Gao Wu: You have science, and I have magic!

Chapter 332: Recognizing one’s ancestors
"What's wrong? Lancius."

Hutt looked puzzled, thinking that Lanxius was not in good condition: "You look very bad, did you not rest well on the way? Or did something go wrong in your training?"

Lancius reached out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Didn't you see it?"

"See what?"

"There are three people standing at ten o'clock to the left of where I was standing just now."

"Is this some new kind of supernatural joke?"

"I was serious."

Seeing that Lanster was not joking, Hurt put away his sunny boy-like hearty smile and shook his head seriously: "You are too nervous, Lancius, there was no one there just now."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Lanxius did not say anything else. He just took a step forward with a gloomy face and caught up with the main force.

The mocking voice of the Izumo people could be heard faintly in the crowd: "The competition is about to start, why are you pretending to be injured or sick? Are you thinking that if you lose the fight, you can find an excuse to save face afterwards?"

"You were pretending to be so strong just now, but now, haha..."

"..."

Lanxius's aura became even colder, but he did not refute.

Instead, he glanced at the people who had spoken, and finally fixed his gaze on the leader of the Shindang-ryu sect, Tsukahara Tadanobu.

It was definitely not an illusion. He had only felt that familiar feeling of oppression from the leader of the Paladin Order. In other words, the young man who had looked into his eyes a few seconds ago was a genuine martial saint!

And he's a sword master!
That kind of sword intent that everything is empty and returns to nothingness has never been seen or heard of before!

I didn’t expect that the Shindang Ryu actually had such a master!

Lanxius tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword again, and secretly became alert in his heart: "As expected, the land of Izumo still has a certain background. I shouldn't underestimate this country that is full of barbarism and viciousness in its nature. It actually hides such a powerful trump card."

If he had not recently awakened the bloodline of his ancestor, the Hundred-Eyed Giant, and his eyes had not possessed the ability to "see through illusions and illuminate the truth", he would probably have turned a blind eye to the existence of the three people like Hurt and the others.

Because of some misunderstandings, Lanxius' mind had begun to frantically imagine things. Even when his eyes swept over Tsukahara Tadanobu's back, looking at the other person's smiling profile as he talked to someone, the more he looked, the more he felt that there seemed to be a hint of hidden sinisterness under that generous smile, like a hypocritical old fox.

If Tsukahara Tadanobu knew what Lancius was thinking, he would probably faint in the toilet crying.

Ever since his most promising son, Tsukahara Iwao, died inexplicably in the Kunlun Cave Heaven in Dongji Country, the Tsukahara family, which inherited the legacy of the Sword Saint, has begun to decline. In order to protect the remaining family interests, he had to go around smiling and building relationships with people. How did this count as being shrewd?
It's obvious that I don't have the ability to fight and kill, so I try my best to talk about the ways of the world, okay!

…………

The super-large venue, which could accommodate 100,000 people, was soon packed with contestants and spectators from all over the world, all looking forward to the upcoming competition.

Among them, the players from Europa, Xiji Country and Izumo, who were the first to enter the field, were already sitting in the player seats, waiting leisurely for the upcoming battle.

Especially the top ten martial artists in the world, who hold the title of "Half Saint". Their strength far exceeds that of ordinary Silver Grandmasters. They are the closest humans in the world to Martial Saints and have already stood at the pinnacle of the Blue Star martial arts world.

Just one more step and you will truly ascend to the sky and become a saint.

Lanxius placed his hand on the sword and began to adjust his breathing, bringing his body and mind into the best state.

"Relax, Lancius, you're too nervous."

Hurt has the unique sense of relaxation that is unique to Western Europeans. Of course, this is also due to his confidence in his own strength. He has found his own path in martial arts.

With the support of the Mountain of Gods behind him, it is only a matter of time before he becomes a Martial Saint.

In Hurt's eyes, the World Martial Arts Competition is a place for you to verify your own path and will with other martial arts geniuses. Winning or losing is not important. What is important is what kind of understanding you get from it.

"I don't know how much Ling Canghe has improved in this year. I lost a move last time, but I won't lose again this time."

Seeing Hurt's confident look, Lanxius couldn't help but complain: "Did you lose a move? Ling Canghe only made the first move, and you didn't catch it."

"I was careless for a moment!"

Hutt was very unconvinced.

Of course, he was just being tough in words, after all, his opponent was Ling Canghe, the strongest master who had been ranked first among the top 500 masters in the world for ten consecutive years.

This martial artist who came from the Divine Strategy Army of the Dongji Country has topped the list for ten consecutive terms. Even in the past two years, there have been rumors that as long as Ling Canghe is willing, he can be promoted to the realm of Martial Saint at any time and become an extraordinary saint.

