The Super Warrior

“Martial artists of the world, would you like to lend your strength to me Lewis!”

Old Mr. Miller was hissing, roaring with rage.

Old Mr. Miller’s roar was high, but the sounds of the various killings in the battlefield below the city were mixed together, causing Old Mr. Miller’s roar to be drowned out.

How many of those The Human Realm warriors and martial artists who are fully focused on their battle against the Divine can hear them?

Very little!

As for outside of Forbidden Land, outside of the Ancient City of Ruins, do people who are practicing martial arts in the outside world hear it?

That’s definitely out of earshot!

Because, Old Mr. Miller is just yelling with his voice now, and how far can that yell go, no matter how loud it is?

It doesn’t do anything.

Old Mr. Miller didn’t sense any power fluctuations, no force of faith being added.

Yes, Old Mr. Miller wants to try and be able to borrow the power of belief from the martial artists of the world as he was able to do when his fist broke the cage of martial arts.

But now, failing that, there’s no response.

Resigned, Old Mr. Miller clenched his fists, threw back his head, his forehead bruised, and roared over and over again–

“Martial artists of the world, would you like to lend your strength to me Lewis!”

“Martial artists of the world, would you like to lend your strength to me Lewis!”

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Over and over again, hissing at the top of his lungs.

It’s useless, totally futile.

The gaze in Old Mr. Miller’s old eyes darkened completely, and, in fact, he knew why.

Because he doesn’t have the origin of martial arts anymore.

Last time, he was able to succeed because The Human Realm martial artists were suppressed by the martial arts cage, so he sent out a violent shout with his origin of dao, and even martial artists who were not present, or even those far away in the West and overseas, as long as they practiced THE ORIGIN OF MARTIAL ARTS, were able to hear the dao shouting coming from their own origin.

Now that Old Mr. Miller no longer has THE ORIGIN of martial arts, how can he ask the question with the original Taoist heart?

It can’t be done, it’s been done completely!

Boom!

At this point, Mount Chaos and the others continued to attack with all their might.

Bai was wounded and tired, constantly letting out bursts of hissing sounds, but that breath was also getting weaker and weaker.

Flower Goddess had another Quasi Creation also attacking with all their might, as well as two peak Immortality powerhouses, and with the help of Mount Chaos’ strong attack, they struck out from the sidelines, attacking and killing The Human Realm’s heavenly pride.

Bang!

Yusup was shocked and his body flew backwards.

Darcey comes to her rescue with red eyes, but she is hit by Flower Goddess’ palm strike, Darcey coughs up blood, but she still protects her grandfather with her life.

Marcel and Zack joined forces, but they were also attacked by that quasi Creation realm powerhouse one after another and fell to the ground, their breath already weak.

Seeing this scene, Mount Chaos even laughed wildly: “Lewis, wash your neck and wait for me to take your head. The Human RealmLewis? You can only watch me kill all these people in front of me one by one!”

Mount Chaos’ cocky voice comes through, word for word, hitting Old Mr. Miller right in the gut.

“Ah!!!”

Old Mr. Miller roared with rage, and tears of blood trickled from his old eyes.

There had never been a moment when he was so furious!

And there had never been a moment when he felt so impotent!

Is it true that, without THE ORIGIN OF MARTIAL ARTS, it is impossible to pull the power of belief?

Just then, all of a sudden–

“Fist Intent leads to the heavens! Fist Intent can both reach the heavens and ask the heart! With the loss of the origin, could it be that fist will also be lost?”

A voice, dominant in its calmness, reached Old Mr. Miller’s ears.

Old Mr. Miller’s face shook as he jerked his head toward a bearing in the distance–the

King of the North!

That was actually King of the North sending him a message!

It was also these words of King of the North that enlightened Old Mr. Miller’s entire being; he understood and figured it out, one thought at a time!

Yes, it is true that one is nowadays without THE origin of martial arts.

However, the intent of the fist is still there!

