We made you practice martial arts, and you've mastered the Great Golden Body?

Chapter 71 The Road to Legend
The moment Shen Bailian stepped onto the stage, the audience stood up and cheered wildly, applauding and encouraging this highly anticipated contestant.

The cheers throughout the Xuan Niao Stadium surged like a tidal wave, pushing the enthusiastic atmosphere to a new climax.

The elimination of 128 into 64, a three-second annihilation, marked the beginning of a legend.

The battle was swift and decisive, with the score reduced from 64 to 32, ending in just three seconds.

In the round of 32 to 16, facing martial arts apprentices with physical abilities of at least level 4.3, he continued his previous fighting style: berserk and explosive. In less than ten seconds, he ended the battle with only minor injuries.

Three consecutive strong counterattacks completely propelled Shen Bailian's reputation to its peak.

In a short time, his number of fans on Starlink surged from hundreds to tens of thousands, and it continues to grow as the video spreads.

Although it seemed unlikely, the audience still harbored a faint expectation that this quarterfinal round of 16 would see another strong comeback.

"Damn it, what bad luck, I actually got matched with him."

Looking at the boy opposite him who was the center of attention, Wang Qinghao from Bozhou No. 4 Middle School suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and felt immense pressure.

This pressure doesn't come from the cheers of the audience. Those who have made it this far are all people with strong wills, and the cheers from the outside world have little impact on them.

His pressure came from Shen Bailian's incredibly strong defense. After three battles, Shen Bailian's basic information had been revealed.

not much.

There's only one word to describe it: thick!

Its defense is too high; ordinary methods simply cannot penetrate it.
"The countdown to the match has begun."

The host stood high in the air, and his clear, melodious voice, amplified by the loudspeaker, echoed throughout the stadium. The audience, suppressing their excitement, sat down.

Provide the two martial arts apprentices with quiet preparation time for the competition.

"I don't believe he can be stronger than my physical body, which is specialized in physical combat."

Furthermore, based on Shen Bailian's previous fighting style, Shen Bailian is good at counter-attacking rather than taking the initiative to attack. Taking a gamble, if the plan goes smoothly, we might be able to drive Shen Bailian out of the arena.

Thinking this, Wang Qinghao gritted his teeth and quickly adjusted his state. His muscles began to bulge, and his whole body emitted a faint silvery-white light.

He specialized in physical martial arts, practicing Iron Shirt and Vajra Fist, while other students at most learned fist techniques, leg techniques, and body techniques.

According to his original plan, relying on the defensive power brought by Iron Shirt would give him a great advantage in the battle, and at least make it into the top eight.

But now that they've encountered Shen Bailian, the plan is very likely to fall apart.

However, the word "give up" is not in his dictionary.

"Hoo~breath~"

As the countdown began, Shen Bailian adjusted his breathing, his muscles and bones throbbed, and the muscles in his legs began to bulge and bend slightly, gathering strength.

Whoosh!
The instant the countdown reached zero, Shen Bailian accelerated to his limit, his legs leaving afterimages as he vanished from his spot, powerfully stomping onto the arena with a series of dull thuds.

The powerful sprint force propelled him forward like an arrow released from a bow, moving at incredible speed in a straight line, creating a gust of wind. In just one second, he was right next to Wang Qinghao.

"What?!!"

Wang Qinghao was extremely shocked. His mind was filled with a storm of emotions. What on earth was this startup speed?

He wasn't the only one shocked.

VIP room.

"Something's wrong, something's definitely wrong!"

"Shen Bailian's mental strength is definitely not simple. Why isn't it mentioned in the data? Old Tang, what's going on with you? You're still hiding it at this crucial moment!"

Many observers turned to look at Tang Wensu, their anger barely contained.

"Me, me, me."

Tang Wensu was completely bewildered by the boy's performance on the field. What was he supposed to say?
Does that mean he didn't know either?

Does that mean he can still be the director of the education bureau?