Just as the two were chatting, thunderous cheers began to emanate from the entire stadium.

The saints began to take their seats in the seats for special guests.

The first to appear were naturally the Three Saints of Izumo. As the hosts, they naturally sat in the middle. The next to appear was the distinguished guest from the Western Kingdom, Michael the Sacred Eagle.

And Lee Jae-soon, the archer master of Baekje, who follows Michael like a follower.

Michael is two meters tall and has a tall figure. He wears a blue star-striped jacket with a long red cape fluttering in the wind behind him. He walks with confidence and dignity.

That golden hair and angular handsome face are perfect no matter from which angle you look at them.

There is no doubt that Michael himself is the strongest masterpiece of the Western Country's bloodline transformation technology. The team behind him even tailored several box office hit movies for him, making him extremely popular and well-known throughout the Western world and even in the Eastern countries.

The vast amount of mental power transformed into a soaring bald eagle behind him. With its wings spread, it could span thousands of miles and cover the four seas.

Even the thin and ugly old man behind Michael, Lee Jae-soon, the archery master of Baekje, was equally eye-catching.

His arms were longer than his knees and his fingers were long. Although he achieved the status of Martial Saint through blood modification technology and the stolen half of "The Book of Arrows", among the Martial Saints of Blue Star, he was seriously unbalanced in one subject and was at the bottom in terms of strength.

But the Martial Saint is still the Martial Saint after all. He is above the mundane world and is still an important figure in the martial arts world. No one can ignore his existence.

After the five saints took their seats, the audience noticed that there was another person in the special guest seat, and his face was incredibly young.

"Huh? Why is there another person in the guest seats?"

"He is... Ye Qingzhou?"

"It's really him!"

"Didn't he say that he was seriously injured, his mind was shattered, and his realm had fallen?"

"My cultivation is gone, but my vision is still there. It should be okay for me to be a guest, right?"

Many people couldn't help but talk about it.

In the Europa team's seat, Lanxius once again stiffened and sweat poured out. When he looked at Ye Qingzhou, a storm surged in his heart: "He is Ye Qingzhou?"

"Yes, haven't you seen his photo?" Hutt was puzzled: "Is there any problem? You seem very nervous..."

Sweat dripped from Lanxius' forehead. His heart ached and it felt as if two mountains were pressing on his shoulders. He even had difficulty breathing.

"Lanceus, what did you see?"

"I... only saw nothingness..."

Lancius answered Hurt's question with difficulty. He finally managed to take his eyes off Ye Qingzhou and began to breathe heavily.

The raging waves in my heart could not calm down for a long time.

"That black hole-like attraction is so terrifying. I feel as if my soul has been forcibly extracted by the 'nothingness' in him."

"Is it that exaggerated? I was thinking about challenging him to improve my record."

Hutt didn't quite believe Lanxius' description.

After all, in the Blue Star martial arts world, once the mental image is broken, it means that a person's will has collapsed, and he can no longer keep his original heart, and he begins to waver and doubt his own path.

Such a person is unable to concentrate his mind again and enter the realm of transcendence.

This is common sense.

That's why Hutt wanted to take advantage of the situation. After all, Ye Qingzhou was once a martial saint. Now his cultivation and realm have declined. He could go up and fight with him. It doesn't matter if he loses. A draw is a win.

If you are lucky enough to win one move or two, you will win the jackpot!
"Don't commit suicide!"

Having known each other for many years, Lanxius did not want to see Hurt die tragically in front of him, so he quickly persuaded: "Ye Qingzhou's broken heart image may be a deliberate false news. The aura on him is very terrifying. I have only felt that kind of crisis sense when I faced Lord Aola directly."

"Mr. Aura!?"

Hutt had naturally heard of the name of the leader of the Paladin Order of the Scarlet Templar.

And Lanxius actually compared Ye Qingzhou and Aura. Hutt immediately gave up the idea of ​​challenging Ye Qingzhou. After all, there was no need to risk his life for such a thing.

However, Hurt was unwilling to gamble his life, but some people wanted to stroke the tiger's whiskers.

Just after the opening ceremony in Izumo Province, which was filled with a hellish atmosphere, ended, Baekje Grandmaster Bian Sang-yoon, who was ranked 11th in the world, couldn't help but jump out.

"Sword Saint Ye, I've heard that you have extraordinary swordsmanship. Could you give me some pointers?"

