I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 1023, Chapter 1018: Martial God
Marx and Engels said with a sincere expression:
"If you say so, senior, then it confirms my guess, because I am not lying. I do have serious memory problems, but I don't actually think so."

"I think the problem isn't with myself, but with everyone else, including my seniors. The whole world is somewhat different from my impression, but they all say the problem is with me."

"It's like they say I've never practiced martial arts."

Upon hearing this, Divine Fist raised an eyebrow:
"Are you sure they're not saying you're practicing too poorly?"

Marx and Engels shook their heads:

"No, didn't you notice something was wrong, senior?"

Shen Quan frowned slightly. He began to recall what Ma En had done since he appeared. Looking back now, he realized that the kid in front of him seemed to have had ulterior motives from the beginning.

His words always seemed to contain some kind of implication.

The old man looked thoughtful:
"Something's not right..."

Maren looked at him expectantly, but as Shenquan pondered, his eyes grew increasingly doubtful, as if he had not found anything to doubt.

“What’s wrong?” He looked up at Marne. “Tell me.”

Clearly, he hadn't realized the problem. Ma En had expected that the slightly recovered Divine Fist could use his invincible martial arts to break the illusion and then directly take care of all his opponents.

But things obviously weren't going so well. After all, Fist of God was already in bad shape, and even if the New World gave him some unintentional help, it was unlikely that he could be fully restored to his pre-disruption state.

Marne said:

“I’m wrong, and I’m wrong in every way, but you might not be able to tell, since no one can detect anything wrong.”

Divine Fist frowned:

"You just said the doctors think you're crazy, right? What did they say?"

Marx and Engels nodded:

"They said I was hallucinating and indulging in some kind of fantasy, unable to distinguish reality, and that I felt like the leader of some mysterious supernatural organization whose power had been forcibly sealed within me."

"And they think I'm a madman who was possessed by a demon and killed his wife, and that's why I've gone insane. Do you think I look like a madman?"

Divine Fist nodded:

"What you're saying sounds like something a madman would say. A closer look at your spirit reveals some issues, but they have nothing to do with the scene you're describing. If what you're saying is true, then there is indeed a problem."

"Assuming you're telling the truth."

Marne said:

"Senior, I can tell you're no ordinary martial artist. Even if I'm lying, you're not without the ability to defeat me, are you?"

But the Divine Fist revealed a questioning look:
"What do you think you can tell?"

Marx and Engels paused, then continued:
“I can’t tell, but I know you’re no ordinary martial artist, Lord Divine Fist.”

Upon hearing these two words, Shenquan showed no unusual reaction, neither confirming nor denying:

"Tell me, your problem probably isn't just about the Longevity Fist."

Marx and Engels nodded:

"I also possess a very unique martial art called the 'Undying Life Technique,' which allows one to regenerate flesh and blood. May I ask if you are familiar with this martial art, senior?"

Divine Fist shook his head: "Never heard of it, where would such third-rate martial arts come from?"

Maren sat down directly in front of him:

"This martial art requires the cooperation of other things, and I can only demonstrate some of its characteristics. However, I still remember the contents of the entire martial art. If you need me, I can write it down from memory."

After saying that, he immediately began to meditate and practice this martial art.

However, just like trying to unclog an abandoned sewer, all the meridians in his body were blocked, and even his most basic breathing became disordered. His head and body felt like they were fighting.

Just as Ma En was about to be injured due to his disordered breathing, he felt something hit his right shoulder, followed by a powerful, penetrating force that pierced into his body.

The originally chaotic auras, like a school of fish encountering a great white shark, all changed their disorderly direction and began to possess a certain regularity and rhythm.

Marne immediately seized the opportunity, steadied his breathing, and adjusted his rhythm.

Then, several streams of hidden force entered his body from different directions, coordinating the flow of energy in his meridians like sheepdogs herding sheep. As the divine fist continued to strike, his breathing became increasingly smooth.

In just a few minutes, the previously uncontrollable patterns became familiar to Marx and Engels once again...

Fresh meat.

He once again stepped into the first realm of the "Undying Life Method".

This level doesn't have any special effects; it's merely used to build the foundation for this martial art. However, this was true for the original Ma En, but the current situation is completely different.

As he regained his physical strength, his previously weak body quickly became robust, and he easily surpassed the level of ordinary people, directly reaching the second level of physical strength.

Click.

Just as Marne was overjoyed, a strong hand gripped the back of his neck tightly.

"Where did you get this martial art from?" Divine Fist asked casually.

But Ma En felt that his life was no longer in his own hands. It seemed that if his answer was even slightly off, the divine fist would kill him on the spot.

Marx and Engels remained remarkably calm, even with one foot almost on the edge of a cliff.
"This martial art comes from an evil martial artist known as the Heavenly Demon. Although I obtained it from him through deception and extortion, I did not actually see him when I asked for it."

"At the time, I thought it was a martial art I had learned before, and I just remembered it. But now it seems that the situation is more complicated, and it may even be something he created before he saw me."

"I'm afraid I don't know the real details either, and the Heavenly Demon probably doesn't know either."

"What?" The Divine Fist, who was originally exuding killing intent, fell into doubt and confusion upon hearing Ma En's extremely chaotic words, and even loosened his grip on Ma En's hand slightly.

Because he could sense that Maren wasn't lying, he concluded that either Maren was insane, or his ravings were true. Judging solely from the statements, he was more inclined to believe that Maren was insane.

But his spirit appeared to be perfectly fine.

There are problems everywhere, yet there are no problems at all.

Upon seeing this, Marx and Engels repeated:

"That's right. If you really want to know what's wrong, what you're holding right now is the most wrong thing. You probably can't understand what's going on, and all I can tell you is that I don't know either."

"That's why I need your help, the greatest martial artist in history..."

"Divine Fist".

(End of this chapter)