Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 57: Spirit Communication Fist
"According to the announcement from the Southern Eight Sects, the initial masters of the eight arenas will be the strongest of their younger generation. As for who the final masters will be... well, that’s up to individual skill."
"The moment that news broke, it wasn’t just Martial Artists who took notice. Southern Decisive Fist enthusiasts, gamblers, and high-level executives from major corporations are all watching this competition. The Southern Boxing Three Capitals are a chaotic mix of all sorts of people right now. You could say things are getting lively, couldn’t you?"
Li Qingxuan remarked with a sigh.
’Decisive Fist rules, open challenges, a struggle for the master’s seat, the strongest in the South...’
Hearing the rules Li Qingxuan described, Zhou Yuanjue could immediately smell a bloodbath in the air.
’This is going to be a terrifying battle royale!’
It was easy to see that although it was being called a competition, this fighting tournament had become something far more than that.
Fame, old scores, profit, the Martial Dao...
The entire Southern Martial Arts Realm would likely be dragged into this.
There is no first among scholars, nor a second among warriors. How could the title of "strongest" be so easily claimed?
"I didn’t think I’d be returning to a familiar place so soon after leaving the arena. But this is good... no rules, open challenges..."
At this, Li Qingxuan saw the corners of Zhou Yuanjue’s mouth curl into a slight smile. The sight made her break into a cold sweat for the Martial Artists of the Southern Boxing Three Capitals.
"When does this fighting tournament officially start?"
Zhou Yuanjue asked.
"They should finish preparations in the next few days, I think? I’m not sure of the exact date."
Li Qingxuan said, rubbing her smooth chin.
"In the next few days, you say? Then we’d better get ready."
"Next target, the Southern Boxing Three Capitals."
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「Three days later.」
「Guangpu City, Hailan Airport.」
"Wow, Grandpa, so many people! Tianhe, look, there are even foreigners!"
Amidst the sea of people at the airport, a simply dressed, fresh-faced and pretty girl stared all around with wide, darting eyes. She looked like it was her first time traveling far from home to a metropolis.
"Heh heh, of course. Guangpu City is a famous international metropolis to begin with. And with the Southern underground fighting tournament happening, the whole city is buzzing. People looking to make a name for themselves, people looking to prove their worth, people looking to get rich through their fists, people just looking to strike it rich... you’ll find all sorts here."
"You’d better be careful. If you wander off, you might get snatched up by a human trafficker and hauled off into the remote mountains."
Beside the girl, Ding Yun, a stooped old man named Ding Jiutong, who wore a straw hat and was dressed like a farmhand, said with a grin.
"Pfft! Grandpa, you’re just trying to scare me. With Tianhe here, who could possibly abduct me? Is there anyone who could take a punch from him?"
Ding Yun made a face at her grandfather, hugging a thick, powerful arm beside her as she spoke.
Beside her stood a powerfully built young man. He was towering, with rugged features, and his face had a perpetual, reddish hue, as if flushed with wine. He looked to be in his early twenties.
He was laden with five or six large travel bags of all sizes, which almost buried his entire frame. The load looked to be at least a hundred or two hundred pounds, yet he showed no sign of fatigue. His shoulders didn’t slump, his back didn’t bend, he wasn’t out of breath, and he hadn’t even broken a sweat.
It seemed to be his first time away from home as well. His clothes were rustic, no different from a bricklayer’s. His eyes scanned his surroundings with curiosity, and he stared at an AI robot in the airport for a long while, as if seeing one for the first time and wanting to go play with it.
Hearing Ding Yun’s words, Wu Tianhe snapped out of his daze and gave them a good-natured smile.
"Tsk, tsk. Little girl, don’t you know that no matter how good you are, there’s always someone better? In a small place like Lubei, our little Tianhe might be considered somebody, but here... forget the entire Southern Martial Arts Realm, he probably couldn’t even handle the successors of the Southern Eight Sects."
"I brought you two here mainly to broaden your horizons and see the world. For the fighting tournament, it’s the participation that counts. If we can place and make a name for our Spirit Communication Fist, that would be great. If not, it doesn’t matter. You’re young, you have a long road ahead of you. You need to relax and keep an open mind..."
Ding Jiutong said as he walked with his hands behind his back.
"Stop, stop, stop! I’m not listening, I’m not listening! It’s like listening to a broken record! You nag me every single day, it’s so annoying! In my heart, Tianhe is the strongest, and that’s that."
Ding Yun said, covering her ears.
"Yun, Master is right. There’s always someone better out there. I still have a long way to go."
Wu Tianhe replied with a good-natured chuckle, ruffling Ding Yun’s hair with his huge hand.
Ding Jiutong couldn’t help but shake his head at his mischievous and rebellious little granddaughter, but he was exceptionally satisfied with his disciple, Wu Tianhe.
Soon, the three of them followed the crowd to the airport’s arrival gate.
"Grandpa, where’s the person picking us up?"
Ding Yun looked left and right in the crowd at the arrival gate.
"Hold on, I’ll make a call."
Ding Jiutong took out his old-fashioned keypad phone and dialed a number.
Soon, a young man in sunglasses and casual clothes walked over. He took off his sunglasses, sized up Ding Jiutong and his companions, and then spoke. "Elder Ding, right?"
"That’s right. You must be Lu Ming? My disciple, Chen Wenli, told me to find you."
Ding Jiutong said with a nod.
"I know, Chen Wenli is a good friend of mine. Elder, please come with me."
Lu Ming said to Ding Jiutong with a smile, leading the three of them aside. "Elder, I’ll have to ask you to wait here for a moment. I still have two more people to pick up."
"Oh? Someone else? For you to be picking them up personally, they must be here for the Southern fighting tournament as well, I take it?"
Ding Jiutong said with some interest.
"That’s right. And this person is someone truly extraordinary."
Lu Ming said, the corner of his mouth hooking into a slight smile.
"Someone extraordinary?"
Hearing Lu Ming’s words, Ding Jiutong frowned.
He’d heard about Lu Ming from his other disciple. Though young, Lu Ming’s methods and background were nothing to scoff at. He was a huge fan of Decisive Fist, but unfortunately, he wasn’t cut out to be a fighter himself. So, he became a Decisive Fist Agent in Guangpu City and now managed a large roster of top-tier fighters. To have achieved so much in Guangpu City, he must have a good eye for talent. For him to call someone "extraordinary"... that person must be anything but ordinary.
"How extraordinary?"
Ding Yun asked, her face full of curiosity. Even Wu Tianhe, who had been smiling blankly, looked intrigued.
He had come to the Southern Boxing Three Capitals with the goal of meeting other masters and honing his own skills, so of course he was interested in powerful fighters.
"This person is a true master," Lu Ming said with a smile. "He is the champion of an entire prefecture." As an avid fan of combat and martial arts, his eyes shone with anticipation.
"Champion of a prefecture?"
Hearing Lu Ming’s words, Ding Jiutong’s eyes narrowed slightly. He understood very well what this term represented.
There is no first among scholars, nor a second among warriors.
The price one had to pay to earn such a title was unimaginable.
Even the smallest prefecture had a population in the tens of millions. To be the champion of a prefecture meant you were the strongest among tens of millions of people. Such a person was a dragon among men.
This couldn’t help but pique his curiosity.
"They’re here!"
Suddenly, Lu Ming’s eyes lit up as he looked into the crowd.
Two figures, a man and a woman who stood out effortlessly even in the dense crowd, had come into view.







