"It seems that this mundane martial arts has some merits."

Zhong Shenxiu watched the tournament battle with a contemplative expression on his face.

Such secular martial arts start from integrating the entire body's strength, transition from overt to covert, and finally reach transformation, thus can be called a generation Grandmaster.

Martial arts reach here, but no further.

However, a martial arts Grandmaster in the transformative stage, if faced with a Jianghu Mage who knows only a few trivial arts, or a regular cultivator with low Daoist skills, who wins or loses is really hard to say.

After all, the flaws in the sinister arts of the outer way are large; if you know the details and find something to break the spell, even ordinary people can easily break them.

And disciples with very low skill may not be as proficient in the art of life-and-death combat as martial artists, possibly losing their spirit once they engage.

But despite this, for cultivators to look down on martial artists is quite normal.

Who let martial masters have no path after transformation?

Moreover, practicing martial arts cannot extend one's life; rather, due to great consumption, young practitioners are left with hidden injuries, making them die even younger...

'Come to think of it... I was once a Martial Arts Grandmaster myself...the level of this world is very high, martial arts... are not without a path forward!'

...

On the arena, Huang Yuanba took a punch, his figure was in a mess, pushed to the verge of defeat.

'This person is not right!'

He knew this but had no way to prove it, nor did he want to surrender, struggling to support himself.

Blood slowly dripped down, almost obscuring his vision...

At this moment, he seemed to hear a faint cicada chirping by his ear.

"Martial Arts Peak, above transformation..."

"Refine essence into Qi... one breath of vital Qi, helps me rise to the heavens!"

Huang Yuanba heard an odd transmission that seemed like a song but wasn't, seemed like an incantation but wasn't, and before his eyes, a strange existence appeared.

Golden light!

Everywhere is golden light!

Within a sea of gold, a vague chrysalis seems to be gestating, emitting clear and brilliant cicada chirps!

Cicada!

Cicada!

In the blink of an eye.

Thoughts circled thousands of times, reality passed in an instant.

Huang Yuanba dodged another left hook from Lu Bu, stepped back, and took a deep breath.

Within his chest, an inexplicable 'breath' suddenly emerged!

'This is...'Golden Cicada Qi'!'

'One breath of Golden Cicada Qi, sends me above the clouds!'

'Did I unknowingly receive teachings from an expert?'

Huang Yuanba's eyes lit up, and the Golden Cicada Qi in his chest began to circulate.

Cicada!

Cicada!

Suddenly, poignant cicada chirps echoed from the arena.

"Like the piteous cry of cicadas... grasp the mystery of life and death!"

The shimmering light on the weak cicada wings flowed back and forth on Huang Yuanba's body, and he subconsciously posed a peculiar starting punch.

Cicada!

Once again the cicada chirps, only becoming extraordinarily miserable.

A figure brushed past Lu Bu, with golden luminous threads seemingly on its fingernails.

Huang Yuanba stood behind Lu Bu, exhaled a long breath.

Splatter!

Lu Bu's body split open with blood, as if executed by lingchi, a large amount of fresh blood flowed out, dying a gruesome death...

"Winner... winner... Huang Yuanba!"

The Western referee stood stunned, before stammering to announce after Huang Yuanba glared at him.

"Damn! The Taixi King actually lost!"

"Go die!"

"I must have been blind to bet on you!"

Red-eyed gamblers tore their bet tickets and threw them into the field, like snowflakes drifting.

More citizens of Great Zhou cheered: "Well fought! Show those foreign devils our might!"

"Beautifully done!"

"Huang Yuanba truly worthy of being Jinling's number one back then!"

...

In the midst of the bustle, a wide-bellied man in a suit suddenly took a white-tin-iron wrapped megaphone to the arena, loudly saying, "Everyone, please quiet down, quiet down!"

"What? Mr. Edson, do you want to renege?"

Huang Yuanba angrily retorted.

"No, no, no!"

The host of the tournament, also the hidden owner of the casino, Edson, shook his head, loudly saying, "I suspect you violated the competition rules... poor Lu Bu, he declared a challenge against Eastern Martial Master, but you... are already a Transcendent!"

"Humph!"

Huang Yuanba clenched his fist, making his bones crack loudly: "I, Huang Yuanba, have never cultivated, the folks of Jinling can testify, do you want to twist facts?"

Indeed, in Huang Yuanba's mind, Golden Cicada Qi was not cultivation but a hopeful advancement in martial arts.

So, he was still a martial master, not a cultivator!

"This was personally identified by the expert I hired, Mr. Billson." Edson declared loudly, "Mr. Billson, please come to the stage..."

...

"What's happening? This fat man can't take a loss?"

Qin Weiyin felt somewhat strange.

"The bookmaker never loses, it's only a matter of making more or less. This fat man is anxious, probably because he himself gambled against the bettors, resulting in a big upset, lost and went red-eyed..."

Zhong Shenxiu sneered.

At this moment, changes occurred again on the arena.

"Edson... you indulged Taixi fighters in beating and crippling many Eastern Martial Masters, today I've won and you're causing trouble, do you really think us Eastern Martial Artists have no temper?"

Huang Yuanba roared, one breath of Golden Cicada Qi circulated, terrifying cicada chirps echoed around.

"Bad!"

Although Billson was a Transcendent, he was skilled at identification and not combat, directly jumped off the arena and ran away.

"Today, I will let you know, martial artists... should not be humiliated!"

Amid countless cicada chirps, Huang Yuanba slapped Edson's right cheek with a big hand, spinning his neck a few times, clearly not surviving.

"Humph!"

Huang Yuanba glanced around, before the foreigners could react, snorted coldly, turned into an afterimage, and rushed into the alley...

...

"Let's go, there's more excitement to watch."

Zhong Shenxiu said gleefully.

The [Golden Cicada Qi] was indeed deduced by him from [Ran Ruo Cicada Transformation], a method converting Dao to martial arts, passed to Huang Yuanba.

A martial master with [Golden Cicada Qi] truly has the capital to rival Transcendents.

But, the cost still exists.

For example, at the beginning of practice, one must be celibate, avoiding contact with women.

And if one successfully masters it, transforming oneself with [Golden Cicada Qi],perhaps they will gradually become the kin of the [Cicada King].

If luck is bad, being swallowed by the opponent in one bite is also highly possible.

"Just watch and see if generations of martial artists can find the hidden gate I left, using magic to counter magic... ultimately to oppose the [Cicada King]…"

The master and servant left Ten Miles of Foreign Market, the sky was already darkening.

Zhong Shenxiu arrived outside Jinling City, quietly waiting.

Soon, he witnessed a battle.

The ones taking action were from Tai Sui Society, and the one being pursued was Huang Yuanba!

"This person is also unlucky, with his current martial skills, if in a world without magic, one disagreement could lead to blood spilled within five steps, killing the tyrant above and slaying the treacherous minister below...even the Emperor would worry if his head might relocate overnight for offending him."

But in this highly transcendent world, a transcendent martial master amounts to nothing... merely the backlash from Tai Sui Society chasing only for thirty percent profit is barely bearable...

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