Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

Nanhai City, core area.

On the top floor of a skyscraper, a blond, blue-eyed foreign middle-aged man was leisurely swirling a wine glass in his hand.

His name is Caesar, the commander of the Glory Society's operation.

"Lord Caesar!" A Chinese subordinate stood respectfully with his hands at his sides. "As per your orders, our men have launched simultaneous riots in all seven districts of Southsea City. What should we do next?"

Caesar did not turn around; his gaze remained fixed on Chengwu University in the distance.

"Next step?" He chuckled and downed his glass of red wine in one gulp. "Of course, it's to invite an important guest back to headquarters."

A hint of anxiety appeared on the face of one of the Chinese men: "Sir, those brothers who are causing chaos in the city... shouldn't we act quickly? If we delay too long, I'm afraid the higher-ups in the South China Sea will realize what's happening and it will be difficult for them to provide support!"

"A backup?" Caesar finally turned around, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "When did I say I was going to provide backup for them?"

The Chinese were stunned on the spot, somewhat unable to believe what he was saying.

"To give one's life for the organization's noble ideals is their highest honor," Caesar said slowly, adjusting his bow tie, in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Isn't it normal to make some necessary sacrifices in order to accomplish truly great things?"

"M-You're right, sir."

The Chinese man broke out in a cold sweat and quickly lowered his head, not daring to utter another word.

He now deeply regrets why he was so blinded by greed and boarded the Glory Society's pirate ship.

I had heard that these madmen were ruthless, but I never expected that they would abandon even their own people without hesitation.

He was genuinely afraid that one day he too would become that "necessary sacrifice."

Unfortunately, there's no turning back now.

Caesar casually placed the empty wine glass on the table and strode towards the door.

"Notify those outside the city to prepare."

"Our distinguished guest... will be arriving soon."

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Chengwu University, the competition venue.

"Relax, relax..."

Elena gripped her knight's sword tightly again, her eyes slightly closed.

Yang Xian's move just now, though seemingly simple and casual, actually contained a martial arts essence that she had never encountered before.

That was pure, irrational destruction and tyranny.

In her mind, the image of the spreading lightning net kept replaying, with countless golden sword beams appearing fragile as bubbles before it, ready to burst at the slightest touch.

Her "Holy Sword Technique" emphasizes holiness, purification, and judgment.

But in the face of absolute "power" and "dominance", all of these seem so pale and powerless.

I see……

So this is the true essence of a divine-level technique!

In an instant, Elena felt her mind clear up, her aura began to rise steadily, and the true energy within her body began to circulate at an unprecedented speed.

On the high platform, Principal Huang exclaimed in admiration, "This girl is truly gifted; she's a promising talent! It's a pity she's not from China."

Du Gu nodded in agreement: "Indeed, quite talented. But compared to Yang Xian, he's still far behind."

"Nonsense!" Principal Huang rolled his eyes at him. "Who can compare to a monster..."

The students in the audience also noticed that something was wrong.

A freshman looked bewildered: "What's wrong with this foreign beauty? Is she finally going all out? But she's facing Yang Shen! Isn't it a bit too late to show her true abilities now?"

A senior student standing nearby shook his head, his expression grave.

"No, you didn't understand. That move just now was her full strength."

"She... broke through to a breakthrough at the last minute!"

"A breakthrough in the heat of battle?!" the freshman exclaimed in surprise.

"Isn't this a classic plot from a novel?"

"Oh no! Has Yang Shen run into a real protagonist from a novel this time, and is he going to get slapped in the face right here and now?"

The senior's lips twitched: "Uh... well, it's hard to say."

On the stage, Yang Xian naturally noticed Elena's change, but he did not intervene. He simply waited quietly for her to gather her strength.

Finally, Elena opened her eyes.

In those deep blue eyes, it seemed as if golden flames were burning.

In that short moment, her understanding of the Holy Sword Technique had already reached the level of "perfection"!

"Mr. Yang Xian, please accept this final sword strike!"

She raised the knight's sword with both hands, and a holy light shot into the sky, condensing into a huge light sword phantom that was more than ten meters long.

Yang Xian looked at the terrifying sword strike, but his face remained expressionless.

He simply raised his right hand, pointed his fingers like a knife, and made a light slash forward.

Dimension Slash!

A slight ripple in space spread out silently.

The enormous phantom of the lightsaber collapsed from within the moment it came into contact with the spatial ripples, turning into countless points of light that vanished without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Xian's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

Void Shadow Step!

Elena felt a blur before her eyes, and a skillful force sent the knight's sword flying out of her hand. After spinning a few times in the air, it rang out and stuck into the ground in the distance.

A cold, piercing sword tip was already hovering in front of her throat.

You lost.

Yang Xian's voice rang out calmly.

The victory was decisive and swift, leaving no room for doubt.

The entire stadium was initially deathly silent, then erupted into even more enthusiastic cheers.

"So cool! Absolutely so cool!"

"Isn't this a million times better than any freshman competition?!"

"Yang Shen is awesome...!"

Some of the older students stared wide-eyed.

They asked themselves honestly, if they were on the stage facing Elena's strongest attack after her last-minute breakthrough, they would probably be seriously injured, if not killed.

But Yang Xian still only used one move.

It was described lightly, with a gentle breeze and calm clouds.

But Elena was undoubtedly the most alarmed.

The blonde girl stood there, stunned, for a long time before she came to her senses.

She looked at the ice crystal longsword so close to her and smiled bitterly.

"I surrender."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xian flicked his wrist, and the ice sword vanished in the form of specks of cold air.

call--!

It's finally over.

Fortunately, she didn't become a sore loser like Carden and cheat in public.

Otherwise, beating a woman in front of so many people would sound rather unpleasant if word got out.

"The teacher is right. Chinese martial arts are profound and extensive, far beyond our imagination." Elena bowed deeply to Yang Xian.

"This exchange has been incredibly beneficial to me. From now on, please allow me to address you as...Teacher Yang."

In her final move, Elena gleaned a hint of "dominance" from Yang Xian's "Thunder Prison Demon Suppression Technique," further enhancing her understanding of the technique.

Calling Yang Xian "teacher" is not an overstatement.

"Let's forget about it," Yang Xian waved his hand. "Just don't bother me anymore..."

However, the moment he finished speaking, an extremely subtle spatial force appeared out of thin air around the arena without any warning!

Alarm bells rang in Yang Xian's mind.

"not good!"

"It's a spatial blockade!"

Without thinking twice, he grabbed Elena's arm and jumped off the stage.

But it was still too late.

A dark green vine shot out from the torn spatial rift.

Yang Xianren was suspended in mid-air with nowhere to gain leverage, and could only watch helplessly as the vine rapidly enlarged in his field of vision.

The vines easily pierced through his body.

"Pfft...!"

P.S.: There's one more chapter, it might be a little late...