The Limit Martial Arts Hall was the former Flying Crane Martial Arts Hall.
Now it was bustling with clamor. Countless people came drawn by its reputation to register, eager to become students of the Limit Martial Arts Hall and practice the Limit Martial Dao style.
Three days had passed since Lu Changsheng kicked down the doors of the Bear Hugging Martial Arts Hall.
Facts proved that Lu Changsheng had underestimated the internet.
Or rather, he had not expected a live stream and a video clip on the internet to ferment to such an extent in just a few days.
Simply put, Lu Changsheng went viral.
The Limit Martial Dao style went viral as well.
Across the internet, supporters of traditional martial arts and proponents of the Limit Martial Dao style engaged in fierce arguments.
This in turn ignited the entire web.
With the internet ignited came a flood of web traffic.
This prompted a multitude of people to come to the Pan City Limit Martial Arts Hall to register and learn the Limit Martial Dao.
Naturally, Lu Changsheng turned nobody away.
As for the venue shortage, that was even simpler.
The Bear Hugging Martial Arts Hall had shuttered its doors, and the Limit Martial Arts Hall took it over, transforming it overnight into a branch hall of the Limit Martial Arts Hall.
In fact, it was not just the Bear Hugging Martial Arts Hall.
The Limit Martial Arts Hall also leased numerous venues to serve as branches.
In just a few days, the Limit Martial Arts Hall expanded at an explosive rate, becoming arguably the largest martial arts hall in all of Pan City.
Yet this was still not enough—far from enough!
"Style Master, this is a statement just issued by the Pan City Martial Dao Association."
"The Pan City Martial Dao Association released a public announcement rebuking our Limit Martial Arts Hall and denouncing you, Style Master, for disrupting the market and damaging the image of martial arts. They demand that our Limit Martial Arts Hall immediately cease our infringement upon traditional martial arts and make an open apology! Otherwise, the Martial Dao Association will impose penalties on our Limit Martial Arts Hall."
At that moment, Senior Sister Xiang approached Lu Changsheng to report the situation.
"Penalties?"
"What kind of penalties could the Pan City Martial Dao Association possibly impose on us?"
"Will they force us to close our doors and suspend operations, or will they arrest us and throw us in prison?"
Lu Changsheng chuckled.
The so-called Martial Dao Association was essentially a non-governmental organization.
It was composed of individuals from within the martial arts circle.
It served as a neutral body for mediating disputes.
It possessed neither law enforcement authority nor punitive power.
Whatever so-called penalty it had amounted to nothing more than stern words of censure.
Senior Sister Xiang took a deep breath and said softly, "Style Master, over the past three days, several agencies have come to investigate our Limit Martial Arts Hall. It was almost certainly arranged by the people from the Martial Dao Association."
"The Martial Dao Association indeed has no authority to penalize us, but its members possess deep connections across many sectors and broad networks of influence. They will stir up trouble for us constantly. When that happens, it might truly impact the operation of the Limit Martial Arts Hall."
"Do you think our actions were perhaps too extreme?"
Lately, Senior Sister Xiang had been assisting her master, Fei Qianliu, in managing the affairs of the Limit Martial Arts Hall.
She was acutely aware that the Limit Martial Arts Hall seemed to be targeted.
Operating across Pan City had become extremely difficult.
Even opening a single branch hall proved extraordinarily troublesome.
Currently, the branch venues had not even secured their proper paperwork.
Matters were deliberately delayed, and their permits remained unissued.
If this dragged on, the branches would inevitably be raided and shut down, which would spell immense trouble for the Limit Martial Arts Hall as well.
Clearly, this was a counterattack from the martial arts circle.
"How ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous."
"A counterattack from a pack of martial artists actually relies on pulling strings and exerting pressure through social connections."
"Instead of dispatching top fighters to beat me to death or sending experts to kick down our doors, the martial arts circle's counterstrike consists of mobilizing personal networks to force the Limit Martial Arts Hall to close down?"
"These martial artists have rotted to the core..."
Lu Changsheng shook his head.
He felt deeply disappointed.
