Chinese Superman

The moment Xia Xinghan finished speaking, the situation on the field changed drastically!

After exchanging dozens of punches, in just three minutes, Huang Tao's face turned from red to white, his breathing became heavy as a bull, and the speed and power of his punches visibly declined.

His period of heightened special abilities was coming to an end, and his muscles began to feel a tearing, aching pain.

Xiang Xiaohu, on the other hand, had an increasingly bright and stable glow from the bronze cauldron on his chest. Although there were beads of sweat on his face, his eyes shone with an astonishing light, like tempered iron.

The immense, unstoppable force not only did not weaken, but seemed to be forged in some way through repeated clashes, becoming increasingly interconnected and integrated.

This is a resonance between the relics and the person who wielded them!

Even the same relic can have vastly different power depending on who wields it.

"ha!"

A glint of light flashed in Xiang Xiaohu's eyes. Seizing a moment when Huang Tao was exhausted, he exhaled and spoke.

His small fist formed a peculiar fist imprint, as heavy as a square cauldron and as robust as a round furnace, ancient and profound, subtly revealing a domineering artistic conception of "suppressing mountains and rivers and stabilizing the universe"!

This punch, originating from folk martial arts, was imbued with the invisible influence of the Overlord Cauldron and fueled by the fighting spirit of the moment, allowing the practitioner to touch the threshold of artistic conception.

Overlord's Decisive Fist!

A punch, like an ancient cauldron falling, struck straight at Huang Tao's vulnerable chest, leaving a deep imprint.

"puff--"

Huang Tao was struck as if by a heavy hammer; his eyes bulged out, he spat out blood, and his whole body flew off the ground like a kite with a broken string.

With a "whoosh".

Huang Tao knocked over a row of desks and chairs. Amidst the scattered books and debris, he clutched his chest, which felt like it was about to explode. Even coughing was difficult, and he was unable to move for a while.

The room fell silent.

Only Xiang Xiaohu stood with his fists clenched, his slight breathing and the bronze cauldron pendant on his chest gradually dimming and returning to its ancient state.

The five-year-old, Jia, wins!

The classroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; everyone was deeply shocked by the unexpected ending.

The students who originally belonged to the "special abilities" camp had particularly complex expressions on their faces, including shock, confusion, resentment, and a hint of...disappointment.

"Are we... really no match for them?"

A boy whose fingers occasionally crackled with tiny sparks muttered to himself.

His special ability is similar to that of an electric eel; he can generate electricity, but he can only shock ordinary people. When he encounters someone wielding a weapon, he is no match for them.

"My X-ray vision is so good, it's hard for me to even see through a thick piece of clothing..." another girl said with a wry smile as she lowered her head.

"Telepathy? I can only vaguely sense whether my mom is cooking my favorite dishes today..."

"Mimicry? Invisibility? You have to take off all your clothes, that's too useless."

"Telekinesis sounds cool, but after two and a half years of training, I can barely move a basketball. The impact is not even as good as a slingshot."

An invisible atmosphere of oppression began to permeate this group of "chosen ones".

Their abilities, which were considered "superpowers" beyond the ordinary in the past, now appear so weak and... "ordinary" in the face of the great power displayed by the "relics," which is like a mythical reenactment.

Just like in the era of cold weapons, a strong man with "natural strength" might dominate the village, but when firearms appeared, everything was overturned.

My lord, times have changed.

In contrast to the somber atmosphere among the special abilities group, Xiang Xiaohu excitedly "took credit" from Xia Xinghan, wiping his nose with his thumb and asking excitedly, "Boss, how was my performance just now? Was it cool enough? Did I embarrass the 'Jade Overlord' group?"

As the eldest, Xia Xinghan sat in the baby chair and nodded, saying, "Quite good. As for the 'Jade Overlord' combination, let's not mention it again."

"All right……"

Xiang Xiaohu was a little disappointed, but he was soon drawn to something else.

