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

"I wonder if my indestructible body and protective powers are worthy of your attention, Lord Li?"

"If you can break my power of ghosts and gods, or even harm my physical body in the slightest, then..."

"I, Miyamoto Genzo, am willing to concede defeat in this battle."

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Chapter 170 Spreading the Net, Igniting a Prairie Fire

"Are ghosts and gods immortal?"

"Ha ha……"

After hearing Miyamoto Genzo's arrogant words, Li Xin laughed loudly.

Japanese martial artists constantly talk about being possessed by ghosts and gods, having an indestructible divine body, and possessing protective divine power.

They constantly spout mystical and supernatural theories, exaggerating their abilities to an absurd degree.

It's as if simply being associated with the names of so-called ghosts and gods allows one to transcend the mundane and crush everything.

If it were someone else, they might be fooled by this mystical explanation.

In Li Xin's eyes, such boasting was pure self-deception.

He was too lazy to argue further; saying too much would only lower his own stature.

Then, falling to the same level as the other party seems particularly ridiculous.

"Alright, then I'll test just how tough your 'Undying Ghostly Spirit' really is."

Li Xin's smile vanished, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

There was no unnecessary gathering of power, no fancy starting moves. His figure swayed slightly, and solidified red and white intertwined flames instantly rose from his body.

Half of it is as fiery as a raging fire, and half of it is as swift as a raging storm...

With a single step, his figure suddenly became ethereal.

Li Xin, who was just on the east side of the arena, appeared next to Miyamoto Genzo in the next second and delivered a clean and decisive slap.

Snapped……

A crisp, ear-piercing explosion resounded throughout the venue.

Li Xin's attacks were incredibly fast, beyond human comprehension.

Miyamoto Genzo had no time to react; he only felt a slight flash of light and instinctively tilted his head.

The next moment, he was sent flying by the force of the slap.

His body shot backward like an arrow released from a bow, flying more than ten meters into the air before crashing heavily onto the open ground outside the arena.

With a muffled boom, dust exploded from the ground...

The hard rammed earth was directly smashed into a crater half a meter deep.

Miyamoto Genzo was completely stuck at the bottom of the pit...

Amidst the swirling dust, they were utterly disheveled.

The tens of thousands of audience members fell silent for a moment, then erupted in cheers and applause.

"Okay! Let's do it!"

"He put on an act for ages, and then he was sent flying with a single slap!"

"I knew these Japanese devils were disgustingly pretentious, they deserved to be taught a lesson!"

On the arena, Li Xin stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm:

"They made it sound so amazing that I couldn't even catch a slap from them."

With this level of strength, what do you have to offer me to fight?

Miyamoto Genzo, who was at the bottom of the pit, suddenly propped himself up, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot, and his face filled with murderous intent that could no longer be concealed.

He had just maintained a humble and polite demeanor, patiently maneuvering and feigning composure.

The plan was to first use persuasive tactics to win Li Xin over, then use secret techniques to assassinate him, gradually undermining Li Xin's confidence...

As a result, the other party completely deviated from the expected approach and attacked without saying a word.

He didn't even have time to react.

A slap shattered all his pretense.

For an ordinary martial artist, this heavy blow would be enough to shatter their skull, break their bones, and kill them on the spot.

However, he possesses the power of Japanese ghosts and spirits, and his physical body has an extremely strong self-healing ability.

Even if your forehead is dented and deformed from being hit, it's not a big deal.

Black smoke swirled around him, instantly restoring his twisted and sunken skull to its original position, and slowly straightening his crooked cheeks.

Loose and cracked teeth can be quickly regenerated and repaired...

In just two or three breaths, the injuries on his face were completely healed.

Only the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth and the overwhelming ferocity in his eyes revealed just how furious he was at that moment.

Miyamoto Genzo slowly stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth:

"Very good. Excellent."

"Since you insist on courting death, then don't blame me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped his feet heavily on the ground.

Thick black smoke billowed out of his body, swirling and condensing on his skin, transforming into countless hideous and twisted ghostly phantoms.

It bared its teeth and roared fiercely.

His skin quickly faded from its normal color, turning into a deathly bluish-gray.

The veins are bulging and the skin and flesh are twisted.

The next second, Miyamoto Genzo charged forward, leaping several times faster than before onto the arena.

He spread his five fingers, and instantly black, sharp claws sprouted from his fingertips, heading straight for Li Xin's vital points on the head.