A bunch of decadent, corrupt martial artists who had long since lost the courage and martial spirit of true warriors.
Their so-called martial arts had degraded into nothing more than a tool for chasing profit.
"Style Master, what should we do now?" Senior Sister Xiang asked.
Although only a short time had passed, "Lu Yuan" had undeniably become the pillar and guiding spirit of the Limit Martial Arts Hall.
"They have lost the martial spirit of a warrior, but we cannot lose ours."
"A martial artist's affairs must still be settled through a martial artist's ways."
"Go. In the name of the Limit Martial Arts Hall, issue a challenge letter to every martial arts hall in Pan City that has more than fifty students."
"Mm, if there are any sects, include them as well."
"Inform them that in one month, I will challenge all of them."
"Tell them to prepare well. One month from now, I will permit all of them to come at me together. If they can beat me to death fairly and openly on the fighting ring, then the Limit Martial Dao style will cease to exist, and everything will return to normal."
Lu Changsheng's words sent a violent jolt through Senior Sister Xiang's heart.
"Style Master, you... you mean let them all come at once?"
Senior Sister Xiang was thoroughly stunned.
Fight them all together?
Just how many people would that be?
Ten? Twenty?
Or perhaps thirty, or fifty?
One had to realize that Pan City was home to countless martial arts halls of every size, and there were several dozen halls with more than fifty students alone.
Among those dozens of martial arts halls, just how many hidden force or even transforming force martial artists were there?
This was simply... sheer madness.
Two fists could not rival four hands.
A flurry of chaotic punches could batter even an old master to death.
Against overwhelming numbers, Lu Yuan would certainly be at a colossal disadvantage.
Facing dozens of hidden force masters, even pellet force masters would choose to take a detour, and astral force masters would exhaust themselves to death.
Lu Yuan's proposal was far too insane.
It was practically seeking his own death.
Seeing the shock etched on Senior Sister Xiang's face, Lu Changsheng chuckled.
In a calm tone, he said, "What is the Limit Martial Dao style? It is striving to seek the limits of the human body, and even shattering those human limits."
"If we cannot even handle a mere rabble of useless gluttons who have lost their martial spirit, how can the Limit Martial Dao speak of replacing force-cultivating martial dao? And how could it ever break through human limits?"
"Go. Deliver the challenge letters to those martial arts halls in Pan City exactly as I have instructed."
"In fact, the Limit Martial Arts Hall can vigorously promote this news. Make as massive a spectacle out of this as possible!"
"One month from now, I want Pan City to resound with only one single voice—that of the Limit Martial Dao!"
With that, Lu Changsheng closed his eyes.
Senior Sister Xiang hesitated no longer and respectfully withdrew.
Before long, martial arts halls large and small throughout Pan City received a challenge letter.
A challenge letter issued in the name of the Limit Martial Arts Hall.
It set a date one month later, where Lu Yuan, Master of the Limit Martial Dao style, would challenge all martial artists of Pan City at or above the hidden force realm.
Whether there were ten or a hundred, they could all come at him together.
The moment this challenge letter was issued, it immediately shook Pan City's entire martial arts circle.
Nor was it confined to Pan City's martial arts circle alone; the challenge letter quickly surfaced on the internet as well.
Furthermore, it exploded in popularity in an instant.
Because the challenge letter bore only four words:
"Come, beat me to death!"
With just these four words, the challenge letter went wildly viral across the entire web.
"Madness! Has this Lu Yuan lost his mind? Challenging dozens or even a hundred hidden force martial artists single-handedly—he's an outright lunatic!"
"Is the Limit Martial Dao style actually a Lunatic Martial Dao style? Challenging every hidden force martial artist in all of Pan City—isn't that just begging for death?"
"This Lu Yuan of the Limit Martial Dao style is remarkably domineering! Taking on the entire Pan City martial arts circle on his own? Even his challenge letter is so outrageously arrogant! Hahaha, if you've got the guts, go beat him to death then!"
"Exactly! Talk all you want about him being arrogant or domineering—if anyone has the guts, just go beat Lu Yuan to death! He made it crystal clear in the challenge letter that if anyone can kill him, he'd welcome it with open arms. Go on!"
