Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike

Chapter 20 Two Women Compete for Supremacy, Cheng Shi Qianyang

Wang Jingya's expression changed.

I don't understand military strategy books, but I do know that in literature there is no first place, but in martial arts there is no second.

For us martial artists, empty talk is useless. When it comes down to it, fists and knives speak volumes. Under the blade, all are equal.

"You talk as if your fists are really that hard, but can they be harder than foreign guns and cannons?"

So, all that's missing in Lushun, Jiaodong is Wang Erya. Why don't you go fight the Russians and chop them all down, one by one?

"Such a sharp tongue." Wang Jingya laughed in exasperation.

Cheng Feiyan, however, put on a smiling face and quickly spoke to Li Xin, "Brother Tang, the world is about to undergo a great change. We must be fully aware of our own strengths and weaknesses. We must also acknowledge the strengths of our enemies."

Nowadays, with guns and cannons everywhere, those who practice martial arts must first seek survival before seeking victory.

Young brother, you aspire to be the top martial arts champion. If you ever have the opportunity to achieve your goal, you must train troops.

Your first priority should be figuring out how to deal with new weapons. In this way, our Cheng family's Bagua footwork and movement techniques will be unparalleled, giving us exceptional expertise in dodging bullets and eliminating enemies.

It must be said that Cheng Feiyan is beautiful and has a pleasant voice.

The key is that she also knows how to win people's hearts.

He immediately used this opportunity to his advantage, shifting his focus from his earlier statement about becoming a martial arts champion to how to train troops to strengthen the country and how to deal with foreign guns and cannons.

That's a really fast mind.

No wonder there is a saying that "Feiyan is the most virtuous".

When it comes to eloquence, Wang Jingya really can't out-argue her.

However, the girl had her own way of doing things, and she said firmly from the side, "So what if we're dodging and running away? We shouldn't let that weaken our spirit. You can take away the commander of an army, but you can't take away the will of a common man."

If you retreat one step, they'll advance ten. It's better to confront them head-on, to meet them with force. If we cripple and terrify those Russians, then naturally no one will dare to invade China.

Upon hearing this, Li Xin realized that his earlier judgment that Wang Jingya was not good at arguing had been somewhat arbitrary.

This girl looks very strong, like a female bodybuilder.

Her words were as sharp as her knives, displaying a heroic and shrewd edge.

This statement is meant to ignite the masculine passion within oneself.

Anyone with even a modicum of lofty ideals and a strong desire to serve their country would surely have gone with her, wouldn't they?

Who says that people in ancient times were all apathetic?

Why are both men and women so passionate and quick-witted?

Wang Jingya is like that, and Cheng Feiyan is by no means simple either.

Even Zhuang Hongxiu, whom he saved unintentionally, has her own unique style.

The great era is just beginning, with dragons and snakes rising together, proving that the rise and fall of dynasties is indeed a cycle of destiny.

Li Xin had a vague understanding of the situation, and for the moment, he didn't say anything to interrupt the two girls' sharp retort.

Zhuang Hongxiu, on the other hand, couldn't care less about acting anymore. She just covered her mouth and watched the two young ladies arguing fiercely over whose master should become their disciple. She was secretly delighted.

This plan has now succeeded.

The results were even better than expected.

But this is too good. I wonder how the young master will handle this situation?

The Fifth Prince of Yuanshun and the Third Prince of Cheng were known as the two heroes of the South City. It would be a great pity to abandon either of them.

Her eyes were fixed on Li Xin's face, and she thought to herself that, as expected, the awl in the bag could not be hidden.

She took a liking to him at first sight, which shows she has excellent judgment.

Li Xin, however, did not notice Zhuang Hongxiu's gaze. He only felt seven or eight faint red lights in the arena enter his mind, and he couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

Not only Wang Jingya and Cheng Feiyan, but also faint red light spots flew out from their bodies.

The other younger disciples of the Cheng family martial arts school couldn't hide the envy in their eyes.

I wish I could take his place.

There are other benefits too?

By the way, envy, admiration, and recognition also belong to the category of confidence...

Because of love, faith is born; the mind is boundless.

This is a power of the mind.

In that case, my earlier casual remark about wanting to become the top martial arts champion was actually a pretty good idea.

That must be something that many, many people would envy.

Thinking of this.

Li Xin felt as if struck by lightning, and suddenly his mind became clear.

