Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike

Li Cheng knew his second brother best, and he knew that he had learned the Divine Strike Secret Manual that he had found on Master Zhao, which made him incredibly strong.

I have no idea how they trained.

The changes are so drastic that they almost seem like different people.

Occasionally, when his mind wandered, Li Cheng even began to wonder if his second brother had been possessed by some evil spirit.

However, seeing that her second brother was still so good to her and her younger sister, even better than before, was a great relief.

He was clear-headed and showed no signs of mental confusion, so I felt relieved.

He felt that this situation might be what the old legends referred to as "enlightenment."

My second brother was already a very, very intelligent person; even his private tutor said he had the talent to become a scholar. If he were to suddenly become brilliant, he'd be a literary genius!

Oh no, Wuqu Star is more suitable.

Despite being only twelve years old and small in stature, he was incredibly fierce when he attacked his enemies.

This time, it was as if a god had descended to earth, and he killed even that veteran master who had achieved great success in refining his internal energy.

It nearly made his eyes pop out of his head.

When he looked at his second younger brother, he felt a sense of awe.

Could it be that this divine fighting manual is really that powerful?

I practiced stance training and leg techniques for eight years, but it was far less effective than my second brother's practice in a single day.

Li Cheng felt both frustrated and proud; for a moment, he was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

I was so envious I was practically drooling.

I thought to myself how wonderful it would be if I could learn that too.

However, this secret manual is really selective. Not only could I not understand the manual, but even when I followed my second brother in chanting to invite the gods, I still couldn't invite the ancestral master.

Perhaps I'm just too stupid; all my masters look down on me with disdain.

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Li Cheng couldn't learn the Divine Strike technique, but he didn't believe he couldn't learn other martial arts.

When my father passed away, I hadn't yet begun to strengthen my body, so the prescriptions weren't passed down. I also didn't learn the true essence of stances and leg techniques.

Although I have put in a lot of hard work over the years, there are still some shortcomings.

Ultimately, without the guidance of a master, and without obtaining the secret manuals of other schools, he was unable to achieve his goal.

Otherwise, with my own natural talent, perhaps I could have achieved the level of mastery of internal strength that my father spoke of.

He hasn't even mastered the control of his Qi and blood, nor has he developed any strength.

I feel ashamed.

"That's the Eagle and Snake Fight to the Death. My father mentioned it a few times when he was teaching boxing. He said that if this boxing style were combined with our family's Thirty-Six Legs of Chuojiao, it would be unstoppable. It's such a pity."

"A life-or-death struggle between an eagle and a snake?"

Li Xin recalled the attack from the short old man earlier; his body was serpentine, his claws sharp as an eagle, and his movements unpredictable and ever-changing. Every move was deadly, with complex and varied techniques.

If I hadn't raised my spirit to level twenty and activated the divine will of Nezha, I probably wouldn't have been able to handle it.

The ability to see in all directions and hear from all sides, to always be the first to act, and to launch surprise attacks with a revolver, taking advantage of the opponent's lack of understanding of firearms to deliver a fatal blow – this is the reason for victory.

Looking back, the opponent's force was sharp and powerful, with a shockwave effect that was truly formidable.

When your hands and feet touch each other, half of your body goes limp from the shock; this is a sign that your strength has been cultivated to the bone.

He's quite the expert in the martial arts world.

Even among ordinary people, the eldest brother Li Cheng was considered to be extremely skilled, yet he couldn't withstand a single blow.

The imposing manner they displayed when fighting the Ansar soldiers has completely vanished.

In front of that old man, he was like a wooden stake, only fit to be easily killed.

This is a bit awkward.

"Logically speaking, with the three Divine Strike Manuals in my possession, once activated, I should be able to unleash extremely powerful combat strength, not inferior to some martial arts masters."

"If we look at it from the perspective of martial arts principles from my previous life, the outcome of a real battle is nothing more than speed and strength, plus nerve reflexes. In this respect, I definitely have a huge advantage."

In particular, gaining faith power can comprehensively enhance one's physique, agility, and mental strength. In the future, one might even surpass some martial arts masters in every aspect, and not be at a disadvantage in combat.

After discovering his own hidden secrets and learning divine techniques, he activated the divine intentions of the Third Prince.

Li Xin had always thought this way.

He believes that he only needs a little time to grow.

Then you will no longer worry about many external dangers.