He looked down at his fist, a little confused in his eyes: "How did I throw that punch just now? I think I've forgotten."

The Overlord's Decisive Fist was a technique that Xiang Xiaohu mastered in a stroke of genius.

The inspiration vanished in an instant after that punch.

Upon hearing this, Xia Xinghan laughed and said, "It's alright, I remember."

"I'll teach you later."

Although he was not the creator of the Overlord's Fixed Fist, it was not difficult for him to remember a martial art technique with his superhuman brain.

"The Tao follows nature, and strength and weakness are mutually dependent. To be fixated on superficial victory and defeat is to fall into a lower realm."

Just then, a gentle, calm, and kind voice, aged yet compassionate, echoed in everyone's ears.

The sound wasn't loud, but strangely, no matter how far away it was, the listener felt the same way, with no increase or decrease in volume.

Everyone suddenly looked up.

Two figures appeared at the classroom door, seemingly out of nowhere.

Class teacher Li Su stood solemnly to one side, bowing slightly, his expression revealing heartfelt reverence.

Standing beside him was an elderly man with snow-white hair and a long beard reaching his chest, dressed in a simple blue Taoist robe.

The old man held an ordinary wooden whisk in his hand. His face was thin, but his skin was rosy like a baby's. His eyes were clear and bright. Standing there, he naturally became the center of heaven and earth. His aura was harmonious and unfathomable.

Teacher Li stepped forward, her voice loud and clear, filled with unprecedented respect:

"Students, this is Master Zhang Shouzhou from Wudang Mountain, who has come to give you a lecture today."

"This is also something I mentioned in my last class—"

"The Guardian of the Nation".

However, this Master Zhang did not possess any dazzling relics or imposing aura. His Taoist robe was simple and his whisk was unadorned, which was quite different from the image of the "National Guardian" that the students had imagined, who wielded heavy weapons and was awe-inspiring.

"Is he the Zhenguo Zhi, an old Taoist priest?"

"The national treasure, could it be the whisk in the Taoist priest's hand?"

"Most of the national treasures are restored national treasures. I've never heard of a fly whisk among the national treasures."

The students immediately erupted in discussion.

Master Zhang smiled slightly and waved his whisk lightly: "I am indeed on the list of 'weapon holders,' but I am not in charge of any national treasure relic."

He paused, his gaze kind and gentle, sweeping across the entire room like a gentle breeze across a hillside. Anyone who met his eyes, whether they had been feeling frustrated or excited, inexplicably calmed down and their minds became clear.

"Wudang, a blessed land, has received the blessings of heaven and earth and has recently been fortunate enough to 'recover' as a whole."

"The golden dragon, jade disc, mountain tablet, tortoise-shaped stone tablet carrying the imperial stele, the stone archway of the Xuan Yue Mountain for governing the world, the Golden Hall of Taihe Palace, and even the gilded bronze statue of Patriarch Zhang Sanfeng and the jade statue of Zhenwu the Great enshrined in the hall... all the important ancient relics that carry the thousand-year tradition, incense, cultural lineage and spirit of Wudang have been imbued with spirituality and transformed into relics, and are perfectly connected with the foundation of the entire Wudang Mountain gate."

"I am honored to serve as the acting head of Wu Dangdang's sect, and I am grateful for the sect's acceptance and the recognition of the spiritual realm. These relics... I can sense them all, draw upon their power, and resonate with their rhythm."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell into a deathly silence; you could hear a pin drop.

All the students were stunned.

It's not about having control over one or two relics, but... all the relics in the entire Wudang Mountain can be used!

This has completely transcended the scope of ordinary weapon wielders establishing a connection with a single relic; it's more like... merging with a revitalized secret realm of heaven and earth!

Even Xia Xinghan, who is a superman and considers himself exceptionally gifted with a big heart, widened his eyes in astonishment.

Others may control a relic, but you control a sacred site?