Regardless of whether or not there is THE origin of martial arts, it will affect the boxing meaning that he has previously perceived, as if he used to perceive the boxing meaning, but also like an ordinary person to swing his fist, to figure out that kind of boxing meaning.

Only, there is no the origin of martial arts difference cares, Original Power can make the boxing will explode destructive power, because Original Power is the carrier of the power of the law.

Without Original Power, bursting out the meaning of the Fist Dao is tantamount to exerting it with physical strength, equivalent to an ordinary person struggling to throw a punch, and of course there is no power in carrying it with physical strength.

After all, in front of a strong martial arts practitioner, even if the intent of the fist Dao was no matter how strong it was, the power that carried the intent of the fist Dao was just the power of an ordinary person’s flesh, so it was naturally devoid of any power to speak of.

However, whether or not there is the origin of martial arts, the meaning of boxing has always existed, which will not be erased, because the meaning of boxing is Old Mr. Miller’s realization of his own boxing, which naturally has always existed.

At this moment, Old Mr. Miller was reminded of an exposition of the meaning of the fist which he had learned in an ancient book in the Eastsea Enclave collection–the

“Martial fist intent, reaching up to the Nine Heavens and descending to the Nine Secrets, is said to penetrate the heavens and penetrate the earth! Hooking the might of the Nine Heavens, transforming the power of the Nine Secrets, the body is heaven and earth, and the fist intent is eternal!”

The true martial arts fist intent can penetrate the sky and the earth, can hook the power of the nine heavens, can draw the power of the nine ghosts … Then, why can t it draw the power of belief?

At this moment, the gaze in Old Mr. Miller’s eyes was firm, and the stooped body was straightening up, just as the old tree bent by the hurricane was carrying the hurricane and slowly straightening up!

An indescribable ‘potential’ permeated from Old Mr. Miller’s body, he had obviously lost his origin, but this ‘potential’ of his own was enough to induce a vision of wind and clouds stirring.

Old Mr. Miller’s fists were clenched, and the Fist Intents he had realized all his life emerged one by one, including Samsara Fist, Nine Characters Fist, Suppressing Fist Intent, Drawing Fist Intent, Sealing Fist Intent, Martial Fist Intent, Drawing Fist Intent, Sealing Fist Intent, Martial Fist Intent, Shattering Fist Intent, and so on, and there is also that Taiping Fist Intent …

A fist momentum was coalescing, becoming more and more majestic, more and more grand, more and more majestic, and eventually-

“Martial artists of the world, would you like to lend your strength to me Lewis!”

Old Mr. Miller roars once again with the intent of his fists as his path!

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Ancient Battlefield in.

Thunder Walker is covered in blood and still fighting, leading a charge of Forbidden Land fighters.

The Ascended Armies are strong, all starting at Quasi life and death realm at minimum, and most of the side of The Human RealmForbidden Land warriors are quasi Quasi life and death realm, but they go for combos and attacks through a burst of a hundred and a burst of a thousand.

Blood stained the ground, countless Forbidden Land warriors sacrificed their lives, yet countless more warriors rushed up, replenishing the attacking and killing formations and continuing to fight.

It’s a kind of conviction. It’s also a kind of battle spirit of a martial artist.

How can we not fight when the blood is still cold?

“Kill! Charge up with me and kill the enemies of the heavens!”

Thunder Walker was roaring, there were few city lords left around him, many of his old friends had been killed, Thunder Walker turned his grief into war and continued to lead his army into battle.

Just then, all of a sudden–

Thunder Walker’s heart stirred, he felt a fluctuation coming from his own THE ORIGIN OF MARTIAL ARTS, and in the underworld, a kind of intention, a kind of fist intention, was presented in his THE ORIGIN OF MARTIAL ARTS.

There seemed to be a sentence in that fist intent that was knocking at his originating Taoist heart-

“Martial artists of the world, would you like to lend your strength to me Lewis!”

Not only Thunder Walker, but the Forbidden Land fighters of this battlefield who are fighting and killing in the the origin of martial arts are presented with such punches, and all have heard the words–

“Martial artists of the world, would you like to lend your strength to me Lewis!”