Bian Xiangyin had a slender figure and a feminine look, but his eyes were like those of a venomous snake. Anyone who was stared at by him would feel extremely uncomfortable. Those who did not have sufficient cultivation would even have their muscles paralyzed and their bodies stiffened, allowing them to be slaughtered at will.

Obviously, this is a special eye technique.

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingzhou first glanced at Li Zaichun, the archery master of Baekje, who was sitting on the other side of the guest seats. Seeing that the latter remained calm and silent, it was obvious that he acquiesced to the matter.

With just one glance, Ye Qingzhou understood that the other party had deliberately found someone to test him.

Ye Qingzhou turned around and looked at the slightly sissy Bian Xiangyin, and asked him with a smile: "Are you sure you want to challenge me?"

"Please help me, Master Ye. I will die for the sake of martial arts without regrets."

"Ok."

Since the other party said so, Ye Qingzhou naturally would not refuse.

hum~
huh~
Ye Qingzhou had just nodded when Bian Xiangyin immediately took action, with a hint of a sneak attack. It was obvious that in order to win, he had no intention of abiding by any martial ethics.

Every move he makes is a fatal blow.

Pull the bow and draw the string, the arrow flies out like a dragon.

Flying bow and sharpshooting!

In ancient times, the Dongyi tribe shocked China with their flying bow skills. The God of War Houyi used this unique skill to shoot down the nine golden crow sons of the Feather Tribe's Emperor of Heaven, triggering a war.

The people of Baekje like to randomly claim their ancestors. Fifty years ago, the Dongji Kingdom unearthed a batch of Dongyi cultural relics in Penglai Cave Heaven, among which was a stone slab that recorded the flying bow and arrow skills, which was unexpectedly confirmed to be a fragment of the "Dongyi Arrow Classic".

Later, this cultural relic was stolen by Baekje. They regarded themselves as descendants of the Dongyi and regarded the stone slab as a national treasure. Li Zaichun was also a genius. He combined the fragments of "Dongyi Arrow Classic" with the archery school of Baekje and cultivated the unique skill of flying bow shooting.

Bian Xiangyin is Li Zaichun's favorite student. He was sent here to test Ye Qingzhou, which shows that he has invested a lot of money.

But Ye Qingzhou had expected this, and was not surprised by Bian Xiangyin's sudden attack: "It seems that you really don't intend to observe martial ethics... Well, then I don't have to observe martial ethics."

shuh~
The arrow tore Ye Qingzhou's figure into pieces, but it was just an afterimage. The real Ye Qingzhou had already flashed behind Bian Xiangyin at some point.

"Your arrow is too slow."

"No, I admit..."

Before he could even utter the word "lose", Bian Xiangyin exploded into pieces of flesh and blood.

Ye Qingzhou's sword had no moves or styles, no form or substance, but it directly destroyed Bian Xiangyin's "life force", causing his genetic chain to break directly and finally his flesh and blood to disintegrate.

"you!"

Li Zaichun looked at his beloved disciple's tragic death, and his body was not intact. His eyes widened and he glared at Ye Qingzhou: "You are so young, why are you so vicious?"

The Three Saints of Chuyun also took the opportunity to scold: "Ye Qingzhou, it's just a competition, is it necessary to be so extreme? Martial ethics, martial ethics, you have martial arts but no ethics, there is no place for you in the Blue Star martial arts world!"

The three Izumo Martial Saints looked righteous on their faces, but in fact they were extremely happy in their hearts.

It’s a good thing that the martial arts genius of Baekje died. It would be even better if we could take this opportunity to keep Ye Qingzhou, the youngest martial saint of Dongji Kingdom, in Izumo!
"Stop talking nonsense. I will kill you all and then cultivate my character. There are great scholars in the world who will debate with me. Before we discuss morality, let's have a duel of martial arts first."

Ye Qingzhou stood proudly, pointing his sword at the other five martial saints in the guest seats, and was ready for a fierce battle.

"Stubborn!"

"Today I will make you understand that even if you become a Martial Saint, you must abide by the rules of the Blue Star Martial Arts World!"

The Three Saints of Izumo shouted in unison, and three forces of mental imagery enveloped an area of ​​a hundred miles in radius.

Evil energy is yin, strong energy is yang, and the two energies of yin and yang converge to form a world of their own. In the place shrouded by the mind, the Martial Saint is the absolute master!
"Is this the mind image realm of the Golden Martial Saint?"

Lanxius and Hutt trembled in fear before this enormous force. For the first time, they understood that they, the so-called Half-Step Martial Saints, were nothing but a joke in front of a true Martial Saint.

Without mental imagery, they would be nothing more than stronger ants facing the Martial Saint.

(End of this chapter)