Chinese Superman

"I!"

Among the group of people with special abilities, a boy with thick long hair stepped forward.

His wild hair moved on its own without wind, each strand standing upright and hardened, gleaming with a sharp, cold light like the quills of a porcupine.

"My hair can harden to withstand shots, let's see how you block that!"

He roared, and his long hair shot out like a rain of pear blossoms, covering Xia Xinghan from all directions!

Xia Xinghan used the same trick again.

Overlord's Decisive Fist.

The illusory image of the giant bronze cauldron reappears, its body slightly rotating.

"Clang clang clang clang—"

Countless hardened hairs struck the cauldron, producing a metallic clang, but were all shattered to pieces!

Xia Xinghan threw a punch, and the giant cauldron continued its momentum, like a heavy bronze mountain, crashing into the boy. The boy was so frightened that he shook his head violently, and his hardened, wild hair, comparable to spears and thorns, slashed through the air and pierced forward.

The result was predictable: the bronze cauldron was unstoppable, overwhelmingly crushing everything in its path, splitting rivers and shattering anything it touched!

"Ah—my hair!!"

The boy screamed and flew backward, his long hair breaking off inch by inch under the shock of the punch.

As he slid down the wall, clumps of hair fell like snowflakes, leaving him bald with a shiny forehead.

Xia Xinghan then asked Xiang Xiaohu, "Have you mastered it yet?"

"without……"

Xiang Xiaohu shook his head sheepishly.

"Looks like you still need some practice. Watch me demonstrate."

Xia Xinghan surveyed the entire room, his tone indifferent yet laced with sarcasm: "Among those with special abilities, aren't there any decent ones?"

"You're supposed to be 'chosen ones,' possessing 'innate supernatural powers,' yet you were all utterly defeated by me, unable to even lift your heads, and couldn't even withstand a single blow?"

"Weak, too weak."

"Being mocked by a one-year-old toddler..."

"Who can tolerate this?!"

The students in the camp were all red-faced and filled with righteous indignation.

A boy wearing glasses suddenly shouted, "Don't panic, everyone! He's only been cultivating for a month, he's on the same starting line as us, how much spiritual power could he possibly have?"

"That move is powerful, but it must also consume a lot of energy! If we all attack at once, he might not be able to defeat everyone before his spiritual power runs out!"

These words enlightened everyone.

That's right. No matter how powerful you are, it's only three spirit stones. How much spiritual energy can you store in your dantian in a month of cultivation?

We're all starting from the same point!

"superior!"

"Together!"

"I don't believe he can hold on!"

A dozen or so boys exchanged glances, and simultaneously unleashed their power—

Petrifying skin, breathing flames, sonic attacks... all sorts of special abilities were activated at once, and they rushed towards Xia Xinghan from all directions!

The scene immediately descended into chaos.

Xia Xinghan simply sighed.

"Fine."

He first assumed a stance, feet slightly apart, back bent, and hands loosely clasped in front of him.

then--

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

Not one, but five illusory bronze cauldrons appeared simultaneously, slowly rotating around him!

In the next instant, all five cauldrons appeared!

Dingzhen, the desolate wilderness!

The tripod will secure the land!

A cauldron that embraces all rivers!

……

"Bang bang bang bang bang—"

A series of muffled thuds sounded like the beating of war drums.

The students who pounced on them flew back even faster than they had come, and a "human rain" immediately fell on the training field.

They can lie down or be embedded in the wall like a painting, or hang on machinery and sway.

Wails and cries of agony filled the air.

In just ten seconds, almost all the students in the special abilities camp were knocked to the ground.

In the center of the training ground, only Xia Xinghan remained standing, while the phantom images of the five bronze cauldrons slowly dissipated.

"..."

The crowd outside was so shocked that they fell silent, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Huang Tao and Chen Hao sat up. Teacher Li's comfort stone was to be given to someone else.

Their gazes toward Xia Xinghan were no longer defiant; instead, they were filled with awe.

Tell me, is this the fighting power of a one-year-old infant?

Times have changed, they really have changed!

Huang Tao, in particular, wished he could slap himself a few times, regretting using Xia Xinghan as a whetstone.

So who's torturing whom?

Not only was the knife not sharpened, but its edges and sharpness were also worn away.

Su Xiao looked at Chen Miao, who hadn't moved an inch in the distance, and asked in a low voice, "Chen Miao, why aren't you making a move?"

Chen Miao pushed up his glasses, shrugged, and spread his hands: "My special ability is 'super brain,' I'm only good at thinking, fighting isn't my forte. Going up there would just be suicide."

"...6!"

"Who else?"

Xia Xinghan's voice broke the silence.

No one answered.

The once-fierce force of those with special abilities was now a scene of utter chaos. Those who could still stand shrank back, avoiding his gaze.

"Is nobody else here?" Xia Xinghan nodded. "If nobody else is here, we'll call it a day."

He turned and walked towards the sidelines, but halfway there, he suddenly remembered something and turned back to look at Xiang Xiaohu, who was standing there dumbfounded:

"By the way, little brother, how much of the Overlord's Firmament Fist have you learned?"

Xiang Xiaohu scratched the back of his head, a confused yet enlightened expression on his honest face: "Boss, I think I've got it, but it also seems... I need to think about it some more."

"It's alright, take your time." Xia Xingwen spoke gently. "This boxing style is your own creation, so it's not difficult to master. The key isn't the movements, but the state of mind you had when you threw that punch—that feeling of dominating the world and ruling the land."

Xiang Xiaohu nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Xia Xinghan said no more, walked back to the sidelines, and took his baby bottle back from Su Xiao.

He took a sip.

Hmm, that's good, the milk is still warm.

Su Xiao noticed this as well, blinked, and suddenly chuckled: "Warm wine before beheading Hua Xiong."

Liu Mengyan corrected from the side, "To be precise, it's 'Warm Milk Beats Up the Heroes'~"

Xia Xinghan glanced at them, said nothing, and simply drank her milk silently.

At the other end of the training field, Teacher Li was frantically treating each of the students who had fallen down.

If it weren't for the "Basic Spirit Forging Method" and spirit stones, continuously activating the mystical power of relics would definitely deplete one's life essence.

Fortunately, the Wei Xiang Stone itself was only a Class B relic, so the consumption was not significant.

After the last student finished sleeping on the stone pillow, the exhausted Teacher Li wiped the sweat from his forehead and solemnly walked up to Xia Xinghan.

He crouched down to be at eye level with Xia Xinghan, his tone more serious than ever before:

"Wang Nezha, on behalf of the Kaitian Class... no, on behalf of the base, I would like to make a formal request to you."

The training ground fell silent immediately.

The students, who were originally heading to the infirmary in small groups, all stopped and pricked up their ears.

Teacher Li continued, "Your demonstration of the Overlord's Firmament Fist and your explanation of 'Martial Arts of Intent' fill a gap in the nation's legal framework. This is of great significance for how the entire population can effectively utilize spiritual power after practicing the 'Basic Spirit Forging Method'."

"So, are you willing to fully record the superior martial arts of the Overlord's Firmament Fist and hand it over to the nation?"

A soft gasp was heard from the surrounding area.

Handing it over to the state—this is no small matter.

This means that this martial art will become a national resource and may even be included as an important part of the future national cultivation system.

If there were a book like "Five Years of Martial Arts, Three Years of Simulation" in the future, Xia Xinghan would be one of the authors.

His name will be on the title page of the book!