Translated by: Novellise
Below Mount Emei,
A group of people walked steadily towards the mountaintop.
Every member of the Red Lotus Sect moved to the side to make way for them.
When Wu Hongsheng and the others saw these people, their faces turned extremely grim.
For they were the most powerful force within the royal court.
The Dragon Team!
And leading them was none other than Ye Tianxiong, who had been missing for half a year!
However, compared to before, Ye Tianxiong was like a completely different person.
Expressionless, he exuded an icy and indifferent aura, as if he regarded all beings as insignificant ants.
But his power had multiplied many times over!
"So you've finally come," Wu Hongsheng shouted angrily. "As warriors, have you willingly become the court's servants? Has your conscience been eaten away?"
"Teacher, you are already old, you should not be involved in this matter," Ye Tianxiong replied coldly, like a fighting machine devoid of any emotions.
"If you still consider me your teacher, then..." Wu Hongsheng was about to say something when he suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on Ye Tianxiong.
"No, you are not Ye Tianxiong!"
"My foolish student is already dead. What you are now is just a cold walking corpse!"
"Impressive, Dr Chen, truly ruthless!" Wu Hongsheng chuckled sadly, feeling a kind of unprecedented grief rising within him.
Back then, as the chief martial arts coach of the royal family, he had once mentored the Dragon Team for a while.
Back then, Ye Tianxiong was just a naive young man obsessed with martial arts.
Who would have thought that over the years, he would turn into this almost inhuman and ghostly figure?
Other grandmasters also wore solemn expressions.
Even Ye Tianxiong, in the realm of martial arts, couldn't escape being transformed into a genetic warrior.
Then what was the point of all his years of dedication and effort?
"Amitabha."
"Guest Ye, let this old monk test you."
The sweeping monk chanted a Buddhist mantra and stepped forward, initiating a battle at the pinnacle of martial arts.
More grandmasters joined the battle, and the situation became increasingly fierce.
***
In a secluded chamber,
Lu Yuan was still using the effects of his talent to integrate various martial arts.
One hour!
Ten hours!
Two days...
After three days, Lu Yuan had finally fused thousands of martial arts into one.
The internal energy in his body was as vast and deep as a river, almost bursting out of his body.
Not only that, his soul had also solidified considerably, with a soul power ten times that of a Grandmaster.
"Today, I will enter the realm of martial arts mastery!"
Lu Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and let out a long howl into the sky.
His momentum soared into the sky.
Finally breaking through a certain restriction, he took the final step!
As he exhaled, the coalesced air took the shape of a long sword!
As he stepped into the void, his breath turned into a sword.
This was the unmistakable sign that he had reached the pinnacle of martial arts!
As Lu Yuan stood up, his eyes were as pure as the pupils of a newborn baby.
Although he appeared unchanged from before, his spirit and energy had been condensed, his essence concentrated.
With a single blow, he could penetrate heavily armoured vehicles.
His flesh and bones were as tough as diamonds, resistant to laser weapons.
Even his spiritual awareness had become unprecedentedly powerful, sensing impending danger and evading it in advance.
How much stronger was he now compared to Ye Tianxiong?
Ye Tianxiong was merely a genetically engineered killing machine.
But true martial arts mastery had reached its zenith.
Every gesture and movement manifested martial principles that harmonised with the laws of nature.
However perfect a machine might be, how could it compete with the power of heaven and earth?
It could be said that in the current world, Lu Yuan had become a terrifying figure standing alone.
Even modern armies could no longer threaten him.
Unless the court was willing to use large-scale nuclear or space-based weapons at any cost, there was a possibility of harming him.
But unless they could strike him down in one fell swoop, all court officials and members of the royal family would live in constant fear.
A martial artist's revenge was even more terrifying than nuclear weapons!
As long as Lu Yuan didn't leave the city, would anyone dare to defy fate and use nuclear weapons at any cost?
"The feud between the martial world and the Red Lotus Sect should also come to an end," Lu Yuan remarked, looking through hundreds of metres of earth to witness the events unfolding at the top of Mount Emei.
The next moment, he stepped out of the chamber!
At the same time, the situation at the top of Mount Emei was dire.
Especially after three days of bloody battles, the casualties had increased.
Eighty percent of the internal energy martial artists had been killed by laser weapons. Even three grandmasters were seriously injured and finally died in defeat.
Worse still, most of the martial arts techniques had lost their effectiveness against the technology.
The proud defences of the Golden Bell were as fragile as paper in the face of laser rifles.
The once mighty Eight Extremes Fist, so destructive and invincible, could now not even harm opponents clad in impenetrable armour, making it a futile effort.
The esoteric footwork of various sects was easily targeted and neutralised by laser targeting and automated functions, leaving nothing behind.
These technological weapons were a major blow to the martial arts.
Many warriors had their faith shattered and were faced with absolute despair.
Even many grandmasters had their faith shaken, almost falling victim to a one-sided slaughter.
"What age are we living in? Do we still use fists against laser rifles?"
"You stubborn and ignorant warriors are like a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating your own abilities."
The members of the Red Lotus Sect sneered.
"What about your so-called once-in-a-century martial prodigy? Maybe he's hiding, right?"
"What young grandmaster? He's probably just a turtle hiding behind women!"
Some tried to provoke and undermine the morale of the crowd with their words.
"So much nonsense!"
Tao Yaoyao's phoenix eyes flashed with killing intent as the sword intent in her Tai Chi sword surged.
A fierce sword qi shot out, slicing the speaker in half.
But in her haste, she found herself surrounded.
Laser rifles were charged, dozens of red points aimed at various parts of her body.
Even if she pushed her Tai Chi sword intent to the limit, she could still be shot at any moment!
On the other side, facing the fully equipped, battle-armoured Ye Tianxiong, the sweeping monk was left bloodied and staggering, retreating dozens of metres and collapsing several mountain peaks before coming to a halt.
"The extinction of martial arts is the trend of the times, and no one can oppose it."
"Today, martial arts will be completely consigned to history!"
Ye Tianxiong stood motionless in the air, emotionlessly pronouncing the death sentence on everyone.
"Even the sweeping monk is defeated?"
Seeing this, the morale of the other warriors plummeted, a cold feeling settling in their hearts.
The Sweeping Monk was a legendary figure in the martial arts world and the spiritual pillar in the hearts of all the warriors present.
If even he could be defeated, who else could face Ye Tianxiong and his group?
"By passing on the torch, martial arts will endure forever!"
"As long as there is a single warrior, martial arts will never perish!"
Just as everyone was on the verge of despair, a voice suddenly rang in their ears.
They turned in the direction of the sound and were instantly filled with ecstatic joy.
(End of this chapter).