Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 70: Seizing Fortune

"Speak. What is it you’ve come to see me about?"

The young man kneeling on the floor spoke slowly.

But Fukuda Hideyuki seemed not to have heard him. He stared blankly at the mosquito corpse, split in two on his finger. The more he thought about the details, the more he felt an indescribable terror.

Just now, the moment he entered the room, Du Bian Shengtian had clearly been sitting with his back to him. Furthermore, there was almost no gap between the time he opened the door and the time the other man drew his blade. How on earth did he detect the mosquito’s presence and so precisely pinpoint its location?

"I said, what is it you want?"

Du Bian Shengtian said in the language of Tianhe Country, his voice now tinged with a hint of displeasure.

Fukuda Hideyuki finally snapped out of his daze and hurriedly said, "It’s all been arranged with the consulate. Starting today, you have been granted status with the Tianhe Consulate. You can do whatever you want now."

"Is that so? I understand."

Du Bian Shengtian nodded slightly, his eyes still closed.

"Are you the only one who came to Donghua this time?"

Fukuda Hideyuki asked.

"Not just me. It’s just that I happen to be in Guangpu."

Du Bian Shengtian said flatly.

"Why did the higher-ups send you all over this time? Even with official status, this is extremely dangerous. Let alone the entire Donghua Country, even this Guangpu City is now filled with hidden masters."

Fukuda Hideyuki said with a frown.

"One reason is that this is a golden opportunity. The Donghua Martial Arts Realm wants to cultivate Saint Awakening masters, which is why this Southern Fighting Tournament was created. Since ancient times, Donghua has always been renowned for its flourishing Martial Dao. Even now, capable and extraordinary individuals emerge endlessly. A Saint Awakening Powerhouse is bound to appear in this tournament. This is the destiny of Donghua Country."

"But destiny is not set in stone. As the saying goes, ’the leopard cat switches out the Crown Prince.’ It’s still unknown who this destiny will ultimately favor. We have come this time precisely to seize Donghua’s destiny. I imagine there are quite a few Martial Artists from the surrounding nations with the same idea. This land is only going to get more lively."

"Another reason is that the Donghua Martial Arts Realm has opposed our Tianhe Martial Arts Realm since the old era. Saint Awakening is a terrifying realm. If the Donghua Martial Arts Realm truly achieves its goal, it will shatter a certain balance and deal a massive blow to the Martial Arts Realm back home."

"I’ve received some faint intelligence... the world might be facing another turning point. Human power is no longer insignificant, and the Saint Awakening Realm may become the key."

"We have come this time not only to seize the destiny of the Donghua Martial Arts Realm, but also to kill Donghua’s Martial Artists and extinguish Donghua’s fighting spirit!"

Du Bian Shengtian spoke flatly, his words filled with a bloody, terrifying aura.

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「The next day.」

Zhou Yuanjue’s left shoulder was wrapped in thick bandages. After the surgery, he needed to rest for at least ten more days. During this downtime, he couldn’t engage in any strenuous exercise, or it would delay his recovery. Therefore, his physical training had to be temporarily halted, and his participation in the fighting tournament was also paused.

However, he had gained immensely from his battle with He Runlin, achieving breakthroughs in his mind, body, and Fist Technique. He needed some time anyway to properly sort through his progress and current state. This rest period was a good chance to balance work and recovery.

However, while Zhou Yuanjue was resting and recovering from his injury, an uninvited guest arrived at the Ji Po Jue Arena.

Ji Po Jue Arena, Ring One, fifth match.

In the arena, another ten-man Square Array appeared, all uniformly dressed in black Martial Arts Uniforms. The Martial Artists in the array were all broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, their muscles straining against the fabric of their uniforms, making them look like black bears.

"Who is it this time? Ever since that match with He Runlin, why are there so many ’cheering squads’ in the arena?"

"I recognize this sect. It’s the Profound Iron Sect from Nangong Prefecture. They practice a Fist Technique that focuses on Horizontal Cultivation. It’s said that upon reaching Mastery of Fist Techniques, their muscles tighten and their skin becomes as Solid as profound iron, impenetrable to blades and spears. Their defense and Power are terrifying. Although it’s only considered a Second-class Fist Technique because it lacks a Secret Training Technique, they are still quite influential in Nangong Prefecture."

"The one competing this time should be the current chief of their school, Fang Hengchao. He’s probably already reached Mastery of the Profound Iron Sect’s Fist Technique. I heard he once captured a fierce tiger alive, and its claws couldn’t even scratch his skin. He’s only Level 1 in Martial Arts Level because he registered late."

"That terrifying? Who’s unlucky enough to be up against him tonight?"

"I think his name is... Bian Shengtian? The surname Bian? That’s a rare name."

"..."

The match hadn’t even started, but the crowd was already buzzing with discussion.

Perhaps spurred on by the duel between Zhou Yuanjue and He Runlin, the Ji Po Jue Arena was now packed to the rafters almost every day, with not an empty seat in the house.

DING DING DING!!

Just then, the bell signaling the start of the match rang. The iron gates at both ends of the arena rose high, and two figures walked into the ring.

One man was a towering figure with an extremely muscular build. His skin had a faint dark tint, and his mere presence exuded an intense, oppressive aura. This was Fang Hengchao of the Profound Iron Sect.

On the other side, his opponent stood about six-foot-one, with a large, slanted cross-shaped scar on his left cheek. His eyes were completely placid, his body utterly relaxed. He looked perfectly ordinary, to the point that one could barely feel his presence.

He had hidden everything away.

For a master like him, being ordinary was the most extraordinary thing of all.

At this moment, the Eldest Brother of the Seven Spirits Sect appeared once again in the arena’s control room. Through the one-way glass, his eyes were fixed on Du Bian Shengtian outside.

"So that’s the guy?"

The Eldest Brother of the Seven Spirits Sect asked the arena managers on either side of him.

"Yes, that’s him. The successor to Tianhe Country’s Killing Life Iaido Style. He’s recognized as one of the top ten young Martial Artists in Tianhe Country. He currently holds a position at the Tianhe Consulate. His purpose in coming to Guangpu is definitely not simple."

One of the managers, dressed in a sharp suit, whispered to the Eldest Brother of the Seven Spirits Sect.

"It’s not just us. In the arenas of the other seven sects, foreign faces have started to appear over the last couple of days. And these people all hold conspicuous official positions, making it impossible to cause trouble for them openly. This means they haven’t come with good intentions."

Another manager said.

"I figured as much. With an opportunity this good, some characters were bound to take advantage. And now the ghouls and goblins have arrived, haven’t they?"

A cold smirk played on the lips of the Seven Spirits Sect’s Eldest Brother.

"Should we... team up with the other seven sects to stop them from competing?"

One of the managers asked.

"No need. They’re just jumping clowns. The Southern Martial Arts Realm has put on such a grand event; are we supposed to act like cowards hiding in our shells? If they’ve come to exchange pointers and compete with the heart of seeking the Dao, I’d welcome them. But if they’ve come with other ideas..."

"For every one that comes, I’ll kill one."

The Eldest Brother of the Seven Spirits Sect said flatly.