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

The Empress didn't say why, and Lian Youyou didn't ask either.

She trusted the diva's judgment, but she was still unconvinced.

The diva saw the resentment in her eyes.

He sighed, waved his hand, and dismissed Lian Youyou.

Some losses can only be understood through personal experience.

She once didn't believe that anyone could actually take on an entire grade by themselves.

But some people have indeed done it.

That person looked just as ordinary and unremarkable.

As she pondered, the diva became somewhat lost in thought.

During the monthly exam, when the class monitor of Class 4 challenged Lian Youyou, Zhao Cheng's face turned extremely ugly.

Despite all his precautions, he never expected that even a class monitor of such a high rank could be bribed.

A man needs a face, and a tree needs its bark.

Such behavior is tantamount to being a lackey.

So, the merger of classes and the consolidation of power had already begun without anyone noticing?

But now he's in a bind.

He's already received the deposit from the ferocious tiger; there's absolutely no way he'd cower like a turtle.

Even knowing that someone else might steal the credit for their work.

Sure enough, Lian Youyou and the class monitor of Class 4 put on a good show.

The class monitor of Class 4 won a hard-fought victory.

Sun Fan happened to come out and easily defeated the class monitor of Class 4, successfully reaching the top.

And it just so happened that it was his turn to be second in line.

Everything was just as the script had been written.

Unfortunately, it wasn't his script.

However, it can also become his script.

As long as we can defeat Sun Fan and then take on Lian Youyou's revenge, that would be great.

The ferocious tigers' deposit was very generous. They probably didn't know just how powerful a master of the Thirteen Body Tempering Techniques could be in the Power Release Technique after accumulating enough foundation in the Body Tempering Realm.

He was confident that Sun Fan would be unable to break through his defenses.

When it was his turn to speak, he was second in line:

"I challenge Sun Fan from Class 5!"

Sun Fan had also heard of him.

The Thirteen Protectors' Horizontal Training is a very strong form of martial arts.

Even ordinary swords and blades, strong enough, cannot penetrate the defense.

Moreover, Zhao Cheng has a very strong foundation and is known as the number one person in the Body Tempering Realm.

Zhao Cheng's voice echoed in the training ground, like a stone thrown into calm water.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"Has Zhao Cheng gone mad? He's challenging Sun Fan?"

"What do you know? Zhao Cheng is the number one in the Body Tempering Realm. Now he has entered the Power Development Realm and has reached an even higher level with the Thirteen Body Tempering Techniques. Sun Fan's sword may not be able to break through his defense."

"But Sun Fan's sword... couldn't even stop Yan Gaojiang's precious armor."

"The armor is inanimate, but people are alive. Zhao Cheng's martial arts skills are even tougher than the armor."

"Besides, who said that Yan Gaojiang's armor didn't stop him? Sun Fan's sword couldn't even break through his armor. It's clear that he was too weak, which is why he was blown to the head with one sword."

Discussions arose, with some optimistic and others skeptical, but there was a greater sense of anticipation—the strongest spear of the first year facing the strongest shield, who wouldn't want to see this drama?

Lian Youyou stood on the sidelines, a barely perceptible smile curving her lips.

Two dogs fight, play off.

Regardless of who wins, she's the one who ends up making the move.

She looked at Sun Fan on the stage, whose face remained expressionless. He simply turned his head slightly and glanced at Zhao Cheng.

That look in his eyes was as if he were looking at a stranger.

Zhao Cheng stepped onto the arena.

He took off his outer garment, revealing his bare upper body. His muscles were bulging, and his skin had a faint bronze sheen, as if coated with glaze. Sunlight shone on it, and it even reflected light.

This is the power of gold and wood powder.

The precious medicines produced in the secret realm greatly enhanced his body-tempering effect, and now his body is perhaps no less than that of a true treasure-grade armor.

It is a genuine treasure-grade armor, not a replica made by Yan Gaojiang.

