Four hundred years of martial arts have laid the foundation of realms, and the advancement is based on the level of martial arts and the quality of secret techniques. The basic values are accumulated and then leveraged by skills.
The imagery and conception enhance one's mental suppression of others, and after reaching the Martial Master stage, they increase the attributes and efficiency of internal energy.
The interplay of light and shadow, the power of martial arts, can produce ten or even twenty times the effect of a single point, allowing for free control and effortless enhancement, each with its own unique application.
Fists, feet, swords, and knives—these are the forms of weapons, their essence is attack and killing. They are combined with corresponding techniques and internal energy to protect the path and defeat enemies, with combat as their fundamental purpose.
"My understanding of martial arts is my fist. If you disagree or don't believe me, this is the only explanation I can give."
"Lord Wei, what's your opinion? Should we compete here or outside?"
The first person to take the lead was now terrified and lying on the ground. The second-level practitioner was neither high nor low in rank, but his spirit was extremely weak.
Of course, Dao Chengyi also used the amplification of Qi Yunxiao Gu, which is a newly born Gu worm of the humanistic Gu. Its function is very simple: driven by heart qi. The higher the heart qi, the more Dao Chengyi's various performances can be enhanced. As the saying goes, "A young man with lofty ambitions soars to the clouds with one breath!"
The power of the Gu worms can be enhanced, and the Gu Master's aura can also be enhanced! The outward manifestation is that the pure aura three feet above the head is firmly fixed, and the youthful spirit is undoubtedly displayed.
"In literature, there is no first place; in martial arts, there is no second place. In the past, if our soldiers wanted to make a name for themselves, they had to be brave enough to be the best in the army and defeat the enemy."
"Although martial arts are not entirely like the military system, if you want to prove your ability and win rewards, then you have no choice but to fight a battle, whether you kill the enemy or defeat the enemy."
"Now that Dao Chengyi, the eighth disciple of Fushan Martial Arts School, has taken the stage, let these guests serve as judges and properly evaluate the talents of Qingmang! Next, who will step up?"
Wei Jie smiled and looked at the others in the banquet hall. Wei Shitong followed behind Master Li and looked at Dao Cheng in the venue, feeling his domineering aura.
Among the martial artists brought by their elders, some stopped their restless advances upon seeing this. After all, the difference in strength was stark; a mere second-level cultivator was completely terrified, clearly indicating a formidable enemy.
Of course, some people didn't believe in superstitions, or were simply envious of those elixirs. They jumped up from their seats and landed on the stage that had been reserved for the show but was now being used for martial arts combat.
"Hong En, the seventh disciple of the Iron Eagle Martial Arts School, is a second-stage practitioner. Please enlighten me!"
With sharp, metallic fingernails and piercing, eagle-like eyes, the muscular man, standing 1.8 meters tall and dressed in a black eagle martial arts uniform, introduced himself with clasped hands.
"Please, if you want the pills, then use your strongest methods."
With one hand behind his back and the other outstretched, Dao Chengyi calmly stated something that seemed like a matter of course: if the opponent doesn't use their strongest move right away, then the competition will end there.
"I believe in genius, but I also believe in hard work. This body, forged through thirteen years of torment, these claws tempered by countless iron hammer blows—I refuse to believe you can take this with one hand!"
After saying that, Hong En formed claws with both hands, rapidly closing the distance as if an eagle were flapping its wings. The veins on his hands bulged, the tendons were like vines, and the muscles were like silk, releasing his power and creating a series of whooshing sounds as he grabbed at Dao Chengyi with a sharpness no less than that of a sword.
Dao Cheng closed his eyes and shook his head. His only free arm was now as supple as a whip, causing his sleeve to sway. Instantly, a white snake climbed into the air and suddenly whipped the eagle with its sharp tail.
The silent attack yielded the most remarkable results. The claws, capable of tearing iron and splitting stone, were like a wad of cotton when they touched the long white tail. The claws were instantly disintegrated, and the fingers were broken and twisted.
"Aaaaaah!"
The pain of losing one's fingers is excruciating, especially since these hands had been honed over a decade of painstaking effort. The fact that their strongest weapon had been rendered useless in an instant was even more unbearable for Hong En.
However, the arena is not a place for acceptance or rejection. With a flick of his tail, a white line flashed past, and Hong En, who had no time to dodge, was immediately struck and sent flying backward, disappearing without a sound in the blink of an eye.
"Hong'er!"
The martial arts master from the Iron Eagle Martial Arts School, who was already prepared to rescue him, caught him instantly and used his internal energy to protect his heart meridian. When he saw the bright red crack on his chest, his eyes narrowed.
Dao Chengyi remained motionless in the stands until a long while before uttering the words "The younger generation is truly formidable," before leading his men off the stage and leaving the venue.
What kind of technique? What kind of move? Many people did not understand it. They only saw that Hong En's eagle claw attack, which they could not withstand, was defeated by Dao Chengyi with a flick of his sleeve.
"This is internal strength, which is the second of the three realms of martial arts practitioners' understanding of force."
There are three realms of strength. The most powerful and fierce strength originates from the flesh and is concentrated and explodes at one point, which is called Ming Jin (manifest strength). The most yielding and gentle strength originates from the tendons and bones and is generated secretly through resonance throughout the body, which is called An Jin (hidden strength).
The final stage is when power flows throughout the whole body, originating from the internal organs and reaching the four extremities, so strong that even a fly's feather cannot fall. This transformation of the whole body is called "transformation of strength".
These are three universally recognized levels of power application applicable to all realms, and mastering each one represents a leap in strength.
Miss Shang patiently explained to Mu Qingluo, who was curiously asking about Dao Chengyi's situation, that the profound explanation might be difficult to understand, but in simple terms, if you want to become a Martial Marquis, you must master the realms of these three forces so that you can circulate your internal energy throughout your body and avoid death.
"Does that mean that no one here can rival him?"
Watching Dao Chengyi, who had defied the odds and stepped onto the stage with yet another punch, his chest caved in while he remained unmoved, Mu Qingluo was clearly excited.
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