Wang Jingya and Cheng Feiyan, who were bickering fiercely, were now in a difficult position and were starting to get angry.

Wang Jingya took a step forward, raising a cloud of dust and leaving a deep footprint in the ground.

Her blood and qi surged, she straightened her back and hunched her shoulders, her left fist held horizontally across her chest, her right palm like a knife, and she stood with her feet poised, ready to strike: "Little tail, no matter how you look at it, only those with the strongest fists are qualified to take on disciples and pass on their teachings. Those who are easily defeated are misleading the younger generation."

"Wang Erya, I'm not fighting you because I'm afraid of embarrassing you. Do you really think the Flying Swallow Twin Blades are just for show?"

Cheng Feiyan was also furious.

With a swift, cold-footed stance, palms like knives, and the moon held in his arms, he is ready to strike at any moment.

Wang Jingya laughed heartily, took a big step forward, and slashed diagonally with her sword and punched horizontally like a galloping horse.

The air exploded, making a loud booming sound.

A strong wind surged within a two-meter radius in front of him, creating an imposing aura.

For a moment, I was filled with heroic spirit, my swordplay was unstoppable, and I was invincible...

Cheng Feiyan, on the other hand, has a different style.

She twisted her body and hurried away, dragging her knife.

Sometimes his chest and abdomen were pressed to the ground, and sometimes he turned around to look at the moon.

His palms were like knives, delicate and gentle, cutting through the air with a hissing sound.

But once it sticks, it leaves immediately, never lingering.

She moved with incredible speed, swirling and dancing around Wang Jingya, a sight that dazzled onlookers.

These two men fought unarmed, yet they displayed the spirit of a bloody battlefield.

Li Xin, standing to the side, was also somewhat taken aback. While his eyes remained fixed on the scene, he felt a slight unease in his heart.

"Oh no, if they really get into a fight and one of them gets injured, this whole thing will be difficult to end."

I just thought of this.

Then a loud "clang" was heard.

The two women leaped and pounced, but separated immediately upon contact, and simultaneously drew their weapons.

Wang Jingya's left shoulder slumped slightly, and the large sword on her back suddenly came out of its sheath, her aura surging.

Even before it was cleaved, it was already terrifying.

Cheng Feiyan shifted her feet slightly, and with a trembling motion like a chicken shaking its feathers, she pulled out a pair of short, goose-feather daggers from her calves.

With a flick of his feet, he swiftly charged forward, his twin swords clashing.

"Good heavens, it's going to be a pill."

Li Xin stared wide-eyed.

Are women this crazy when they fight?

At that moment, his actions were faster than his thoughts.

The lingering divine intent of the Third Prince suddenly shone brightly in his mind.

My body felt like it was burning with fire, and my 14 points of agility doubled. After the Divine Strike skill was activated, it became a temporary 28 points of agility.

His body moved with the speed of the wind, his mind and intention were in perfect harmony, and his eyes and hands moved swiftly, slipping between the two men.

With his left hand, he left a blur and pressed it onto Wang Jingya's wrist, while with his right hand, he seized the other woman's delicate wrist as Cheng Feiyan's two swords clashed.

The recoil was like a wave, shaking the palm so badly it almost bounced away.

Li Xin's arms trembled slightly, but he forced himself not to let go.

He yelled, "Stop!"

The two men were taken aback, released their strength, and simultaneously sheathed their swords.

"No, it's really not necessary to use a knife."

Li Xin chuckled awkwardly.

"Actually, Liuhequan has its advantages, and Baguaquan has its wonders. There is no rule that a person can only learn one martial art in their lifetime."

Greedy*2

The two girls, one big and one small, burst out laughing at the same time.

Cheng Feiyan, never one to hold back, quickly asked, "So, are you going to become an apprentice?"

Before Li Xin could reply.

A slight blur appeared before my eyes.

My heart skipped a beat.

Suddenly, a tall, middle-aged man in a green robe appeared in the arena.

The man had one hand behind his back, and suddenly reached out with the other.

With a "plop," it imprinted itself on the test stake.

He withdrew his hand, looking at Li Xin with a beaming smile: "Who said my Cheng family's gossip isn't tough?"

As soon as he finished speaking...

The upper half of the wooden stake suddenly broke open, and a ball of fiery red flame shot out.

It was from the inside out, the hidden force bursting forth, the wood chips burning into the air.

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