But today's battle was like a bucket of cold water being poured over him, making him see some truths clearly.

It wasn't just foreign guns and cannons that could threaten us.

Even in a one-on-one fight, a life-or-death confrontation, I am still far from being good enough.

The key point is that this era has something called "force"...

The punches don't strike with force, the force doesn't strike with strength, the tendons and bones are strengthened, the sense of danger... these things may all be real and have not been lost.

It's the same thing as having unparalleled skill in the past life, which was just about having a silver tongue, but it's also not the same thing.

When modern firearms became mainstream, a skill could no longer determine life or death, nor was it a skill that one had to hone throughout life from childhood to old age to earn a living. Naturally, it was swept into the dustbin of history.

Modern firearms have not yet reached their peak, and various martial arts techniques for physical development and life-or-death combat are still useful.

It was the last rays of the setting sun before it disappeared into the west.

This is true not only in the East, but probably all over the world.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so you absolutely can't miss it.

It is said that the unique skills of the older generation were all eventually classified as pseudoscience, and no one dared to refute them. There is a reason for this.

If you can't beat firearms, everything you say is nonsense.

Practicing any more would be foolish.

But the era I live in is different.

It would be foolish not to practice now.

"My method of nourishing the body unlocks its potential. In this respect, I am more scientific and can more quickly enhance the body's fundamental nature and improve its foundation."

The training methods stretch and strengthen tendons and bones, transforming tendons and cleansing marrow, allowing for a smoother and more refined use of one's physical body's treasures. I can't do that; right now, I only use it to injure people.

The most important skill is the ability to survive and thrive.

To make one unit of strength deal ten times the damage...

If you don't learn this, you'll become complacent and doomed.

Who knows, one day someone with far inferior physical abilities might unexpectedly turn the tables on you.

Thinking of the old man's strange offensive tactics, and then of the increasingly advanced firearms of today, Li Xin couldn't help but feel a little wistful.

The saying "Learn the superior techniques of the barbarians to control the barbarians" is not only correct, but its meaning should be expanded.

We must not only learn from the barbarians, but also from the ancients.

Learning more survival skills is always a good idea.

Even if they were armed with foreign guns, those who had martial arts skills and those who didn't would have two different levels of attack power.

First, settle down, then find a boxing gym that can teach real skills.

You need to learn how to practice, but you need to learn how to play even more.

We can't get our hands on pistol bullets for now. Once we've improved our strength, we'll see if we can get our hands on some foreigners.

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"Waiter, I need a room."

Li Xin walked into the Gaosheng Inn, ignoring the scholar beside him who was covering his nose in disgust.

Just as the waiter was about to chase them away, a five-tael silver ingot slammed onto the counter with a "thud," leaving a shallow mark.

The innkeeper shoved the waiter aside: "Young sir, how many are in your party? Please come in!"

"One superior room, with plenty of hot water." Li Xin turned and asked, "Manager, could you please go to the clothing store and buy a few outfits? Would you like cyan or gray, brother?"

"Blue...blue." Li Cheng stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do with his hands and feet.

"Two sets of light blue, and my little sister's clothes should be red, for a festive look." As soon as Li Xin finished speaking, Xiao Yue, who had been hiding behind him, immediately peeked out, her eyes shining like stars: "Second Brother! Can we celebrate the New Year again?"

Li Xin paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Alright, let's have another round, until you're completely full."

As he spoke, he half-lifted his shirt, inadvertently revealing the revolver at his waist, and turned towards the counter.

The shopkeeper's scrutinizing gaze suddenly froze. He turned and kicked the waiter, yelling, "Dongzi! Quickly prepare hot water to measure her measurements! And while you're at it, pick out the softest fabric for this young lady!"

Upon entering the large room on the second floor, Xiaoyue looked around at the exquisite furnishings, wiped her hands on her clothes, carefully pressed herself onto the bed, and couldn't help but laugh: "So soft."

She tilted her head back and tugged at Li Cheng's hand, "Big brother! When the new clothes arrive, I'll definitely look better in them than Xiao Cui's floral jacket in the village!"

Li Cheng tensed slightly, his fingers touching the white bedclothes, and he couldn't help but smile: "Xiaoyue is the prettiest."

Li Xin didn't speak, but stood by the window, closing his eyes and meditating.

He just gained another boost in power; should he improve his agility or his physique? He needs to think this through carefully.

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