality, every word is a veiled attack, concealing murderous intent, and is extremely insidious and hypocritical.

Li Xin frowned slightly upon hearing this, feeling a surge of physical discomfort, and immediately interrupted him in a cold voice.

"stop."

He had seen arrogant enemies, vicious thugs, and fanatical people, but he had never seen such a hypocrite.

He was filled with murderous intent, wishing he could tear himself to pieces.

On the surface, however, one must still maintain a humble, polite, refined, and modest demeanor.

To conceal malice so perfectly...

The flattery and respect are fake; the real reason is the unwavering belief in victory.

Li Xin felt a strong sense of nausea rising in his heart, and his throat felt itchy.

This kind of extreme malice hidden beneath a gentle facade is what's most repulsive.

I can't even sleep if I don't kill him on the spot.

Li Xin's expression turned completely cold. He stared directly at Miyamoto Genzo and said in a deep voice:

You don't need to put on airs.

"Use whatever powerful methods you have. There's no need for further words."

Upon hearing this, Miyamoto Genzo nodded slightly.

"Li Jun is quick-witted and straightforward, which makes him very likable at first sight."

"The technique I am about to use is not an ordinary martial arts move or fighting technique."

This is a technique for summoning spirits and deities, passed down for thousands of years. Please be extremely careful.

After he finished speaking, Miyamoto Genzo said no more.

To outsiders, he still bowed and remained humble, but in an instant, his aura completely changed.

A three-foot-long aura of pitch blackness rose from the pores of his entire body.

Black energy churned and swirled.

Click click...

A series of sharp, cracking sounds rang out, like tiny bones popping.

Miyamoto Genzo's muscles, bones, and fascia.

At the same time, it shattered, twisted, and displaced.

Enveloped in black energy, it rapidly reorganized, continued, and regenerated.

It goes on and on, in a never-ending cycle...

A sinister and domineering force suddenly exploded out from him, instantly covering the entire bluestone arena.

A chilling, oppressive atmosphere stagnated the air, sealing off all directions.

The atmosphere of the entire arena instantly became sinister and eerie, with hidden dangers lurking within.

Before he even made a move, Li Xin had already clearly sensed a change in his surroundings.

The air became thick, polluted, heavy, and stagnant.

The body and its internal energy and blood are both subject to invisible constraints.

It was no longer as smooth and natural as before.

A strange, chilling power silently erodes the body and disturbs the mind.

Miyamoto Genzo slowly lifted his feet and steadily moved forward, his face still bearing a gentle smile and his tone soft.