"So ti ago when I left the mountain, I heard that a new martial arts sect had erged in our Southern Martial Arts World."
In the woods, Li Chen Ye, clad in a white-grey robe, slowly explained as he thought of sothing.
"This power claims to have found a shortcut to achieving grandmaster status, or even surpassing it."
"It seems to be related to this Divine Power Crystal."
Beside him, Wu Shuang had already fallen silent, but was still visibly shaken by the news.
There was no need to ntion how rare grandmasters were in the Red Country Martial Arts World; they could be counted on the fingers of both hands.
The path to breakthrough is fraught with hardships and perils, but now, soone dares to claim the discovery of a shortcut?
"Little Master Uncle, may I ask which school it is?"
"Divine Martial Alliance."
Li Chen Ye said quietly.
Hearing the reply, both Chen Feng and Wu Shuang frowned slightly.
Divine Martial Alliance?
"Combining the Divine Power Crystal into the path of martial arts, hence it’s called Divine Martial."
With a profound look, Li Chen Ye stood in place, slightly lifting his head.
His gaze pierced through the gaps in the green foliage, looking up into the endless expanse of the azure sky.
"In our era, martial arts are declining."
"Whether it’s chanical martial artists or transford people, as ti goes on, the power of technology grows stronger... but pure martial arts, even for grandmasters, have their monts of exhaustion and depletion."
"Perhaps, this is also an alternative path of martial arts."
With a tone of lant, Li Chen Ye’s gaze seed tinged with a hint of lancholy.
Chen Feng thoughtfully pondered, recalling the martial arts of the Dream World.
[Alliance Calendar Year 92, Boxing King Luo Chao was the first to discover the mysteries of martial arts, achieving breakthrough success, paving the way forward for martial arts... Martial arts gained status, becoming a new path on par with Extraordinary Awakening...]
To be on par with the transcendent, such martial arts would undoubtedly be extrely formidable.
He always felt that perhaps this had so connection with the martial arts schools on Earth Star, and maybe it also represented a way out.
"Little Master Uncle, what is chanical martial arts?"
Suddenly, Chen Feng thought of a doubt.
He had never heard of this system before.
"chanical martial, that is another path of martial arts, or rather, it is no longer martial arts."
Shaking his head, Li Chen Ye’s expression was restrained, returning to his usual deanor.
"The principle is sowhat similar to that of transford people, involving the implanting of special modules into the body, containing many martial arts principles."
"However, chanical warriors are mostly still flesh and blood, primarily relying on special modules combined with spiritual power to control external weapons, using chanical energy to replace power, using electromagnetic fields to evolve true intent, thereby achieving extrely strong destructive power..."
With a few simple words of explanation, Chen Feng thought of the scene where he had killed Gao Tianheng.
Blocked by the transford people from Utopia, then a dark gold flying shuttle descended from the sky to relieve him, and he barely escaped.
Maybe, that was chanical martial arts?
"Doesn’t that an many people will end up taking the path of chanical martial arts?" asked Chen Feng, curious, while Wu Shuang handed him a coat found in the car.
"Not necessarily, chanical martial arts also have their shortcomings."
Li Chen Ye shook his head.
"Because the body is implanted with special modules, part of the flesh is replaced with chanics, the hard-earned martial arts are cast aside and difficult to apply again... Not every martial artist can endure this feeling."
"Moreover, chanical warriors are heavily dependent on external forces, needing to inject a large amount of enhancing potions to strengthen their physique and spirit, their strength closely linked to the quality of external weapons, chanical energy, and electromagnetic fields."
"To enhance their strength, one must expend a lot of resources and money, and as one progresses, the cost increases..."
Chen Feng understood the implication.
chanical warriors mainly rely on spending money; the higher the quality of the equipnt, the stronger the strength.
Although it sounds like martial arts, it has actually beco a route aligned with transford people, focusing on chanical technology.
He then stopped asking.
After a brief exchange, a vehicle from the mountain gate arrived.
Li Tong, dressed in a red-patterned white robe, stepped out of the car looking rosy-cheeked and healthy, showing no signs of weakness.
As for those following him, several true inheritors arrived, including Zhao Ting Xiao, who was still in the dark about certain events.
"He’s dead?"
Li Tong glanced at the scene.
The corpse of Blood Poison Hand lay on the ground, the surroundings ravaged, trees shattered, and soil churned as if bombarded by artillery.
His gaze inquiring, he looked to Li Chen Ye.
"It was killed by my nephew Chen."
Li Chen Ye stated calmly, causing surprise among the crowd.
Li Tong was taken aback, and the true inheritors were even more bewildered.
After all, facing Blood Poison Hand, unless they joined forces, it would indeed be difficult to kill him.
For a mont, many eyes turned towards Chen Feng.
Seeing only a small trace of broken skin on his chest, which had already scabbed over.
The crowd was filled with complex emotions, and sighs of admiration followed.
Already so strong at the First Level of Entry, what will happen if he makes further breakthroughs...
They dared not imagine.
"Truly worthy of being my excellent disciple, indeed having the bearing of a grandmaster."
Li Tong ca forward with a chuckle, patting Chen Feng’s shoulder, his pride and anticipation apparent.
As for Zhao Ting Xiao, standing behind in a red-patterned cloud robe.
He had finally learned the truth of the matter, coming back to his senses.
But just as he digested everything, his face was covered in discomfort.
"You were right this morning..."
"Our gap has indeed widened."
Chen Feng passed by him, intentionally whispering.
Visibly, Zhao Ting Xiao’s body trembled, his fists clenched in distress.
...
"Feng Li is dead."
In the living room of a villa, the mont Blood Poison Hand died.
A black snake wooden sculpture placed on a wooden table cracked and shattered.
A woman in a red leather jacket with curly wavy hair looked displeased, and a man wrapped in a black robe beside her was also sowhat silent.
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