"Sun Fan," Zhao Cheng spoke, his voice deep and rumbling like thunder, "I know your sword is fast. But my martial arts are harder than your sword."

He raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and slammed it into his left palm.

Bang.

A muffled thud.

It's like two iron plates slammed together.

"Come on." Zhao Cheng assumed a fighting stance, his feet slightly apart, his center of gravity lowered, and his arms slightly outstretched. "Let me see if your sword can leave a mark on me."

Sun Fan remained silent.

He drew the sword from his waist.

It was still that ordinary iron sword, without even a single pattern on its blade.

The sword tip points diagonally at the ground.

Then he moved.

There was no fancy opening move, no preparatory stance, just a casual thrust of the sword.

fast.

It was so fast that many people only saw a flash of white light.

clang--

The sword tip pierced Zhao Cheng's chest.

The sound of metal clashing.

Zhao Cheng looked down at his chest, where there was a white spot, a mark left by the tip of a sword. But his skin wasn't broken, not even red.

"That's it?" Zhao Cheng laughed. "Just a tickle?"

Sun Fan sheathed his sword, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

It was indeed hard.

It's even harder than Yan Gaojiang's armor.

Moreover, it wasn't just rigid, it was flexible – the moment he thrust his sword in, he could feel Zhao Cheng's chest muscles contract slightly, dissipating some of the force.

This is the external training for the power exertion stage.

This is completely different from the physical training stage.

"It's my turn."

Before Zhao Cheng could finish speaking, he had already lunged forward.

His speed wasn't fast, but every step he took on the ring was like driving piles, making the surface tremble. His massive body, carrying an astonishing aura, rolled over like a heavy truck.

He threw a punch.

The force of the punch hit his face, making Sun Fan's clothes flutter loudly.

Sun Fan did not take the hit head-on.

He turned sideways, slid forward, and the tip of his sword touched Zhao Cheng's fist.

Another crisp metallic clang rang out.

Another white spot appeared on Zhao Cheng's fist.

But he didn't care at all, his fist still moving, sweeping across.

Sun Fan took half a step back and pointed his sword again.

Ding ding ding ding ding—

Five sword strikes landed in quick succession, each piercing a different part of Zhao Cheng's body: his chest, shoulder, arm, side, and back.

Five white marks.

Five crisp sounds.

Zhao Cheng remained unmoved, and his offensive intensified.

"Useless!" he laughed, throwing a punch at Sun Fan's face. "My kung fu is all the same hard! It doesn't matter where you stab me!"

Sun Fan dodged the punch by turning his head, and took three steps back to create distance.

Some people in the audience gasped in surprise.

"This...this is way too hard!"

"Sun Fan's sword really couldn't break through his defenses?"

"It's over, it's over, Sun Fan the Swift Sword is going to be in big trouble this time."

Lian Youyou's gaze changed.

She looked at it more carefully.

Although none of Sun Fan's five swords pierced Zhao Cheng's skin, each sword landed in a different spot—the center of his chest, his left shoulder blade, his right rib, his lower back, and the inside of his elbow.

This wasn't a random stabbing.

He's trying.

Test Zhao Cheng for any weaknesses.

Those who practice hard kung fu always have a weakness until they have perfected their skills.

Unfortunately, Zhao Cheng's weakness in his external martial arts was well hidden and could not be easily detected; every part of him was as hard as an iron plate.

Zhao Cheng stopped his attack, stood still, arms crossed, looking down at Sun Fan: "Finished testing? Any findings?"

Sun Fan did not answer.

He simply looked down at his sword.

There are several tiny nicks on the tip of the sword.

It was expelled from Zhao Cheng's body.

Zhao Cheng saw it too, and laughed even louder: "Your sword is almost dull, while I don't even have a red mark on me. Still want to fight?"

Sun Fan looked up at him.

"beat."

One word.

Then he raised his sword again.

This time, the swordplay changed.