"Still, doesn't this also show how confident Lu Yuan is? Is this Limit Martial Dao style he created really that formidable?"
"The son of a neighbor of a distant relative on my aunt's side traveled all the way to the Pan City Limit Martial Arts Hall and signed up to join. It's only been a few days, but he says it's genuinely effective, not just flashy showmanship. Those traditional force-cultivating martial arts are complete weaklings by comparison."
"Yeah, same thing happened with a distant relative of mine..."
Although opinions online were a mixed bag, when it came to a trending topic, the discussions on the web grew deafening.
Now, this single challenge letter from the Limit Martial Arts Hall had ignited the entire internet.
Millions, tens of millions, and even hundreds of millions of netizens refreshed their feeds daily for news regarding the Pan City Limit Martial Arts Hall.
A vast number of spectators who loved a good spectacle even traveled to Pan City specifically to witness this clash of the century.
As a byproduct, tourism across all of Pan City received a tremendous boost.
This time, the attention surrounding Lu Yuan's Limit Martial Dao style was ten, even a hundred times greater than when he had previously kicked down the doors of a martial arts hall and beaten someone to death.
Every day, an endless stream of visitors flocked to the Limit Martial Arts Hall.
This overwhelming publicity utterly terrified the members of the Pan City Martial Dao Association.
They no longer dared to deploy personal connections to harass the Limit Martial Arts Hall.
At this juncture, if even the slightest misfortune befell the Limit Martial Arts Hall, the members of the Martial Dao Association would suffer dire consequences from the public backlash.
Now, the Pan City martial arts circle had only one recourse left.
And that was to pay whatever price necessary to openly and legitimately beat Lu Yuan to death on the fighting ring one month from now!
To rip the Limit Martial Arts Hall out by its very roots!
Therefore, in order to successfully kill Lu Yuan of the Limit Martial Arts Hall, the members of these martial arts halls mobilized every resource at their disposal.
Since Lu Yuan had agreed to let them gang up on him, they abandoned all concern for face for the sake of their survival.
One after another, they drew upon their connections to invite genuinely top-tier martial artists to reinforce them.
Some were peak hidden force masters.
Some were pellet force grandmasters.
Some were battle-hardened veterans.
In short, powerful martial artists entered Pan City one after another.
They had but a single objective.
Beat Lu Yuan to death!
In the blink of an eye, a month slipped by.
The outside world was locked in relentless turmoil.
Even the internet was in an absolute uproar.
Yet none of this disturbed Lu Changsheng in the slightest.
With a simple declaration of "entering seclusion," he shut out all outside noise.
After all, those were merely trivial matters, which he could safely leave to Fei Qianliu and Senior Sister Xiang.
Could any matter possibly be greater than his upcoming challenge against every martial artist in Pan City at or above the hidden force realm?
Consequently, not a soul disturbed Lu Changsheng throughout that entire month.
"It has been over four months since I arrived in the secret world..."
Lu Changsheng opened his eyes.
He tallied the time. Four months had passed, and while he seemed to have done a great deal, he had in truth focused on only one thing.
And that was practicing martial arts!
Yes, practicing martial arts!
To this day, Lu Changsheng still strove to shatter the "limit" and step into the transcendent realm.
Yet it seemed a considerable distance still separated him from the "transcendent."
He brought up his attribute panel to inspect his current condition.
Host: Lu Yuan
Limit Martial Dao Style: Primary Growth (40%)
Without him even realizing it, the primary growth of Lu Changsheng's physical constitution had reached 40% progress.
What did 40% signify?
Although 60% still separated him from the ultimate limit of the human body, an ordinary person of robust build generally only reached around five percent.
Only individuals of extraordinary natural talent, such as those born with innate divine strength, could attain 10% or more.
Yet such people were historic prodigies, seen only once in a century!
Previously, at just 23%, Lu Changsheng had effortlessly battered the hidden force martial artists of the Bear Hugging Martial Arts Hall.
Back then, he had not even come close to unleashing his full strength.
