Gao Wuming: From Dockworker to Physical Achievement

"So it's Master Liu."

Chen Yi twisted his neck and loosened his muscles.

He wasn't a member of the good fighting team, but fighting these bone-forging martial artists excited him somewhat.

Unfortunately, even when the opponents ganged up on him, they couldn't let him experience the limits of his current strength.

He was really upset that he had to admit defeat before the game was even over.

The martial artist who now made him feel threatened appeared, but Chen Yi found that he had no intention of avoiding him.

Of course, he wasn't a warmonger, but his body was itching to try it out, and his fingers were getting hot; he really wanted to give it a shot.

"The Martial Arts Association was supposed to be the face of the Tianhai martial arts world. I thought I could find my opponent here, but I didn't expect that there wasn't a single person who could fight me."

Chen Yi spoke to Liu Hong as if complaining.

His words caused the martial artists on both sides of the ring to turn pale and then red, but they had no way to refute them.

Because no one can really beat Chen Yi.

They couldn't even force Chen Yi to reveal his true abilities.

If you are not as skilled as others, you can only swallow this humiliation.

After all, in the martial arts world, the strong are respected, and the strong are meant to humiliate the weak; they all agree on this point.

In response to Chen Yi's complaint, Liu Hong smiled and said, "Many martial arts masters only have the pursuit of a higher level of martial arts in their hearts. Martial arts competitions are not a very important thing. It is normal that no masters come."

Those bone-forging martial artists on the arena who had preserved their dignity by admitting defeat all showed an unnatural expression upon hearing Liu Hong's words.

Outside, they are always respectfully addressed as "Master So-and-so" or "Master So-and-so".

However, Liu Hong categorized him as "not a master," which was a disappointment.

However, Liu Hong is a dirty martial arts master, while Chen Yi, although a bone forging master, possesses combat strength that is beyond human comprehension.

Both of them have the right to say that everyone here is trash.

So all I could do was give an awkward but polite smile.

"Oh? It seems the real masters of the martial arts world haven't come."

Liu Hong's words invigorated Chen Yi.

He had seen in the newspaper that Master Huo had persuaded the fleet to back down and negotiate.

He guessed that the masters in the martial arts world were incredibly powerful.

However, the people he encountered at the Martial Arts Association were the kind of guys he could easily kill with a flick of his wrist.

This somewhat disappointed him, as he had high hopes for a master.

But Liu Hong's words rekindled his hope.

It turns out that none of the masters have come; the martial arts world has great potential.

"I wonder if Master Liu is considered a master?" Chen Yi asked Liu Hong suddenly.

Liu Hongdao said, "I wouldn't call myself a true master, but among martial artists active in the martial arts world, I can be considered a master. What, Brother Chen, would you like to test your skills against me?"

Chen Yi smiled sheepishly: "I did have that idea, but Master Liu is getting old, I don't know if he'll still be able to do it."

Liu Hongdao said, "Brother Chen, you probably don't know about the higher realms of Bone Forging, such as Skin Refining and Bone Forging. When you reach a certain age, your internal organs will indeed age, your blood and qi will decline, and your martial arts will also greatly regress."

However, this doesn't apply to those who have reached the age of "training dirt" (a euphemism for death). Only in the year or two following a natural death will their martial arts skills decline rapidly.

Chen Yi asked, "So, Master Liu can still fight?"

Liu Hong smiled and nodded: "Yes."

"Then please give us some pointers, Master Liu? Of course, we'll stop here."

"Can."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Liu Hong's fist rapidly enlarged in Chen Yi's field of vision.

Chen Yi immediately raised his hand to block, but Liu Hong seemed to know what was going on, and suddenly turned his fist, which landed heavily on Chen Yi's chest.

Chen Yi immediately felt a dull pain in his chest.

This punch broke through the resistance level 2 and the reduction of external force, causing some damage to him.

However, this dull pain quickly disappeared as Qi and Blood 2 recovered.

After throwing one punch, Liu Hong did not stop, but continued to throw punches.

This time, Chen Yi focused solely on his opponent's fist, trying to anticipate possible attack directions.

Liu Hong's fist struck his abdomen, and Chen Yi immediately blocked it.

However, halfway through the attack, he changed tactics and rushed towards his chest.

"I've been waiting for you to change." Chen Yi was prepared and grabbed his fist at his chest.

Then, he felt pain on his face.

It wasn't the chest, but the face.

"His fighting style is better than mine? No, I have mastered all the fighting styles to perfection, and the experience stored in my mind is comparable to that of a martial artist who has experienced decades of combat. Even if there is a difference, it shouldn't be this big."

Chen Yi's mind raced.

But I can't figure out why.

"Never mind, let's trade injuries for injuries."

He abandoned his thoughts, realizing that the dirty martial arts master had only caused him dull pain and had not completely broken through his external skills.

Then let's face it head-on.

He ignored Liu Hong's attack and punched Liu Hong with both fists.

Just as the fist was about to touch Liu Hong's body, the other party simply moved slightly and dodged the attack.

But his fist still landed on Chen Yi's body.

What followed was this scene.

Chen Yi threw punches at Liu Hong repeatedly, but Liu Hong dodged each punch with minimal movement.

Liu Hong's fists, however, landed hard on Chen Yi's body every time.

The dull thud of fists colliding tells you how powerful the punch was.

If it were imprinted on a Bone Forging Martial Artist, the result would basically be that their body would fly backward, smash through the walls of the venue, and leave long marks on the ground.

Chen Yi abandoned his attack and tried to defend, but he couldn't defend even once.

Chen Yi tried to trade blows, but he couldn't touch his opponent and was still being hit repeatedly.

It's absolutely unbearable.

On both sides of the arena, the martial arts masters watched the entire process of Chen Yi being unilaterally beaten.

Liu Hong didn't make any exaggerated moves; he simply used close-range, fast-paced attacks, which left Chen Yi unable to parry or retaliate.

"Is this what a dirty martial artist is like? Chen Yi, who could defeat a bone-forging martial artist in one move, can only take a beating."

"I think it's because their fighting style was completely outmatched. Sometimes, simply improving your martial arts level isn't enough; your fighting style is also very important."

"Are you kidding me? If Chen Yi's fighting style wasn't good, how could he have defeated so many Bone Forging Martial Masters?"

"It's just overwhelming power. Sigh, a power monster."

"Since you know so much, may I ask what your martial arts level is?"

"Just because you're good at skin retouching doesn't mean you have to be the best yourself to evaluate a fighting style. Your eyesight is several levels higher than your skill level, you understand?"

"Let's give it a try."

"Wait, I..."

On the fighting stage, Chen Yi and Liu Hong began to fight.

In the audience, the martial arts masters who were arguing suddenly started fighting on their own.

As time went by, doubts began to grow in the hearts of the martial arts performers in the audience.

They watched Chen Yi on the arena.

Mingming was constantly being punched, the thuds sounding like meatballs being pounded.

His body swayed backward as he was being hit.

But it just won't fall.