On the podium~
“Old Kong, this kid’s explosive speed is abnormal.” Guan Canghai looked at Kong Chaowu beside him, and after seeing the other’s expression, he frowned slightly and continued, “Don’t tell me you don’t know.”

"Nonsense! Old Kong, what if something happens to this child? You, you..."

"Canghai, don't panic." Duan Wuyai quickly pulled Guan Canghai back and said, "That child shouldn't have done anything reckless, otherwise we should have been able to sense our words."

"I will personally come to check after the match."

Kong Chaowu immediately spoke up. He knew that Canghai's tone was entirely because the other party was afraid that Great Xia would lose a top genius for no reason. However, looking at the boy's performance, he was now feeling a chill run down his spine. Why hadn't he considered the child's mental strength before?

Having high mental strength is a good thing, but for geniuses in the apprentice stage of martial arts, it is quite the opposite.

“I’ll go with you tonight,” Duan Wuyai immediately added.

boom! boom! boom!
Shen Bailian and his companion moved rapidly across the arena, and many spectators could hardly keep up with their pace.

As the two moved, their fists and feet collided constantly, like muffled thunderclaps exploding on the ring.

Wang Qinghao discovered that the injuries Shen Bailian had initially inflicted on him were worsening, with blood dripping down his face, and his Iron Shirt technique, which he had practiced for three years, was about to be torn apart.

"what!!!"

"what!!!"

Wang Qinghao's face flushed red, his roar echoed in the air above the arena, and his eyes flashed with a desperate light, like the inextinguishable flame of rebirth.

He clenched his teeth, his muscles tensed, and each breath became heavy and powerful, unleashing an astonishing strength at this critical moment of life and death.

Wang Qinghao was unwilling to accept defeat.

Three years, that's a full three years!

While others were playing, he was exercising; while others were resting, he was still exercising. He only rested for seven hours a day.

How do you train for Iron Shirt?
Simply put, only masochists would enjoy practicing this kind of technique.

The wooden stick struck his body, and if he wasn't careful, he would experience the pain of broken bones. He had already experienced this hundreds of times before he even entered high school.
Wang Qinghao wasn't a masochist; he just knew that, given his family's circumstances, this was the only way for him to get ahead.

however.

That boy was like an unyielding city wall, no matter how he attacked, he could not be knocked down, and he could not even be repelled.

finally.

With a terrifying roar, Wang Qinghao staggered backward, covered in blood, as if he had gone deaf, and the cheers all disappeared.

The field of vision had become somewhat blurry, with blurry figures appearing one after another, and the bright sunlight seemed somewhat dim.

"Xiao Hao, do you want to play? There's a new game that just came out."

"No, I still need to go home and exercise."

"How boring, I'm never calling you again."

"What is genius? Genius is 99 percent inspiration and 1 percent perspiration."

"Teacher, I disagree!"

"Oh? Why don't you agree?"

“I beat Li Shihao last week.”

"That's only temporary."

Scenes from the past flashed through his mind like a rewind lantern.

"I really..."

Wang Qinghao felt himself falling, as if he were about to plunge into an abyss. His eyes involuntarily welled up with tears, and a single crystal tear rolled down his cheek.

Ultimately, hard work can't compete with innate talent.

Shen Bailian had never practiced any defensive techniques; he could defeat him solely based on his talent.

But this is for the best. It's about settling into a peaceful life, yielding to the routine, following the teacher's advice, and cultivating the Dragon Gate Seed as soon as possible.

Suddenly, he felt his body being pulled back, and a familiar, warm voice reached his ears.

"You're really strong. You're the first person who's managed to force me to take action."

Wang Qinghao looked up and saw the boy standing in the sunlight. The sunlight shone on him, giving him a golden halo, making him look like an angel.

At this moment, his vision also became brighter.

The last chapter will be released later.

Good night and sweet dreams, everyone!
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(End of this chapter)