As for his current 40%, Lu Changsheng could only say that he doubted whether any person in this entire world possessed a physical constitution superior to his.
"Style Master, the time has come."
Senior Sister Xiang's voice carried in from outside the door.
Lu Changsheng stood up.
*Creak.*
The door opened, and Lu Changsheng stepped out.
Outside, a large gathering of students from the Limit Martial Arts Hall stood assembled. Clad in matching black martial uniforms, they lined up in neat formation, their eyes brimming with fervent respect as they looked toward Lu Changsheng.
These black martial uniforms had reportedly been designed by a specialist hired by Senior Sister Xiang.
They were distinct from the uniforms worn by traditional force-cultivating martial artists.
They stood in a league of their own, extraordinarily distinctive.
Now, worn by several hundred people in uniform ranks, they exuded an impressive aura.
"Let us depart."
Lu Changsheng wasted no words. Straightforward and decisive, he led his group out of the Limit Martial Arts Hall and walked toward the Pan City Square.
The Limit Martial Arts Hall had designated the Pan City Square as the arena site.
Because the square was spacious.
It could accommodate a vast audience.
Moreover, a larger arena gave Lu Changsheng ample room to maneuver and dodge, allowing him space to engage his opponents.
Otherwise, in a cramped ring, with dozens or a hundred people jammed together rushing him all at once, none of his techniques could be brought to bear.
"They're here! It's the people from the Limit Martial Arts Hall."
"What a soaring aura! Even though those students have only practiced for a few days, their bearing is entirely transformed."
"If they train for a bit longer, just look at their builds—the sheer presence is oppressive."
"Indeed, every one of them is a mountain of muscle. Who would dare look down on such frames?"
"They say the Limit Martial Dao comprehensively enhances the physical constitution, and judging by this, the rumors are true. Could traditional force-cultivating martial arts really be nothing more than flashy showmanship?"
Around the square, most of the onlookers were simply there for the spectacle.
Many of them knew nothing about martial artists.
Force-cultivating martial artists or the Limit Martial Dao—they understood neither.
They had rushed to Pan City and gathered near the square purely to enjoy the show.
When they saw the students of the Limit Martial Arts Hall in their uniform black martial attire, broad-backed and thick-waisted, exuding the raw dominance of muscle, the sheer aura alone made their eyes light up.
In contrast, on the side of the force-cultivating martial masters, the fighters wore all sorts of peculiar outfits and possessed varying body types.
From their physiques alone, one could not tell who was stronger.
Nor did they project any particularly terrifying presence.
Before the fighting had even begun, their side had already fallen behind in momentum.
"Hmph, the people from the Limit Martial Arts Hall certainly have impressive looks."
"Indeed. With builds like that, it's a pity they aren't opening a fitness gym—why bother practicing martial arts?"
"If being bigger and having more muscle made you stronger, what would be the point of a martial arts match? We could just measure sizes and compare bulk."
Several people among the force-cultivating martial masters fired back immediately.
Hearing these words, many onlookers felt there was indeed some truth to them.
Yet what was the reality?
In truth, even force-cultivating martial masters yearned to find disciples with superior physical gifts.
Particularly those born with innate divine strength—once they cultivated force, their natural power and force complemented each other, yielding terrifying strength.
Some martial artists even felt that if the Limit Martial Dao style could be combined with traditional martial arts, it would be even better.
Using the Limit Martial Dao style to reinforce the physical constitution, followed by cultivating force to bring combat techniques to supreme perfection.
Yet such thoughts were mere pipe dreams.
Lu Changsheng had never entertained such an idea.
The reason was simple: why waste time on cultivating force?
Even when force cultivation was pursued to its very end, one still could not step into the transcendent realm.
But the Limit Martial Dao was different.
It held the promise of entering the transcendent.
The two could not even be mentioned in the same breath.
Still, empty talk accomplished nothing.
One had to fight.
Only after a battle would everyone know who was truly stronger.
In fact, a mere fight was not enough.
He had to beat his opponents into utter submission!
Right now, Lu Changsheng prepared to beat Pan City's martial arts circle into submission first.
