Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 86: Shouts

Nighttime. Shuntian City. The Mingguang Arena.

Tonight's match was the first championship challenge of the fighting tournament. Compounding this, the challenger was an expert from Tianhe Country. All these factors combined to fill the event with all sorts of hype.

Consequently, the Mingguang Arena was a spectacular sight. Arena Number Nine was completely full, with seats only available through reservation. Without a certain standing in the Martial Arts Realm or society, you couldn't even get a ticket.

However, the management of the Mingguang Arena wouldn't just stifle the enthusiasm of the many Decisive Fist fans and Martial Artists. They temporarily installed large screens at the top of every arena, canceled the final matches in all other venues, and broadcast this championship challenge throughout the entire complex.

It was said that some of the Southern Eight Sects' arenas in other city districts would also be broadcasting the match. In an instant, this battle became the new center of attention.

Would Dong Wanming of the Holy Heart Sect successfully defend his title, or would the Martial Artist from Tianhe Country take the crown? The question captivated everyone. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"The Holy Heart Sect... Listening to the name, I never would have guessed they practice Assassination Fist."

At the arena, Li Qingxuan sat beside Zhou Yuanjue and remarked with some emotion.

With Li Qingxuan and Lu Ming's connections, plus the endorsement of Zhou Yuanjue's own fame, it wasn't difficult for them to get tickets for seats at the event.

Besides the three of them, they had also managed to get tickets for Wu Tianhe and Ding Jiutong.

"By the way, you practice Assassination Fist, and the Holy Heart Sect practices Assassination Fist. They come from the same source, right?"

Lu Ming asked, looking at Zhou Yuanjue curiously.

"One kind of Assassination Fist trains the techniques of killing; master it, and you become an Assassin. The other kind of Assassination Fist requires cultivation of the heart; master it, and you become a different type of assassin. They seem the same, but they are vastly different. An Assassin eradicates their emotions and becomes a killing machine that will stop at nothing to eliminate a target. This other type of assassin, however, carries the world in their heart and is willing to kill one to save the masses."

Just then, a smiling voice spoke up from beside them. They turned to see a tall, fair-skinned man wearing a "Dragon King" mask.

He Runlin.

From this unique physique and appearance, Zhou Yuanjue recognized the man's identity in a single glance.

He Runlin casually sat down next to Zhou Yuanjue. Noticing the white bandages peeking out from his Martial Arts Uniform, he seemed a bit surprised. "What, injured again?"

"Yeah, ran into a bit of trouble. How much do you know about this Feimura Masayuki from Tianhe Country?"

Zhou Yuanjue nodded. Although they were opponents who fought to the death in the arena, sitting here as spectators and chatting casually, they seemed like old friends who had known each other for years.

The Martial Dao had long since broken down the boundaries and barriers between them.

In a sense, it was the purest form of communication.

"This Feimura Masayuki is no simple character. Du Bian Shengtian, the one killed by Ji Yunzhou, wasn't on the same level as him. From the looks of it, he ranks third among the younger generation in Tianhe Country. I actually think he could compete for the top spot, but he's only ranked third because of his commoner background, unable to compare to those Martial Artists from the Tianhe nobility."

"Although Tianhe Country is small, its population isn't, and it has a strong martial tradition. Anyone who can compete for the top spot there definitely has the strength of a successor from the Southern Eight Sects. It's really hard to predict who will win or lose this match."

He Runlin said slowly.

"We can't lose this match. So many people are watching. If we lose, and to a Martial Artist from Tianhe Country at that, how could the Donghua Martial Arts Realm ever show its face again?"

Lu Ming said with a frown.

"Who can say for sure when it comes to victory and defeat? As the saying goes, there's always someone better out there. Donghua Country isn't the only place that produces talent. The outcome of a single match doesn't prove anything. All that gossip is just exaggeration by troublemakers. What's important isn't winning or losing, but what they can gain from this contest."

Zhou Yuanjue said.

"Well said."

He Runlin nodded in agreement.

DING DING DING!!

At that moment, the bell above the arena rang out. The venue fell silent in an instant. The overhead lights bathed the entire arena in brilliant light, leaving almost no shadows.

All the camera equipment turned on simultaneously. Multiple arenas began their live broadcasts of the event. The eyes of the entire Southern Martial Arts Realm were focused on this match.

As the reigning champion, Dong Wanming, dressed in a white Martial Arts Uniform, walked out from the left-hand tunnel as was customary.

From the other side, Feimura Masayuki, clad in a dark red Tianhe Country Martial Arts Uniform with loose white martial arts pants, also walked out slowly.

The two men came to a stop in the center of the arena.

"Don't hold back! Beat him!!"

"Send him back to Tianhe Country!"

"You piece of shit! Get the hell out of Donghua Country!"

"..."

It was unclear who started it, but the once-silent arena suddenly erupted with shouts.

Most of the spectators were native Donghua Martial Artists and fans. Spurred on by the charged atmosphere, the shouts merged into one, spreading like a tidal wave throughout the venue, deafeningly loud. Even Lu Ming, sitting beside Zhou Yuanjue's group, was swept up in the emotion and couldn't help but jump to his feet and roar a few times at the top of his lungs.

The public sentiment was a raging torrent, vast as rivers and seas. This was the resentment accumulated through history. In this match, Feimura Masayuki had to fight not only his opponent but also this tidal wave of will. Without a doubt, he was at a severe disadvantage.

Standing in the center of the arena, Feimura Masayuki listened to the waves of noise from the stands, then slowly raised his head and looked around.

"What? Feeling the pressure?"

Standing opposite him, Dong Wanming's eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke with a faint smile.

Hearing Dong Wanming's words, Feimura Masayuki slowly turned his gaze back to him.

"It is indeed a bit more than I expected."

Feimura Masayuki nodded slightly, speaking in less-than-perfect Donghua language.

"But none of that matters. Since I am standing here, I have already prepared myself."

"My coming to Donghua this time has nothing to do with the enmity between our two countries, nor is it to fulfill the ridiculous ambitions and desires of certain people. I came here only for myself."

"At home or abroad, honor or insults, misunderstanding or anger—these are all irrelevant. I only walk the Dao in my heart, without deviation."

"No matter what others say, it has nothing to do with me. I am who I am—not increasing or decreasing, not defiled or pure, not born and not perishing."

Feimura Masayuki's Spirit gradually calmed. Amidst the tidal wave of curses washing over him, he was like a great mountain; though the wind howls and the rain beats down, it remains unmoved.

At the same time, Dong Wanming could feel his opponent's will slowly but steadily expanding.

"Come, opponent. You have the Saint's Heart, and I have the Living Sword. In this moment, let us forget borders, forget race, and cast aside all deep-seated grievances. Let us fight only for the purest Martial Dao."