Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 73: Reactions

The next day, just as Guangpu City and even the entire Martial Arts Realm of the Southern Boxing Three Capitals were abuzz with discussions about the continuous arrival of top foreign Martial Artists, a piece of news suddenly spread like wildfire.

Du Bian Shengtian—a master of the top-tier Killing Life Iaido Style, a Martial Artist who had traveled across the ocean from Tianhe Country and was widely recognized as one of the top ten of its younger generation—had been killed, a single blade piercing his heart, inside the Sanhe Group Building.

Just that very night, during the dueling matches, he had used a cruel and despicable method to kill a Martial Artist from the Donghua Xuantie Sect.

As the rumors spread, the Seven Spirits Sect, the organization behind the Ji Po Jue Arena, quickly released a statement.

In martial duels, life and death are destined. For the sake of exchange and advancement in the Martial Dao, the Ji Po Jue Arena does not refuse the participation of foreign masters. However, if any harbor malicious intent and use despicable methods, the Seven Spirits Sect will ensure their death.

Although this statement didn't name anyone, any discerning person could see at a glance that Du Bian Shengtian's death was inextricably linked to the Seven Spirits Sect.

According to some sources, it was the First Disciple of the Seven Spirits Sect, Ji Yunzhou, who had personally acted that night, infiltrating the Sanhe Building and killing Du Bian Shengtian with lightning speed.

This rumor was widely accepted by those in the Martial Arts Realm. After all, Tianhe Country had a strong martial tradition, and its Martial Arts Realm was by no means weak. For Du Bian Shengtian to be recognized as one of the top ten masters of his generation, his strength must have been terrifying. How could an ordinary person have infiltrated his location and killed him so silently?

Ji Yunzhou remained silent about these speculations, offering no response, which was essentially an admission.

This left the members of the Guangpu City Martial Arts Realm feeling incredibly invigorated. A foreign powerhouse had just killed a defenseless domestic Martial Artist in the arena that evening, only to end up a corpse on the spot later that same night. It was truly gratifying and cause for celebration.

As for the foreign Martial Artists who had flooded into the Southern Boxing Three Capitals for the fighting tournament, this shocking incident made them shed their contempt for the Donghua Martial Arts Realm. Any malicious intentions they might have harbored were reined in significantly.

Since ancient times, only fists and Power could command fear and respect. This was an immutable Truth.

Only when confronted with a bloody reality would certain people sober up and realize their place.

Because of this incident, Ji Yunzhou's fame skyrocketed in an instant, and the popularity of the Ji Po Jue Arena soared along with it.

However, although Du Bian Shengtian's death had deterred some of those with ulterior motives, many foreign Martial Artists continued to pour into the Southern Boxing Three Capitals.

Just as Du Bian Shengtian had said, this fighting tournament was a massive opportunity.

Fame, profit, the Martial Dao, transcendence...

What Martial Artist could resist the immense temptation within it all?

「In the suburbs of Guangpu City.」

A large, high-walled compound stood under heavy guard.

The spacious courtyard within was empty, save for a plainly dressed middle-aged man and an old Daoist with white hair and a white Daoist Robe, who sat opposite each other at a stone Go board, engrossed in a game.

Despite the courtyard's emptiness, the area outside was like a fortress of bronze and iron—impenetrable, with not even a bird able to pass through.

The middle-aged man's back was ramrod straight. Even while seated, he resembled a drawn Sharp Sword, his powerful aura seeming as if it could pierce the heavens.

His features were stern and righteous. Holding the black stones, his style of play mirrored his personality: strategic and dominating, with an exposed blade's edge, always striving to take the lead and press forward courageously.

On the other side, the white-robed old Daoist, with his white hair and beard but a youthful complexion, always wore a faint smile. He held the white stones, and his style of play was elegant and unpredictable, like the Celestial Secret of fate itself—difficult to grasp. He often made unconventional moves that seemed foolish but actually concealed profound strategies.

"This Southern fighting tournament... you've made it so massive that the entire East Luoni region, and even the Silan Region, have been drawn in. Aren't you afraid something will go wrong?"

The old Daoist asked with a smile as he placed a stone on the board.

"For the great Daoist Bailong, who is said to be able to 'steal the Celestial Secret' and know all things, to be asking such a question?"

the middle-aged man said, his expression calm. He placed his stone, and it landed with the weight of Mount Tai, creating the phantom sensation of clashing iron and armored cavalry, as if one were on a real battlefield.

"Hehe, that young fellow from the Seven Spirits Sect was a bit blatant this time, wasn't he? The other party had an official status, after all. The people from the Tianhe Consulate must have been making quite a fuss in the last half a day, no?"

the old Daoist said with a grin. With a casual placement of a single stone, he dissipated the overwhelming momentum on the board.

"Of course. But that is merely the wailing of the defeated. To my ears, it's as sweet as music. Back then, the enemy was strong and we were weak. We had no voice, only the ability to make useless protests. Now, they are in the same position."

"He who kills will be killed. What that boy from the Seven Spirits Sect did was very much to my liking. They come to 'seize fortune,' but little do they know, they themselves are a part of that 'fortune.' Their arrival will only make the martial fortune of Donghua Country even greater. They want to seize the 'fortune' of the Donghua Martial Arts Realm, but am I not also using the 'fortune' on them as fuel for the fire of my Donghua Country's Martial Dao?"

"Consider these excellent whetstones my gift to the younger generation. In fact, it's not just the Southern Martial Arts Realm. The Northern Martial Arts Realm is likely facing a similar situation. That person's thoughts are probably the same as mine."

"But let's not talk about that. I wanted to ask, is the matter on Haisa Island dealt with? I'm surprised you're back."

the middle-aged man asked, his expression serious.

"It should be fine for now. It's not convenient to go into detail. Once this game is over, I have to set off again. My destination this time is Beiwei. Those fellows from Beisha Country and the Starry Sky Country are also quite a handful. I hope you in the Southern and Northern Martial Arts Realms can produce some results soon. Stop making us old folks run around all the time."

Daoist Bailong said with a smile.

"Don't worry. We won't keep you waiting for long."

the middle-aged man said, his expression calm.

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「Elsewhere, inside Lu Ming's villa.」

The moment he received the news, Lu Ming relayed it to Zhou Yuanjue.

"Ji Yunzhou, First Disciple of the Seven Spirits Sect... he's one of the eight defending champions for this fighting tournament?"

Hearing Lu Ming's description, Zhou Yuanjue's interest in the man was instantly piqued.

On the other hand, the influx of top-tier foreign Martial Artists participating in the tournament also made him look forward to the upcoming matches even more.

Unfortunately, his arm was still injured. It would be difficult to recover in less than ten days or so.

For him, this was torture.

'Ten days...' 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Zhou Yuanjue sat cross-legged in the center of the villa's training room. Perhaps he had a way to shorten the recovery time.

He could use what he had gained from the fight with He Runlin.

His will quickly fell silent. His focus sharpened to a fine point, and in this state of extreme concentration, his Spirit compressed into a single, perfectly round and flawless sphere. Within this rolling orb of Spirit, a faint glint of gold seemed to flicker.