Chapter 2306: The Martial Man

Countless times, I have asked myself.

Why choose the path of a warrior?

The human race has the path of cultivation, a great path that leads directly to heaven!

Originating from the ancient era, the "Dao" has experienced ancient, middle ancient, and near ancient times, straight to the present world, already branching out into countless paths.

From Roam Pulse to Absolute Peak, every single step has been verified countless times.

Generations of talented and wise individuals from ancient times to the present have explored nearly infinite possibilities, one generation after another, achieving today's "Dao." The wisdom of sages and the fresh blood of warriors have paved open a great path that leads directly to heaven.

Daoism, Confucianism, Buddhism, Military Strategy, Mohism - there are too many paths that have already reached the Absolute Peak, clearly embodied in the cultivation world. Even the Transcendence path has not a few traces of history, reflecting a vague outline in the waves of time.

And still, there are constantly astonishing figures opening up the frontiers of "Dao."

In just these few years, there have been "mysticism," "miscellaneous studies," and "fantasy becoming reality."

So why still push forward, walking such a desolate path? Why still strive like this, striving with blood and sweat, and still desperately?

Because we want later generations to know that "human" choices are not limited to just one kind!

"Dao" encompasses all things, but "Dao" is not unique.

Those who stick to old ways and seal themselves off will surely be eliminated by the era.

To dare to pioneer is exactly the spirit of a warrior!

At the peak of martial arts in the present world, Wang Xiao raised his fist and asked—

Asking heaven, if there is a path.

The heavenly path actually had an answer long ago. The eternal barrier is precisely the silent response.

But Wang Xiao was not satisfied with this answer.

From ancient times until now, thousands upon thousands of warriors have not been satisfied.

Using martial arts to stop war, using martial arts to establish a country, using martial arts to right wrongs.

The dissatisfaction of warriors is very simple—

Punch out, punch out, punch out.

Punch his face door into five colors, punch his nose to bleed into the middle court.

Punch until stones break and the sky shakes, punch until heaven and earth reverse.

Encounter a mountain, open the mountain. Crash and shatter the south wall.

If there is no path in the world, then punch open this barrier, and underfoot will be the path.

The apex of Wang Xiao's five-fingered fist is the highest scenery of martial arts.

The fist apex looks higher and higher, farther and more magnificent.

Cultivating to here is a dead end. One punch explodes the five-fingered mountain.

This fist seal, this five-fingered mountain, represents the "limit" of martial arts, punching forward almost infinitely, pioneering towards the future.

The endless fog in front suddenly became rolling smoke and dust, swinging open almost infinitely to both sides.

The jade universe is clear of ten thousand miles of haze!

Between this shore and that shore, an instant of almost eternal blankness appeared. For a time, only mountain shadows went forward in front.

The reason for so many "nearly" is that the true eternal fog is surging behind.

Wang Xiao only threw two punches. One punch shattered the heavenly path barrier, and one punch blew open the eternal fog. This is indeed the embodiment of the strongest power in present-world martial arts, suppressing all warriors and existences. But when he gazed forward, in front of him was only his own punching fist, and a vast blankness. He did not see that shore!

The gap produced in this instant brought despair.

The strongest warrior under heaven, who can shatter the sky and crack the sea with a punch, still cannot punch open the path ahead.

Could it be that the Absolute Peak of martial arts does not exist?

Could it be that martial arts is fundamentally a path that cannot be traversed?

Is it that I am still not powerful enough, is it that I have not yet reached the end of martial arts?

This is still not the end!

At such a moment, Wang Xiao's heart thought of no one, no thing.

He only thought of those lonely nights of swinging his fist, one after another. Countless times swinging his fist, countless times splattering blood and sweat. Only on this lonely long journey did he understand what he wanted for eternity.

There is no worship-bestowed path in the world, no heaven-given path.

The path is underfoot.

Wang Xiao took a step out!

Stepping towards the abyss where the eternal fog surges back, stepping towards that shore, not knowing if it will exist.

This step has already placed life and death outside, treating the past as a true game. When his foot lands, he will either stand on that mountaintop named the Absolute Peak of martial arts, or shatter his path body, fall into the deep abyss, and become one of the countless "errors" of past years.

He wanted to gaze higher and farther in the moment of leaping out of the twenty-six heavens of martial arts, in the moment of falling into the endless deep abyss.

He believed he was not far from the Absolute Peak!

Just in the moment he truly leaped out of the absolute peak of martial arts, he felt the shackles that had always blocked his path loosen.

His martial arts cultivation, which had stagnated for many years, vibrated again at this moment, with the possibility of rising.

But this time, his shoulder suddenly sank, feeling a terrifying weight.

As if the entire world was pressing down on his body, his shoulders, his head, his body, every inch of muscle wailed, unbearable!

That crushing weight was still infinitely stacking.

This is the resistance of the heavenly path.

Those who want to create miracles need to understand why it has never happened in history.

Wang Xiao's eyes cracked as if to split open, his whole body muscles tense, every single sinew twisted tight, still striving to fly forward quickly. Bearing this mountain, crossing ten thousand mountains, in search of the end of martial arts, the "that shore" of life.

The body of the strongest warrior under heaven also found it difficult to bear the bitter journey of exploring the extreme path.

Tight skin appeared cracks, tough blood vessels burst open one by one.

But his round, blood-threaded eyes, thick with threads, stubbornly looked into the distance.

He saw...