"I'll personally test just how skilled you are in martial arts today."

The sharp black claws were close at hand, the wind was biting and the murderous aura locked onto him.

The audience felt a chill run down their spines, and many instinctively held their breath.

Li Xin, standing in the center of the arena, had a calm and unwavering gaze, as if he hadn't seen the deadly claw strike at all.

Just as the claws were about to touch his hair, he subtly shifted his body, perfectly avoiding all attacks, and instantly flashed to Miyamoto Genzo's side and rear.

Before the other party could turn around, Li Xin slapped him across the back of his shirt.

Bang!

A muffled thud exploded, and immense force penetrated his body.

Miyamoto Genzo was so badly beaten that his body was almost folded in half. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood gushed out on the spot. His body was thrown into the air uncontrollably.

Before he could even regain his footing in mid-air...

Li Xin's feet flashed, covering ten meters in an instant, and he reappeared in front of him.

A punch, delivered straight to the chest!

The force of the punch swept past, causing the surrounding air to shatter into layers of flocculent fragments, creating a series of thunderous booms.

Miyamoto Genzo's protective black aura around his chest vibrated violently, forcefully blocking most of the impact.

The remaining immense force still penetrated the protective aura, crushing the muscles and bones throughout the body.

Click click click!

A series of loud cracking sounds rang out as his ribcage fractured and his meridians were damaged.

He coughed up another mouthful of blood, and his breathing became disordered and weak.

After suffering two heavy blows, Miyamoto Genzo finally realized that a head-on confrontation was not the solution, and immediately changed his tactics.

He quickly brought his palms together, tightly binding Li Xin's arm as he threw a punch.

To lock down the opponent's joints, one must fight to the death.

As soon as he exerted force with his arms, his expression changed drastically.

It felt hard and cold to the touch, like being tightly bound to a giant, cast steel pillar, completely still.

"How is this possible?!" Miyamoto Genzo was shocked.

Li Xin chuckled lightly, his tone full of nonchalant superiority.

"Insufficient strength, too slow speed, and the technique is absolutely terrible."

All he has left is his evil magic to withstand attacks. Is that even worthy of being called the power of ghosts and gods?

"Your Japanese deities have far too low a bar."

Before he finished speaking, Li Xin twisted his arm slightly, his wrist nimbly climbing, wrapping, and locking.

My arm started vibrating with a buzzing sound.

Click!

Two extremely crisp sounds of bones cracking rang out simultaneously.

Miyamoto Genzo's arms shattered and broke completely in an instant, losing all power.

The whole person floated backward like a tattered rag doll.

He fell heavily into the pit outside the ring once again.

This time, his self-healing speed was noticeably slower.

The previous injuries were healed in an instant...

After suffering comminuted fractures in both arms and severe injuries to his torso, he lay at the bottom of the pit for three breaths before he could barely prop himself up.

Visibly, black smoke swirled and washed over his body.

The shattered bones and torn muscles gradually reconnect, regenerate, repair, and heal.

However, the body was still deformed and twisted after the repair, with the bones in the arms misaligned and the torso slightly hunched.

Standing still, his body was strangely contorted, as if he had a congenital deformity.

Such a tragic situation would have caused an ordinary martial artist to collapse and admit defeat long ago.

But instead of doing so, Miyamoto Genzo raised his head and a strange, distorted smile appeared on his face.

"Li Xin, I acknowledge your strength."

"Your speed, strength, and skills are all beyond the level of ordinary people."

"But no matter how strong you are, you are still just flesh and blood!"

You can destroy my physical body, but you can't break my divine power! You can't kill me, but you're going to die, hahahahaha!

The arrogant laughter echoed across the training ground, sending chills down the spines of the onlookers.

As everyone was puzzled, they suddenly saw the scene on the arena, and their expressions instantly changed.

All that could be seen was Li Xin's exposed skin, cheeks, and neck.

It had somehow acquired a faint, dark, malevolent aura.

These black wisps seemed to possess a life of their own; once they adhered to the skin, they wriggled and seeped in frantically…

It rushes into the body through pores, meridians, and acupoints.

The originally clean and sharp masculine aura was instantly covered and entangled by a layer of cold and eerie malevolent energy.

A chorus of gasps erupted from the audience.

"Oh no! The black energy is alive; it'll be terrible if it gets on someone."