Lu Changsheng reached the square and strode directly into the arena.
With a swift rip, he tore off his outer jacket.
He revealed a body of chiseled, robust muscle.
Paired with his towering height, from a distance he resembled a small giant, radiating visual pressure that sent an involuntary shiver through the hearts of many onlookers.
One glance told anyone that this man was a ruthless figure.
"He is Lu Yuan, the founder of the Limit Martial Dao style?"
"That's right, he is Lu Yuan. A few months ago, he couldn't even pass the first round of the Martial Dao Tournament and was nearly beaten to death by a Meridian Severing Fist practitioner. Who would have thought he'd turn misfortune into a blessing, suddenly achieve enlightenment, create the Limit Martial Dao, and reach this point today?"
"Did the martial master who nearly killed Lu Yuan at the tournament step onto the ring?"
"He did! He's right among that crowd of martial masters—Zhao Jie, the Meridian Severing Fist martial master!"
"Zhao Jie? He's actually on the ring? Let's see if he can still severely injure Lu Yuan, or even beat him to death!"
Many people turned their gazes toward Zhao Jie.
Anyone who had looked into Lu Yuan's background likely knew of this peculiar anecdote.
Namely, that Zhao Jie had nearly killed Lu Yuan, which in turn spurred Lu Yuan's "enlightenment" and led him to create the Limit Martial Dao style!
Every time Lu Yuan was mentioned, Zhao Jie was doomed to serve as a humiliating background prop.
Yet the crux was that Zhao Jie was the victor.
What had he done wrong?
Was his mistake simply failing to finish Lu Yuan off?
On the ring, Zhao Jie glared fixedly at Lu Yuan.
His emotions were deeply tangled.
Back then, he had struck on a casual whim, never expecting that a minor nobody he had almost beaten to death would suddenly vault into becoming the founder of the Limit Martial Dao style.
Lu Yuan had become the most celebrated figure in Pan City's entire martial arts circle.
In contrast, despite being the victor, Zhao Jie had been reduced to a laughingstock in the background.
From time to time, people looked at him with strange expressions.
This left Zhao Jie suffocating with suppressed rage.
*I don't need to prove how strong I am.*
*I just refuse to believe that someone I once crushed could create the Limit Martial Dao style!*
*If I could defeat you once, I can defeat you twice...*
Zhao Jie seethed inwardly.
Yet Lu Changsheng paid him no attention whatsoever.
In fact, he did not even care who "Zhao Jie" was.
Lu Changsheng genuinely had no interest in knowing the identity of the person who had nearly "killed" the previous owner of this body.
Lu Changsheng stood quietly on the square.
Grinning broadly, he spoke aloud, "Come on up, all of you! Today's ring will determine not just victory, but life and death!"
"With so many of you, once I start fighting, I won't be holding back."
"Let me see just how much capability you force-cultivating martial masters truly possess!"
"Make sure you don't disappoint me..."
Lu Changsheng parted his mouth wide in a grin that was genuinely chilling to behold.
Yet his arrogant declaration incensed the force-cultivating martial masters.
"Lu Yuan, you are far too insolent!"
"Martial artists cultivating force has been passed down for untold generations! How dare a young pup in his twenties boast about martial arts? You even went so far as to make up some Limit Martial Dao—utterly preposterous! Today, we will show you what true martial arts are!"
"Well said! What Limit Martial Dao? It's nothing more than a gang of meatheads! Martial arts are profound and extensive with ancient heritage—it is not something to be understood by brutes who only know how to build muscle and pick fights!"
"Our martial arts—"
Someone tried to speak further, but Lu Changsheng had already run out of patience.
"You waste too many words. Is this all the people coming onto the ring?"
"Once you step onto the ring, life and death are out of our hands!"
"Are you all prepared to be beaten to death by me?"
Lu Changsheng's gaze grew cold and severe, and the entire square gradually fell silent.
The final count tallied one hundred and thirteen martial masters on the ring.
In other words, Lu Changsheng's opponents were one hundred and thirteen force-cultivating martial masters!
