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Chapter 888, Section 883: Battle Record
“I understand.” Ma En looked at the portrait. “It is because of these predecessors that I have the Longevity Fist to learn, and the martial arts I will learn in the future are all precious assets created and passed down by them.”

Seeing that Marx and Engels fully understood, Liu Weilie nodded with satisfaction:
“That’s right, you must remember that. In the future, you may become a senior to other martial artists. At that time, those young martial artists will also respect and be grateful to you, just like we respect the president now.”

Marx and Engels nodded, then casually asked:

"So, is the guild leader really the strongest martial artist? Are there no other martial artists who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him?"

Although he actually wanted to stay away from Divine Fist, since he was already here, he didn't mind asking a few more simple questions. In any case, Liu Weilie had already talked a lot about Divine Fist.

Liu Weilie's expression turned serious:
"Of course, there may still be martial artists who try to challenge him before he turns thirty, but in my opinion, Wang Sheng was already at the top of the martial arts world before that. It's just that at that time, the gap between him and other martial artists was not big enough, which gave those martial artists the illusion that they could defeat him."

"But since that battle when he was thirty, Wang Sheng has become the undisputed pinnacle of martial arts, and for decades afterward, no martial artist has been able to catch up with him."

"In fact, the distance between him and all other martial artists is constantly widening."

Marx and Engels looked surprised:

"So he was invincible a long time ago?"

Although Ma En did not know the specifics of the Rank VI warriors, he knew that there was more than just Divine Fist, a Rank VI warrior. In other words, even if other Rank VI warriors faced him, it would be a foregone conclusion.

This sounds a bit like a VI-level Divine Firmament.

The premise is that Liu Weilie's statement is accurate.

This could be because Liu Weilie was completely unaware of the actual situation, or it could be because other martial artists found it difficult to reach the higher level of Rank VI. However, Ma En still leaned towards the idea that the Divine Fist was indeed terrifyingly powerful.

Marx and Engels then asked:

"Master, I want to know what such a martial artist can achieve?"

Hearing his series of questions about Divine Fist, Liu Weilie was not impatient at all; on the contrary, he was very pleased.

"Very good. As martial artists, we should take him as our goal and move forward. But since you've asked this question, I have to tell you something more important first, although you may have already sensed it."

"You must have seen martial arts competitions on TV and martial arts dramas, right?"

Marx and Engels nodded:

"Yes, they look very different."

Liu Weilie nodded slightly and said:

"Most people think that martial arts in competitions are the reality, while those in TV dramas are exaggerated. But the reality is quite the opposite; martial arts on TV are actually closer to the real world."

"Of course, this doesn't mean we're throwing matches. It's just that when we have public competitions, we have a unique way of doing them so that we appear to be within the realm of ordinary people's understanding. After all, it's already quite frightening for us to jump several meters from the ground."

"But the situation in TV dramas doesn't really reflect real martial arts. There's a reason why I said it's very close."

"The situation on TV is far less exaggerated than real martial arts."

Marx and Engels cooperated by feigning surprise:

"Why not?"

Liu Weilie smiled and reached out his hand, then gently flicked his finger in the direction behind Ma En.

Then, a rustling sound came from the beaded curtain behind Marx and Engels.

He could see clearly that Liu Weilie's movements were extremely slow, making it impossible for him to create any wind pressure, and Ma En didn't feel any air movement either. But the beaded curtain behind him was stirred.

Marx and Engels turned around in surprise to look at the curtain:

"how did you do that?"

Liu Weilie said with a smile:

"These are just the most basic skills. You can do them in just two months. A martial artist like me can easily crush steel with my bare hands, or even easily lift a truck."

Ma En could sense that he had already held back, since exaggerating too much might have made him feel uneasy.

"Really?" Ma En feigned surprise.

Liu Weilie nodded:
"Of course, I can have Shaoqin demonstrate it for you then, and you may be able to do it in the future too. But didn't you just ask me how amazing the president is? I can only explain it to you after you know these things."

Mar and Eng said with a curious expression:
"Right, since he's the number one martial artist, he must be able to do even more outrageous things, right?"

A hint of longing flickered in Liu Weilie's eyes:

"That's right, and I've even seen him in action. I won't go into his famous battles, you'll know about those sooner or later. I'll just tell you what it was like when I saw Wang Sheng take action last time."

"Actually, he didn't really do anything; he only did one thing."

"He plucked the sun from the sky."

Ma En blinked but said nothing.

Liu Weilie paused for a moment, then slowly explained:
"Of course, he didn't actually pluck the sun off the ground, but that's what I saw at the time. And after he plucked the sun off the ground, the whole world was plunged into cold darkness. I could hardly see anything or feel any warmth. It seemed as if all the air was frozen with frost."

"If he hadn't put the sun back so quickly, I would have thought I was going to freeze to death."

Upon hearing this, Ma En found it hard to imagine how, if he were an ordinary person, he could connect Liu Weilie's description of the Divine Fist with the scene of lifting the truck.

Besides, a normal person wouldn't believe such a thing.

At least this is not as suitable as the example that the Duke and the Magician gave themselves. Perhaps Liu Weilie would specifically mention this point, not because it can well describe the strength of the Divine Fist, but more because it is a scene that he has personally seen and experienced.

Of course, this was not a problem for Maren; on the contrary, it better reflected the strength of the Divine Fist.

The sight of plucking the sun from the sky didn't seem incredible to him, since he and Seran could achieve similar effects, so it seemed that God Fist's work was no different from theirs.

But there's something special about this place: both he and Serane are sun gods.

Influencing the sun is simply within their power.

Divine Fist is a martial artist.

And although Liu Weilie didn't say it outright, Ma En didn't think that Shen Quan was just idly picking the sun for fun.

If his deduction was correct, that scene should represent a "battle" somewhere, and it was very likely a battle in which the Divine Fist had the upper hand. Both the implication in Liu Weilie's words and other information he had obtained so far suggested this.

And the opponent in that battle was naturally the "sun" he had plucked.

Serane.