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Chapter 927, Section 922: Martial Arts Museum

The name felt like a heavy stone pressing down on Marx and Engels' shoulders.

Yes, this memory could not only help him find certain martial arts, but also deepen his understanding of the Divine Fist, directly fulfilling the two requirements that Marne needed.

But the problem is that it's too close.

This place is too close to the Divine Fist.

He hadn't forgotten how he was exposed and killed by "Senior Brother" and Karina. Of course, this was also because they might have known about his past self, but Divine Fist was stronger than both of them.

Moreover, it is indeed possible that the Divine Fist could not see his own situation, because he had already discovered that there were actually quite a few younger martial artists around him, most of whom were not particularly strong in martial arts.

In other words, one's martial arts skills may not arouse the suspicion of the Divine Fist, and even if they do, the Divine Fist may not pay much attention to one, let alone show hostility towards one.

But the Divine Eye showed no hostility towards him.

These members of the Terror Five don't even need to be with you; just approaching you and saying a few words is enough for the Divine Eye to make the drug's effects wear off quickly, making it even more difficult to resist than other cases of memory breakdown.

It's very likely that the effects of the medicine will be exhausted as soon as he sees the Divine Fist.

Even if the situation weren't that bad, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold out until God Fist started speaking—clearly, God Fist was planning to impart his martial arts experience to him, and such words would likely be very dangerous for the Reverse Mind Medicine.

Not only because those words might contain a huge amount of information, but also because they came from the mouth of that divine fist.

Realizing the danger, Ma En immediately slowed down. Even if he was going to see the Divine Fist, it would be best to wait until the anti-spiritual medicine in his body was almost completely used up, otherwise it would be a waste of the medicine's effects.

If we analyze this more calmly, if his original speculation is correct, this memory is likely derived from some abnormal phenomena in his mind in the past, and he himself should not have participated in this sermon.

Thinking about this, Ma En also made some speculations, because it was very likely that these abnormal phenomena were caused by martial arts knowledge. Although there were reasons he had searched for, there were indeed many memory fragments related to martial arts.

Even Shenxiao is associated with martial arts.

Perhaps these unusual messages are related to unusual information related to martial arts.

Of course, this is on the premise that the memory really comes from some kind of unusual situation.

Proving this is actually quite simple: see if you can easily extract certain martial arts knowledge from the minds of other martial artists. But there's a problem with that.

Based on the information obtained from the previous memory fragment, martial artists at the acquired level should have some mental resistance, which is consistent with Ma En's earlier speculation, but this brings up other issues.

He could indeed find a way to discover his martial arts skills here, and in a one-on-one situation, Ma En was quite confident that he could uncover what he wanted.

But there are martial artists everywhere here.

Even if the Divine Fist doesn't suddenly appear and kill him, other martial artists can still turn him into mincemeat.

He could choose to invade a large number of low-level martial artists, which would indeed verify his conjecture, but if he revealed even the slightest flaw, he would waste this good opportunity.

In other words, even if he were to do this, he would have to put the plan last.

At this moment, although Marx and Engels were closer to their goal than ever before, they were also farther away than ever before.

He had to find some way forward.

As he slowed down, Ma En observed the martial artists around him. Unfortunately, he didn't know much about martial arts and couldn't tell which martial artist had a suitable style just by looking at their aura.

Therefore, rather than sensing the aura of these martial artists, he was more observing their appearances, trying to find something that would evoke a special feeling in him, or a figure he had seen before. In addition, he began to observe the various items on display, trying to find something resembling a martial arts manual.

He looked around for a long time but couldn't find anything he could take away directly. Although he saw a few books during the process, the covers of these books looked very familiar to him.

"Martial Arts", "Martial Arts", "Introduction to Martial Arts"...

These are all publications from the Eastern Federation Martial Arts Association, and only the covers are visible. Clearly, these exhibits serve more as a symbol and historical record.

Although he hadn't read a few of them, he wouldn't be foolish enough to steal them.

Considering that these books are publications, they shouldn't be difficult to obtain later if I wanted them, so it's not particularly wise to rob them here.

Besides, he might not even succeed.

Although he didn't find any martial arts manuals, it's actually quite normal when you think about it carefully.

It's unlikely that such an exhibition hall would offer you any secret manuals to browse, since that would clash with the style of the other exhibits, and these martial artists probably wouldn't have such a need.

Unless it's some special martial arts manual, it's probably of little use to these martial artists.

Just when Marx thought he was going to leave empty-handed, he suddenly saw an exhibit that he recognized.

Unlike other martial arts exhibits, there were only a few scattered young people standing in front of that exhibit. The oldest one looked to be only about twenty years old, and most of them were underage martial artists.

Marne also walked over and mingled among them, looking up at the painting in front of him.

The picture framed a man dressed in a long black robe. He was handsome but exuded a hint of madness. His bloodshot eyes were filled with a frenzied and venomous rage. The way he looked at the children seemed as if he wanted to devour them alive.

Below the painting, there are also words written in the characters.

"The Heavenly Demon was defeated by the Divine Fist."

These few words, though brief, exuded a sharp aura that seemed to warn all martial artists that if anyone were to fall into the demonic path, they would inevitably suffer a fate similar to his.

“Heavenly Demon…” Ma En began.

The man in black in the painting looks at him, sticking out his snake-like tongue:

"Kid, you think you can comprehend the Dao with such meager skills?"

The young man next to him spoke up in a low voice, reminding him:

"Don't talk to him too much. My master said that this guy often tries to bewitch martial artists and want them to fall into the demonic path. Although he doesn't have the guts to actually talk about demonic methods, he inevitably sows the seeds for others."

"My fellow disciples and I practice martial arts that cultivate the mind, while the female warrior on the left practices techniques to slay demons, which is why we stopped here earlier."

Upon hearing this, Mar and Eng's eyes lit up.

He dared not speak of demonic arts, which means...

He can speak.

(End of this chapter)