Abundant Martial Arts Virtue Chapter 416

That voice continued to echo in Wu Xiaode’s mind.

"Finally, let me pass on to you the third move of the Human Emperor Fist—even though it’s of no use to you now."

As soon as the words were spoken,

memories emerged in Wu Xiaode’s mind.

It was a boxing technique.

The Book of the Dead also revealed lines of icy small characters:

"You are comprehending the third move of the Human Emperor’s Fist: Origin."

"This fist is not for combat, but a stationary boxing stance, only learnable by the Human Race’s martial artists."

"It requires no external force, does not rely on treasures, and is easy for ordinary people to grasp, helping all Human Race martial artists to progressively understand the most fundamental Tao Power according to their own talents."

——No wonder this move is useless to me.

Because I have already awakened the Dark Tao Power.

Wu Xiaode thought to himself, only to hear that thought resurface:

"As I am about to leave, I have a small request."

"What request?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"I hope you can take care of this secret realm, just like when you first saved people—after all, there will be many more who come here to participate in trials. Just killing a few demons or doing other things would be fine," the voice said.

"Hmm, I’ll do my best," Wu Xiaode promised.

"All right, goodbye," the voice said.

As soon as the words were spoken,

the voice disappeared.

Wu Xiaode stood still, silent for a long time, with myriad past events flooding his mind.

Starting from entering the martial arts school, where he received teaching in martial arts, even in this city, there was comrade Ma San, willing to pass on his stepping skill to him.

General Zhao Congnan activated Tao Power in me with Dragon Blood.

These Human Race predecessors have always been supporting me.

So what have I achieved?

Wu Xiaode’s vision once again saw the scene of learning boxing at the martial arts school.

"... There are thousands and thousands of people in the world like me; I pass on boxing to you not for any other reason than hoping that you will treat the countless others in the future as I have."

These were his master’s words at the martial arts school.

If everyone were as powerful as a dragon, with standards like that of the Human Emperor, who would dare to insult the Human Race?

I couldn’t afford to learn anything back then.

——No one else should have to endure the same hardship!

Wu Xiaode’s expression became resolute.

"Book of the Dead," he said softly.

The Book of the Dead knew what he meant and automatically opened to the page of the Holy Walk Wall.

"Live broadcast target: all humans in the Human Emperor’s Secret Realm."

"Countdown to start in five seconds."

He waved the mist to mask his own face and also obscured the surrounding environment.

All across the Human Emperor’s Secret Realm, on walls, in the water, the fluttering flags, falling leaves, clothes drying—

everywhere that could display light and shadow, Wu Xiaode’s figure appeared.

he began, rolling up his sleeves as he spoke:

"I am the inheritor of the Human Emperor Fist. I’ve just returned to handle some matters and want to pass on the Human Emperor Fist to everyone—"

"Now, watch carefully. This fist is only learnable by our Human Race, equivalent to the foundation of myriad martial arts. Depending on your diverse talents, during the process of practice, it can help you gradually awaken to Tao Power."

"I’m teaching all of you because I’ve learned it."

"I hope you all strive hard."

Wu Xiaode then demonstrated the third move "Origin" of the Human Emperor Fist, explaining every detail and concept as he simulated the standing boxing posture. Even when someone tried to ask questions, he explained patiently without annoyance.

After a full half-hour, he finally clarified this move completely.

"——Please practice diligently. Once learned, you can protect yourselves, guard your families, and ensure the Human Race continues to thrive amidst the siege of demons."

"Also, whenever you meet any friends who don’t know this fist,"

"remember to teach them."

Wu Xiaode finished speaking and closed the page of the Holy Walk.

The live broadcast ended.

a loud clanging noise was heard.

Wu Xiaode looked up only to see a full moon appearing overhead.

This wasn’t starlight, but a full moon?

Lines of frosty small characters appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"You have earned the commendation of the Holy Realm Spirit: the ancient Human Emperor."

"Hidden task: ’Human Emperor’s Entrustment’ has been completed."

"This task was a Merit-based trigger task."

"Once you have accrued over 100 points of Merit in the Human Emperor’s Secret Realm, you will receive the Human Emperor’s commendation."

