Journey Through the Heavens: Starting with Chinese Martial Arts!

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The following day at noon, the ship docked at a Philippine port, and a man and a woman disembarked with the tourists, blending into the crowd.

The man had a handsome face, a physique that was not muscular but rather lean and strong, and a gait that was both powerful and vigorous.

The woman beside her was pretty with sharp features, giving off a spirited vibe. She wore a well-fitting bright red dress and high-top canvas shoes.

That's right, these two are Chen Jueshang and Chen Yuanhuang.

"Where to now?" Chen Jueshang asked Chen Yuanhuang. The other party had a powerful background and was a member of the military, so he should be quite familiar with the geographical routes of his neighbor, China.

"Let's leave the port first. The Seekers' Conference is being held in Manila, the capital of the Philippines," Chen Yuanhuang said, leading Chen Jueshang through security and out of the port.

Along the main road outside the port, there were many yellow and white taxis parked. The Filipinos on the roadside were different from the Chinese; most of them had light to dark brown skin and were not tall.

Of course, there were some Chinese tourists among these people, but they had nothing to do with the two of them because they got into a taxi and left.

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Chinatown, Manila.

The local Chinese suddenly noticed that Chinatown was unusually lively today, with many unfamiliar faces appearing, some fierce-looking and others calm. With their keen eyesight, they immediately determined that these suddenly appearing unfamiliar Chinese faces were not to be trifled with.

However, martial arts are not only practiced by Chinese people, but also by foreigners, and a small number of Western faces have appeared in Chinatown.

They had all heard that the world's only master of Divine Strength, the Seeker of the Dao, was about to break through to Divine Strength and wanted to explore the mysteries beyond Divine Strength. Therefore, they held the World Martial Arts Tournament, inviting countless masters from all over the world to attend. That is why they traveled thousands of miles across the ocean to attend the event.

Martial arts masters who have settled in the Philippines also gathered here.

When Chen Jueshang and Chen Yuanhuang arrived, Chinatown was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, a bustling scene resembling a vegetable market.

Upon seeing this, Chen Yuanhuang frowned slightly.

As if sensing her thoughts, Chen Jueshang spoke up, his voice calm: "You go ahead, I'll follow you."

There was no way around it; with such a dense population and Chen Yuanhuang being so strikingly attractive, she was very likely to be taken advantage of in the crowd.

But none of that matters. What matters is that if anyone dares to provoke her, she will kill them.

Chen Yuanhuang nodded and stepped forward.

Chen Jueshang followed closely behind, his gaze calmly sweeping over the surroundings. He saw many experts, and although he couldn't tell what level they were at, he could get a general idea from their demeanor and subtle movements.

Although Chen Yuanhuang's appearance attracted many subtle glances along the way, no one dared to provoke him, allowing Chen Jueshang to enjoy some peace and quiet.

Soon the two entered a square the size of a football field, surrounded by rows of stone benches, with a fighting ring in the center of the square.

Seeing that there were quite a few people sitting on the stone chairs, Chen Jueshang followed Chen Yuanhuang to find a seat and sat down, looking towards the area that resembled a stage.

The seeker sat there cross-legged, his hair white, still dressed in the same plain white clothes, his eyes closed, his expression peaceful, like an old monk meditating, yet he felt that his life was about to come to an end at any moment, which felt very strange.

"He is in a state of fetal breathing." Chen Yuanhuang suddenly spoke, her words drawing surprised glances from the surrounding experts, including Chen Jueshang.

This kind of fetal breathing is not the same as that kind of fetal breathing.

There is no life energy in this world, and material energy cannot be converted into life energy, but there is a peculiar factor in the universe.

The fetal breathing state is for absorbing this unique factor. Long-term absorption can even improve one's vitality and spirit, making one energetic and refreshed.

Chen Jueshang has been practicing boxing for a long time and is no longer a novice. He knows some secrets of the Chinese martial arts world, but most of them he heard from Chen Yuanhuang and a small part he read from books.

Among the many books he read, there were descriptions of fetal breathing, praising this peculiar factor as an elixir of immortality, longevity energy, spiritual energy, and so on. He also understood that seekers of the Dao were conserving their physical strength by using fetal breathing to store this peculiar factor.

Chen Yuanhuang glanced at the crowd, then remained silent. He crossed his arms, his gaze fixed intently on the seeker on the platform in the square, and asked softly, "Is he really capable?"

After a long while, the seating area gradually filled with people. There was no noise, and it was very quiet. The huge square was just waiting for the person on the stage to wake up.

"The crowd is almost here, it's time for me to go on stage." The seeker awoke from his state of fetal breathing, gently opened his eyes, and saw that the seating area was now full of people. He then got up, stretched, and walked step by step toward the arena.

Her pure white clothes fluttered without wind, her short white hair swayed, and she looked like a banished immortal, with an otherworldly air.

He stood on the arena, his eyes sweeping across the crowd, his voice calm: "Bring out your Dan Jin and Gang Jin, I need a powerful external force to compress this breakthrough."

He needs to fight against a group of powerful figures, relying on the threats and pressure from these masters to complete this ultimate leap, break through the barriers of divine strength, and achieve lasting fame.

"Swish swish swish..." As the seeker's voice fell, more than a dozen experts stood up one after another, and Chen Yuanhuang was among them.

Chen Jueshang also wanted to participate, so he asked, "Can someone at the Transformation Realm level participate? I want to experience the power of Divine Force."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire place fell silent. All the dozen or so experts turned to look at him, as did the seekers of the Dao.

Chen Yuanhuang lowered her phoenix eyes to look at Chen Jueshang, wanting to speak, but ultimately gave up. She couldn't persuade him, and he wouldn't listen to her.

I'm too lazy to try and persuade them!

The seeker glanced at Chen Jueshang, finding him somewhat familiar, and then noticed Chen Yuanhuang beside him. He suddenly realized, especially looking at Chen's youthful appearance, and exclaimed in surprise, "At such a young age, he's already at the Transformation Realm? Is this little guy's talent really that high?"

He was about to refuse, but hesitated and glanced at Chen Yuanhuang next to Chen Jueshang. Seeing that she did not stop him, he assumed it was tacit consent, so he thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

All eyes were on Chen Jueshang. Looking at his youthful appearance, many were surprised: "A Transformation Realm expert at such a young age!?"

Soon, more than a dozen experts, including Chen Jueshang and Chen Yuanhuang, took the stage. The seeker stood in the middle of the crowd, his expression extremely solemn.

Although Divine Strength is stronger than Dan Strength and Gang Strength, it is not much stronger and is far from a qualitative change. Facing these Dan Strength and Gang Strength masters who are considered top experts in their respective countries, he was extremely serious.

None of them carried any weapons; they were all unarmed.

"Let's begin," the seeker said.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone moved at once, some with fists, some with palms, some with legs, some with feet, and they arrived one after another.

Faced with the fierce onslaught of the crowd, the seeker felt as if he had been electrocuted, his hair standing on end, and he too set off.

"Bang bang bang..." He was like a precision machine, dismantling the incoming fists, palms, legs and feet, and then counterattacking.

"Bang bang bang..."