Moreover, all of them had cultivated at least hidden force.
"Kill!"
Not all martial artists were mere practitioners of flashy showmanship.
Those capable of stepping onto this ring naturally possessed real skill.
Instantly, without a single wasted word, several martial artists charged straight toward Lu Yuan.
Over a hundred men advancing together created an extraordinarily spectacular momentum.
A life-and-death struggle of one against a hundred was rarely seen even in chaotic eras hundreds of years ago.
Yet now, it was unfolding before their eyes!
Lu Changsheng threw his head back and laughed loudly.
"Limit Martial Dao!"
With his aura surging like a rainbow, Lu Changsheng stamped down violently.
*Boom!*
The ground fractured instantly into spiderweb cracks.
The entire square seemed to shudder.
Then, Lu Changsheng lunged forward.
His extraordinarily burly, powerful frame was not clumsy in the least.
On the contrary, he moved with remarkable agility!
The Limit Martial Dao did not merely increase strength, defense, and bulk.
It was a comprehensive enhancement across all aspects!
Speed, neural reaction, dexterity, and more had all been dramatically augmented.
Thus, with a single leap, Lu Changsheng resembled a fierce tiger bursting into a flock of sheep.
Without any fancy maneuvers, Lu Changsheng slammed straight into the leading figure with a brutal tackle.
*Bang!*
This collision struck a hidden force expert.
Yet though the hidden force expert unleashed his hidden force with all his might, the impact felt as though a speeding train had smashed into him.
His internal organs shattered instantly.
Without even managing a cry of agony, he was slammed to death on the spot.
His body flew heavily backward, his corpse broken and mutilated, dead beyond all doubt.
In contrast, aside from being splattered with blood, Lu Yuan had not suffered the slightest injury.
"Ah..."
Witnessing this scene, several onlookers cried out in terror.
Their faces turned pale as paper.
Someone had died!
And in such a brutal, bloody fashion!
To be slammed to death by a raw tackle was simply... unthinkable!
Yet this was only the beginning.
Right as Lu Changsheng rammed one man to death, five or six hands—some fists, some palms—slammed into Lu Changsheng's body from all directions.
*Thud, thud, thud!*
Yet Lu Changsheng stood firm as a mountain.
When their hidden force struck his body, it felt like striking a thick slab of bull hide. The hidden force vanished like a clay ox plunging into the sea, yielding no reaction whatsoever.
Lu Changsheng grinned.
Transforming his palms into fists, he swept his arms in a wide horizontal circle.
*Crack!*
A chorus of crisp snapping sounds rang out. Every martial artist struck by Lu Changsheng's sweeping blow either suffered broken bones or severe damage to their internal organs. They collapsed to the ground, howling in agony, completely stripped of their fighting capacity.
"Is this the strength of you hidden force masters?"
"Utterly vulnerable!"
Lu Changsheng laughed wildly and arrogantly, standing in the square like an invincible conqueror whom no one could match.
The complexions of the remaining hundred-plus martial artists shifted.
Many of them even began to harbor thoughts of retreat.
"We are already on the ring—how can there be any retreat?"
"If we don't beat him to death today, we are the ones who die!"
A tall martial artist bellowed loudly.
His roar sent a chill through the remaining fighters.
Indeed, they had already stepped onto the fighting ring, and there was no turning back.
It was either kill or be killed.
Across the square, nearly twenty men already lay sprawled on the ground.
Among them, seven or eight were dead.
This was testament enough to Lu Yuan's savage ruthlessness.
"His physical constitution is terrifyingly abnormal! We cannot fight him head-on; we must play to our strengths!"
"The greatest advantage of us force-cultivating martial artists is our agility and versatility, capable of unleashing explosive lethality in an instant! Our force definitely works, but it cannot pierce Lu Yuan's flesh—unless we strike his vital spots!"
"Treat Lu Yuan like a practitioner of hard body arts whose iron body is invulnerable to blades. Even so, he must have weaknesses! His vitals are his weaknesses—focus exclusively on his vital points!"
The martial artists were by no means fools.
