Chapter 29 – The Dark Horse Holds the Pass in an Exploratory Battle

It must be said that the Heroes Pavilion’s authority now shines as brightly as the midday sun.

As the current event’s organizer, Tie Feng couldn’t help but ponder repeatedly before finally agreeing to Elder Yan’s seemingly reckless and mad request—like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

For Tie Feng, as long as the competition could be elevated to its peak, why not employ any means necessary!

It could be said that when faced with the choice between a gradual progression and igniting the entire venue, Tie Feng leaned toward the latter. Thus, the two immediately reached an agreement.

In mere moments, the massive screens in the venue suddenly transformed, as did those in the private boxes.

What is Sanshou?

Countless scenes flowed forth one by one, filled with the achievements forged by countless predecessors—all to elevate the status of their respective schools and pass on that profound Martial Arts spirit!

Then, what is Martial Arts?

It is both a physical art and a lethal technique.

She is not confined to a single move or style but instead highlights a vessel from the side—that vessel is Martial Arts!

So the question arises again: Why hold competitions?

The purpose is to remind all Martial Arts practitioners not to forget their roots. As inheritors of Martial Arts, one must shoulder the inherent responsibility and strive to fulfill an obligation…

To compose a unique anthem of national character and cultural heritage, conveying the positive energy within.

With flesh and blood, we can build mountains that span thousands of miles, conveying that we, the practitioners of Martial Arts, should embody a tenacious and striving spirit—not swayed by material gains or personal sorrows, but renowned for our breadth and depth.

She is both a symbol and a mission that we, as the foundation, must carry.

Tie Feng stepped forward at the right moment, his voice tearing through the air: “We practice Martial Arts not merely to win, but also to awaken ourselves—to the awareness a warrior must always uphold!”

As his words faded, he set down the microphone.

Tie Feng then performed a set of the Motionless Wind and Thunder opening stance right on the spot. His fist techniques were like a dragon, soaring upward the moment they unfolded—Shocking Hundred Li.

Rumble…

The fist wind was relentless, imbued with the roaring force of wind and thunder.

Tie Feng himself moved like a dragon or tiger, his imposing aura awe-inspiring. Every downward press of his legs and arms, every bend of his hand bones, concealed the profound mysteries of Martial Arts.

Tie Feng transformed his flesh and blood into a vessel—the very spirit of Martial Arts!

His movements were domineering, fierce, and extraordinary, causing the entire venue to erupt in excitement.

As Tie Feng retracted his arms, his energy sank into his Dantian. He then ceased his movements and roared, “Now tell me, what have you comprehended?”

The venue fell into a dead silence, yet it secretly ignited the passion of countless youths.

Tie Feng: “Martial Arts can unlock the hidden potential of the human body, yet it is also a gradual process. Only by immersing ourselves in it can we strive unceasingly. No matter how many mountains and obstacles stand in our way, we can tread as if on level ground!”

Then, shifting his tone, he suddenly bellowed: “What are hardships to us? They are trials! What does practicing Martial Arts mean to us? It is inheritance! The inheritance of the Martial Arts spirit!!”

It could be said that as these words concluded, the venue uncontrollably erupted into an uproar.Tie Feng remained expressionless as he continued, “The rules of this competition have changed. Anyone who believes they have the ability may step onto the arena and challenge all contenders. There is only one rule: combat must cease at the first sign of defeat. If any young warrior can defeat three opponents, they may rest for three days before continuing to challenge the eight directions until a champion emerges!!!”

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

At this moment, countless individuals clearly didn’t understand the meaning of reaching the Peak, yet they deeply grasped one thing—the atmosphere was gradually coming alive with vibrant energy.

Numerous outstanding young talents roared with excitement, their fervent cries shaking everyone present!

Some learned Sanshou purely for Sanshou’s sake, others studied Martial Arts for Martial Arts itself, and there were even those who competed simply for the sake of competition—unaware that a single match could conceal such profound implications.

Being young and full of vigor, how could they allow themselves to fall behind others?

Thus, the remaining five hundred competitors all sharpened their gazes, their bodies trembling—not from fear, but from the sheer drive ignited within their very blood.

Even on the arena, Qin Feiyao suddenly erupted into action. His fist strikes carried the roar of dragons and tigers, astonishing all who witnessed them.

Thump, thump, thump…

Like an ancient ape, he finally revealed his true strength, overwhelmingly beating Wu Tian into helpless defense.

As the situation between the two became increasingly clear, the spectators stood transfixed, forgetting everything else.

For their opponents were like the two combatants on the arena—any of these five hundred competitors could be their next adversary.

