"No one below the rank of Martial Master is a match for you, fellow Daoist."
While the mastery of power is formidable, this effect can be negated by martial arts techniques. However, Dao Chengyi's physical attributes are exceptionally strong, and even without using techniques, few can rival him simply by overwhelming others with brute force.
There's no need to explain the scene, because those people were able to perform even one move because Dao Chengyi gave them the opportunity to show off.
And that's exactly what happened on stage. What made the Muggle guests want more was that no matter who went up, no matter how skilled they were in martial arts, whether they were proficient in swords, spears, halberds, or martial arts.
He went up on stage, introduced himself, then made a move against Dao Chengyi, and was then knocked off by that one hand.
And they practice their most prized moves, honing their boxing skills relentlessly? Could they overwhelm people like a raging torrent? Then let them be swept away by the force of water rushing down the embankment, the forest, and the rocks.
A body of steel, forged through relentless beatings with clubs, swords, and clubs, and the ingestion of various savage drugs—this body is supposed to be impervious to blades and spears? Yet, a single hair piercing an acupoint causes a blockage of blood and qi, ultimately rendering the entire body immobile!
Using a sword, he was pierced by a single finger strike, his hands and feet pierced; using a knife, his body was severed by a single palm strike. The knife shattered and the person was injured. Was his movement technique an attempt to buy time? Then, similarly, his movement technique was to stay close behind him, ultimately causing him to collapse and have his legs severed. He was completely defeated with the most savage force and the most unacceptable moves.
The time allotted was about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and each person had no more than thirty seconds. On the stage, the Taoist priest's robes remained perfectly smooth, his hair was perfectly styled, and his hands were still clean. However, the stage itself was in complete disarray, with countless people losing their weapons on the spot, coughing up blood, and surrendering in defeat.
"You scoundrel! It was just a friendly spar, why did you have to use such force! Although you are exceptionally talented, your character is flawed, and you are unworthy to be called a martial artist!"
The martial arts school owner, whose disciples had all been defeated and seriously injured, and who feared that even Qing Mangdou would be unable to participate, angrily rebuked them.
"If you have to compete with others and worry about getting hurt, then you might as well study literature and literature. Why bother with the martial arts world of swords and spears?"
"If you're not satisfied, then come up on stage and see how heavy my fist is!"
Dao Cheng glanced disdainfully at the old dog. If he dared to come up, he wouldn't mind killing a martial arts master on the spot today.
Patience? Retreat? Not a chance. With Wan Wo at his disposal and the Gu Dao in his hands, the fact that he hasn't already treated this group of people reasonably enough by not refining them all is already a huge concession!
"Alright! Crane Fist Master, fists and feet have no eyes! Since you've come up on stage, you should be prepared to get injured. I have some excellent medicine at my residence. I'll give it to your disciple later so it won't interfere with the Green Mang Fight."
"Dao Chengyi, the eighth disciple of Fushan Fist, has won all thirty of his battles. Does anyone else wish to come up and challenge him?"
Wei Jie let out a cold snort, and a visible blood-red aura enveloped the arguing guild master, causing the man to turn red in the face and tremble with fear.
"I...I have no further objections, please grant me the medicine, Captain!"
Wei Jie looked at Dao Chengyi again, his expression softening and showing more approval.
"What a magnificent Fushan Fist! What a martial arts genius! Your name is truly a fine one. In the Qingmang martial arts world, if you were to achieve mastery, I fear there would be no one to stand shoulder to shoulder with you."
"Master Li, you can give me your pills now."
"A young man of great talent, a young man of great talent. Today, this elixir is paired with such a genius, and I have gained a fine disciple. It is truly a double blessing."
Thirty battles, thirty victories—such achievements in less than a year of martial arts training are truly rare in the Qing Mang region…
But such an overbearing display of arrogance is nothing short of a justifiable way to meet one's demise.
Among the guests, the elder of the Niu family, the county magistrate's advisor, and the Liao family members exchanged glances and then quietly left the venue.
Today's situation is not bad; let's see how many people still remember the talents of youthful brilliance when spring comes next year.
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