With rich combat experience, they immediately deduced Lu Yuan's vulnerabilities: his vital spots!
Spots like his eyes, mouth, and ears were undeniable weak points.
If hidden force penetrated those areas, it could genuinely inflict considerable damage on Lu Changsheng.
Especially with so many of them present.
Thus, the martial artists coordinated: some attacked his lower body, some focused on restraining Lu Yuan, and others sought out his vitals, preparing to strike a lethal blow!
With over a hundred martial artists remaining, once they organized their efforts, handling them would become far more difficult.
"You want to target my vitals?"
Lu Changsheng smiled.
He indeed had vital points.
He had not yet broken through the ultimate limit, and his body was far from truly invulnerable to all weapons.
However, he did not practice traditional hard body arts.
In fact, his Limit Martial Dao differed fundamentally from hard body arts.
Traditional hard body training generally focused only on tempering the bones, skin, and muscles.
Yet the Limit Martial Dao was different.
It was a comprehensive enhancement of the entire physical constitution.
And that included agility.
Typical hard body arts impeded one's flexibility, reducing the practitioner to a living target.
Yet the Limit Martial Dao did nothing of the sort.
On the contrary, the Limit Martial Dao vastly elevated a person's agility.
His striking speed was swift as lightning.
*Whoosh!*
Lu Changsheng moved.
With a flicker of his frame, he charged into the crowd in the blink of an eye.
His speed was so swift he seemed like a phantom.
"Hold him off!"
"I will unleash pellet force for a one-hit kill!"
At that moment, the tall martial artist spoke up.
"Pellet force?"
"That is... a pellet-holding master?"
"A martial arts hall actually managed to recruit a pellet-holding master? Why has no one ever heard of him?"
"No, he must be in disguise..."
Several people felt a jolt in their hearts.
A pellet-holding master was capable of striking with pellet force.
A single strike of pellet force carried more than ten times the explosive power of hidden force or transforming force.
Yes, explosive power.
Pellet force relied on holding the pellet and sinking into the hips to accumulate force, releasing it at the critical moment to unleash horrifying might.
Once pellet force was unleashed, it could shatter solid steel plates.
"Good! Pin Lu Yuan down!"
Several hidden force and transforming force martial artists responded at once, charging forward in a bid to intercept Lu Yuan.
"Pellet force?"
Lu Changsheng heard the man's shout.
"Pellet force is precisely what I came to kill!"
A sharp gleam flared in Lu Changsheng's eyes.
Then, he charged directly toward the pellet-holding martial artist.
Wherever he passed, he plowed through with brute force. Anyone who tried to block his path was hurled aside by his impact.
Like a bulldozer, not a single person could impede him.
Seeing Lu Changsheng arrive right before him, the pellet-holding martial artist remained remarkably composed.
Since he could not evade, he would not try.
Besides, waiting comfortably while his enemy exerted himself, he had long prepared his strike.
"Coiling Dragon force, die!"
The pellet-holding martial artist let out a low bark.
He seized his sole opportunity.
Just as Lu Yuan smashed through the final martial artist before him, the pellet-holding master made his move.
A fist shot directly toward Lu Changsheng's eye.
The eye was unquestionably a weakness.
Without a doubt, the pellet-holding master targeted Lu Changsheng's fatal flaw.
"Halt."
Lu Changsheng stopped dead in his tracks.
It was as if his feet had taken root in the earth.
Watching the pellet-holding master's fist close in inches away, Lu Changsheng extended his palm and flipped it violently downward.
"Limit Martial Dao, Heaven-Overturning Seal!"
Lu Changsheng's palm strike produced an audible thunderclap.
The surrounding martial artists felt as though heaven and earth had turned upside down.
It was as if their very perception had been twisted.
As for the pellet-holding master, sheer horror flooded his face.
Before his eyes, everything in his surroundings seemed to vanish.
Nothing remained except that colossal palm descending upon his head.
*Crash!*
Lu Changsheng's palm slammed down.
Faster than the pellet-holding master's fist.
With a single downward slap, the pellet-holding master's head was driven straight down into his neck...
Chapter 255