Moreover, since the championship belonged to only one person, they couldn’t possibly know who their future opponents might be.

One could say that the upcoming matches would become even more intense!

Ye Kuang shared this sentiment. Though he hadn’t yet fully comprehended the essence of Martial Arts spirit, he couldn’t deny that he had already touched the tip of this profound iceberg.

The blood in his veins grew increasingly fervent, making it difficult to restrain his desire to compete with these heroes.

There was no particular reason for this. Even if not for the championship throne, he would still fight with his last ounce of strength for his original purpose.

Just then, the outcome on the stage was announced!

It was Qin Feiyao with his Heavenly Qilin Arm who emerged victorious.

But instead of leaving the arena, Qin Feiyao gazed at all the competitors present, his expression unchanged throughout, like a spark ready to ignite the entire venue!

This silent declaration of attitude also silently issued a challenge: Those who disagree, come forth and fight!

Even if surrounded by enemies on all sides, he would not hesitate!

At this moment, everyone shared the same thought—they desired to battle across the four directions.

What appeared to be a competition among the younger generation actually extended to determining heroes through Martial Arts across the land.

Across the twenty arenas, people gradually began stepping onto the platforms.

Each maintained silence, yet their sharp eyes eloquently defined what courage meant.

Ye Kuang too began feeling the urge to move, but he suppressed that impulse, choosing instead to observe the fighting styles from all directions.

Yes, observe!

The present competitors were truly exceptional individuals, each possessing their own Ultimate Skills—how could he miss this rare opportunity?

His eyes subtly absorbed everything, and his powerful memory played a crucial role here.

He could actually imprint the various fighting styles directly into the depths of his mind, gradually absorbing and transforming them into his own.A peculiar phenomenon became strikingly evident—as he forcibly absorbed various boxing techniques, his heart, ears, and eyes seemed to awaken an unknown ability.

His inner world gradually began to simulate martial arts!

Ye Kuang was as if immersed in the scene, transforming into both combatants, executing and countering moves from different angles, then engaging in offense and defense with varying intensities…

His martial arts had transcended physical combat, evolving into a virtual confrontation.

The world in his ears gradually fell silent.

Only the clamor of the fierce competition remained—movements like thunder, roars like dragon cries shattering through the silence, leaving him utterly captivated.

The world in his eyes underwent an equally earth-shattering transformation!

Everything he saw flowed like a gentle stream, soothing his heart and enabling rapid growth…

Ye Kuang was advancing toward the ultimate path at an astonishing pace.

For three hours, his posture remained unchanged, standing firm in place!

His mind operated like a high-speed computer, refining countless boxing styles and kicking techniques into his own, fully assimilating them.

When Ye Kuang closed his eyes, he began absorbing the essence of all things.

Transforming myriad martial skills into his Universe in Palm, composing a battle hymn destined to shake the eight directions.

To identify any flaws, he had to perfect his shortcomings through actual combat.

Thus, he moved!

His silhouette appeared solitary yet courageous, unlike anything before.

From his very form, countless dragon-like shadows surged, visible in his aura and spirit.

To explore the deeper meaning of martial arts, he had to create his own glory.

Thud!

At that moment, a figure heavily landed at Ye Kuang’s feet!

“Who’s next?”

Ye Kuang followed the voice and saw Luo Xie, the Nether Ghost Hand ranked twenty-fifth.

This man was imposing and formidable—if one had to describe him, “burly” would be the only fitting word.

Simultaneously, Luo Xie locked eyes with Ye Kuang, hooked a finger, and sneered coldly, “Dark Horse? Heh… You seem unconvinced by me. You’re the last one—dare to step up and fight!”

Without a word, Ye Kuang expressionlessly strode forward.

This scene instantly drew a web of astonished gazes.

It could be said that Ye Kuang’s presence was the wild card of this tournament.

So far, his true strength remained concealed, keeping the audience intensely focused on him.

Even Tie Feng, the organizer’s representative, felt the same—frankly, he held great expectations for this young man!

If he could dominate from beyond the top five hundred to the top fifty, how would he fare from fifty to twenty-five?

Undeniably, this was the question on everyone’s mind!

Seeing this, Tie Feng paid due respect and declared, “The tournament boils down to victory and defeat. I believe the upcoming match will bring everyone immense surprises. Let us wait and see…”

Before his words faded, he suddenly roared, “But here, there is no victory or defeat—only the struggle of martial arts, the contest of fists and palms. Dragon or tiger? Let the Dark Horse face the Ghost Hand!”