Martial Arts Secret Realm: Only I Can Know the Plot?

Sitting in the hall, Yan Gaotian's thoughts had already drifted away.

It drifts back to an afternoon many years ago.

He stayed by his mother's bedside, holding her withered hands tightly.

My hands are covered in calluses from years of hard work, and the loss of collagen has left them with only a layer of wrinkled skin.

It feels a little prickly to the touch.

But those were the warmest hands in Yan Gaotian's memory.

The sun was shining brightly that day, and my mother seemed to have regained some energy.

She struggled to her feet and said to Yan Gaotian, "Tian'er."

Yan Gaotian hurriedly replied, "Mother, I'm here."

"Tian'er, I know you've always wanted to go to the Dark Martial Arts School, and I've always tried to stop you."

"You never understand why your mother stops you, but you don't say anything. I know you're a filial child."

"The Dark Martial Arts Academy is a place that devours people without spitting out the bones. Don't be fooled by those old men who always preach that only in real life-or-death battles can a martial artist's will be tempered, and that is the true path of martial arts."

"It's all bullshit."

"People who stay in dangerous places for too long, living a precarious existence for too long, will have their vision narrowed and their behavior become more ruthless. How can they possibly have any long-term vision or long-term planning?"

"Learning martial arts is not something that can be done overnight."

"Our Yan family has produced high-level martial artists in our ancestors! That's why I know this, and that's why I don't want you to go to the Dark Martial Arts School."

"But I know that once I leave, I'm afraid I can't stop you."

"It's because your mother is useless. Besides this family heirloom manual, I can't give you anything or help you with anything."

Yan Gaotian held his mother's hand, which was now trembling uncontrollably.

He was practicing hand skills; if his mind hadn't been so chaotic, he wouldn't have been shaking like that.

He kept repeating, "No, no."

He wanted to say something more, but his mother interrupted him: "I don't have much time left, let me finish."

"Tian'er, I know you're a spirited and talented child."

"I won't stop you after I leave."

"However, you have to promise your mother two things."

Yan Gaotian felt his throat was dry and couldn't say a word, so he could only nod repeatedly.

The mother continued, "The first thing is that the Dark Martial Arts School can only be a transit point in your life, not the final destination."

"Give me the chance to leave this dark martial arts academy and find a real martial arts university, even if it's just an ordinary one."

"I believe that with your talent, you will definitely succeed."

Don't complain about the slow pace; on the journey of life, sometimes going slowly is the only way to walk straight.

"The second thing is your brother."

"Your younger brother is not as capable or talented as you, but he is more stubborn and easily taken advantage of."

You must take good care of him.

He has always looked up to you as a role model.

"As long as you brothers are of one mind, I believe there is no obstacle you cannot overcome."

Yan Gaotian nodded vigorously again.

Three days later, his mother passed away, and Yan Gaotian volunteered to enter the Dark Martial Arts School.

In two years, he was like a completely different person.

The quiet boy from junior high school is gone.

Instead, a mad, ruthless, and invincible tiger has emerged!

Over two years, there were countless bloody battles and many near-death experiences.

With this ruthlessness, he rose from a cadre to a class monitor, and even began to recruit the lower-grade students, making a name for himself in the cruel and dark martial arts school.

He once thought that God was looking out for him.

Everything is developing in a good direction.

He became a leader in his field, and his younger brother also achieved a good ranking in the freshman competition.

By chance, he gained the favor of that important person and had the opportunity to do something for him.

The task assigned by the adults was not difficult, and coincidentally, he also wanted his younger brother to show off in front of important figures.

Therefore, he handed the task over to his younger brother.

Who would have thought that someone who spends all day hunting geese would have their eyes pecked out by a goose?

That damned flesh-eating man actually had a miraculous encounter!

The extraordinary encounter he longed for day and night, yet could not obtain!

He admitted that he was somewhat confused at that time.

For a moment, he even considered giving up.

He was willing to risk himself, but he didn't want to risk his younger brother.

But the think tank's confident analysis, the bigwigs' promises, and that sliver of hope in his heart ultimately made him waver.

In the dark martial arts academy, there's no such thing as not taking risks.

He gave his younger brother three safeguards, wanting him to try one last time.

He always thought that even if he failed, with the protective armor, he should at least not die.

However, he was wrong.

In fact, on the day of the duel, after Sun Fan made his first sword strike, he knew that his younger brother was finished.

He wanted to stop the fight at all costs.

But his master's sharp gaze forced him to remain seated.

The Dark Martial Arts School has few rules, but they are very strict.

He dared to openly challenge the order of the monthly examinations; there was only one outcome for him.

dead!

No one can save him.

He could only endure it.

He watched his younger brother die right before his eyes.

My brother is dead. Right and wrong, promises, the future—none of that matters anymore.

He had only one goal for the rest of his life, and only one goal remained.

Make Sun Fan be buried with him.

However, now that insect seems to be showing signs of breaking out of its cocoon and becoming a butterfly, which has also attracted the attention of those important figures.

If they were to openly attack, he would be a third-grader, while the other person would be a first-grader.

That's against the rules.

He could only wait, wait for an opportunity.

Waiting for an opportunity to act in a place where there are no rules.

Therefore, he needs to prepare a lot.

Most importantly, he needs to establish a dark martial arts academy.

There are never any holidays at the Dark Martial Arts School; you're there all year round.

Moreover, most students at Wugao High School don't have many opportunities to go out and exchange ideas except when they are about to take the college entrance examination.

But Yan Gaotian is different; he is one of the most prominent figures in the Dark Martial Arts School, the Martial Arts High Division.

Every month, he would represent the Dark Martial Arts School to spar and exchange ideas with some reckless high schools.

Perhaps these martial arts school students did nothing wrong at all.

The principal was wrong; he believed that the bloody fighting style of the Dark Martial Arts School was unsuitable for this civilized society.

Therefore, the principal of the dark martial arts school would occasionally lead them on a friendly "exchange".

Injure their so-called "seeds" a bit, make their college entrance rate look bad, so that when those people want to criticize the Dark Martial Arts School again, they will have some reservations.

He used to hate those exhibition matches where players had to hold back and restrain their strength.

But now, this channel has become his opportunity for revenge.

However, while waiting, he didn't mind causing Sun Fan some trouble.

Among those in the same year as Sun Fan, if there was anyone who could rival him, there was only one person he could think of.

It wasn't that mysterious first freshman, the disciple of the Queen of Heaven—Lian Youyou.

Instead, he was ranked second among the new students and possessed the "Boyhood Kung Fu" skill of the Thirteen Bodyguards.

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