Surprised, Wu Xiaode glanced at his own Merit.

Somehow, his Merit had already reached 160 points.

The Book of the Dead turned back to the page of the Holy Walk Wall.

A barrage of dense messages appeared on the screen. Read complete version only at novel·fiɾe·net

"I’ve made a breakthrough!"

"Thank you for imparting your Martial Arts knowledge; I’ve had a new enlightenment in boxing, I’m going to try it out on a few demons!"

"Hahaha, so the higher level is called Tao! What a concept, Tao!"

"So that’s how it is! Thank you!"

"Seventy years with no path forward, today I finally understand how to advance further!"

"I’ve become stronger!"

The dense stream of messages kept floating past, never stopping.

Wu Xiaode watched these messages with a slight smile curving his lips.

As time passed, there would be more and more such incidents, and the humans inside the secret realm would become increasingly powerful.

In a fight, a most straightforward truth is that the side with more people has a natural advantage over the fewer.

Perhaps many would call this stating the obvious.

But this kind of obvious statement is an indisputable truth.

If you can consistently fight with superior numbers, using your strength against the enemy’s weakness, then you can win.

—If more people started wielding Tao Power, the Human Race’s strength would grow, and then in future encounters with demons, it would be hard to say who would win or lose.

Someday, the scale of war will tip.

Perhaps the Human Emperor’s Secret Realm could ultimately become a Cultivation secret realm for the Human Race, rather than a slaughter ground for demons.

Wu Xiaode thought to himself in silence.

However, he didn’t notice the moon above his head, gradually transforming into a radiant, cold luminescence that quietly entered his crown chakra.

Countless battle scenes flashed through his mind.

It was as if he had become a certain person, personally experiencing all the battles he had been through, facing all the difficulties he had faced, understanding all the techniques he had understood, and achieving all the victories.

Wu Xiaode slowly closed his eyes, immersed in it.

On the Book of the Dead, a line of ice crystal small print quietly appeared:

"Hidden task reward has been issued:"

"You have obtained the Human Emperor’s True Inheritance, ’Human Clan’s Boxing Collection’."

"This is a collection of all boxing techniques returning to simplicity and grand completion of Martial Arts, passed on to you through a crowning method, granting you the Human Emperor’s True Inheritance."

"All of these inheritances do not pertain to personal styles, but are a comprehensive sum of the profound mysteries of Martial Arts bestowed by the Human Emperor for posterity, which you can exhibit in accordance with your own combat style, or innovate upon to create your own system, reaching higher levels."

All the small print retracted.

Wu Xiaode opened his eyes, suddenly enlightened, and looked up.

He saw a vague figure appear on the wall of wishes, clad in long armor, with numerous flags fluttering behind, looking back at him.

A sense of reverence and gratitude emerged in Wu Xiaode’s heart.

"Thank you for imparting the path of true Martial Arts," he said, bowing with his fists clasped.

"You’ve done well." The figure said, nodding at him before leaping upwards and leaving the wall of wishes, disappearing to who knows where.

The Book of the Dead still floated mid-air.

All abnormal phenomena had calmed down.

Wu Xiaode relaxed again, taking steps back to where he came from.

—He had not expected to acquire the Human Emperor’s inheritance this time, and these were all the profound truths of Martial Arts.

Suddenly, a person ran out from the fog ahead.

"What’s wrong?" Wu Xiaode asked, catching him by the arm, puzzled.

"Brother Wu, you are here!" Ma San said, overjoyed.

He caught his breath and continued, "Hurry back with me, the General said we must set off immediately."

"Hmm? What happened?" Wu Xiaode asked.

The two returned to the Human Race’s hidden base.

Zhao Congnan, with a bird perched on his shoulder and a note in hand, wore a grave expression on his face.

"General, what happened?" Wu Xiaode inquired.

"The birds brought a message—look," Zhao Congnan said.

Wu Xiaode read the note, which said:

"Today, the Human Emperor’s Martial Arts techniques have spread throughout the world, and many of the Human Race have received them, greatly increasing their strength."

"Demons on all sides have gone mad, all-out attacking various cities, all the cities have fallen, please all immediately retreat towards the border, retake Qin City, and use it as the last stronghold!"