He saw—

In the deepest part of the boundless fog sea covered, there was indeed a vague mountain shadow.

Although only a few outlines were visible, a corner of the mountain shadow, it was majestic and magnificent, it truly existed!

Martial arts has a path!

Heaven does not open it, humans seek it themselves.

Already seen, already seen the "Dao."

He almost wanted to raise his head and laugh wildly.

At this moment, the entire martial arts world was chewing on that wisp of joy. The sweetness after the bitter end, that point of sweetness, was indeed sweet to the depths of the soul, making one never forget it in this life, never regret it in this life.

But Wang Xiao was falling.

He punched heaven, shattering the heavenly path barrier for ten thousand generations of warriors. Even though the shattered heavenly path barrier still gathers, the Absolute Peak of martial arts has not opened, only existed eternally. But in front of the next challenger, it will not necessarily be so thick again.

His fist punched open the martial arts' "that shore," blowing open the eternal fog, seeing countless possibilities not yet established among the vast choices. Seeing errors is also approaching correctness. Seeing more errors, the distance to correctness is just closer. This one punch leveled ten thousand years, greatly reducing the sacrifices of later martial arts cultivators.

He boldly leaped towards the abyss, using the way of moving "this shore" to make himself closer to "that shore." He was the first to see the mountain shadow in the fog sea, he was already the person in history who had most approached the Absolute Peak of martial arts!

He had already reached his limit long ago.

Burning his qi and blood, burning his martial intent, consuming this body. Finally, the oil was about to run out, the lamp was also dry.

He had indeed broken through his limits time and time again, only to reach this point.

But humans have an end, heaven has no end.

End...

"Later ones—"

Wang Xiao had already become skin wrapped around bones, even his skin was cracked, and his bones were also cracked. His majestic qi and blood were once like a river, now declined, not enough to withstand a single cup of drink.

But he summoned his last strength, raised his voice and roared: "Martial arts is not a dead end, Warrior Wang Xiao, has already seen the Absolute Peak!"

Later ones...

Please continue.

Continue this bitter journey, I look forward to the day when the entire present world will pour down sweet rain for us warriors!

I already see that day, it is not too far!

Huhu hu.

It was the sound of falling wind.

Wang Xiao's eyelids constantly drooped down, and then constantly struggled to stay open. Thus, the world in front of him was just like this, suddenly bright, suddenly dark.

A person already like a mayfly in the evening, qi already like a remnant candle in the wind.

He knew everything was about to end, but a warrior's will must burn to the last moment.

Just at this time—

Within this desolate martial arts world, a peak suddenly rose!

This peak towered above the clouds, and on the mountaintop stood a white-haired but muscular old man.

Mohist warrior Shu Wei Jun!

He came to contend with him?

At this time?

At this moment, this thousand-year-old warrior stood on the highest place of martial arts where he had always stood, gazing at the Absolute Peak scenery he had dreamed of.

Of course, he also did not see "that shore," only seeing Wang Xiao, who had burned everything on this journey.

On the bitter journey of exploring the extreme path, even the strongest warrior under heaven seemed small.

In front of the heavenly path, Wang Xiao's fist seemed not hard enough.

Shu Wei Jun stood on the limited high place of the twenty-six heavens of martial arts, standing in a place similar to Wang Xiao, and again leaped out of "this shore."

The old man's white hair fluttered in the hunting wind. No one knew his mood at this time.

Only could see his bare upper body, muscles mounded up like hills, lifting up a pair of arms, seemingly supporting the heaven peak. His body seemed tightly connected to the world lines, every breath and every suck could pull this world.

When he made a move, all gazes were thrown towards him.

And he made his left hand a palm, his right hand a fist, joined them together, and bowed remotely towards Wang Xiao, who was in the midst of falling—

"Warrior Shu Wei Jun, respects Wang Xiao!"

A gentleman resides to the left, uses soldiers to the right. Auspicious matters are on the left, inauspicious matters are on the right. Right palm and left fist decide life and death; left palm and right fist discuss high and low.

Within that endless deep abyss, a peak was immediately pulled up, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, like an inverted goblet. It was exactly pushed under Wang Xiao's feet, catching him.

With this martial arts peak, respect Wang Xiao with a cup.

Shu Wei Jun came not to contend for the path, not to take advantage of others' danger and step on Wang Xiao across the heaven ditch, but to send Wang Xiao on his journey! To send up the highest respect of a warrior!

The heavy pressure on the bitter journey of the extreme path was all borne by this wine-goblet-shaped martial arts peak.

Shu Wei Jun, standing on the limited high place of the twenty-six heavens of martial arts, his whole body of muscles and bones sent out the unbearable heavy sound.

He bore the journey for Wang Xiao.

Cultivating martial arts for a thousand years, practicing fists, practicing spears, practicing the heart!

The majestic and pure martial arts of the Mohists, now people do not yield to the sages.

Wang Xiao, who was already oil exhausted and lamp dry, had this moment of relief. His eyelids lifted, and he opened his eyes.

At this moment, as if an ancient beast had awakened, the entire martial arts world was shaking.

On Hong Tomb Peak in the present world, qi and blood like smoke and wolves collided with the extreme heavens.

We warriors, one qi returns, qi and blood like a mountain flood!

At this time within the martial arts world, there was still a distant heaven ditch between him and that slight mountain shadow. But he stood steady, swaying, gripping his fist.

He bit his steel teeth, already prepared for the last charge.

But in front of him, another peak rose up, building a step for him.

A figure wearing heavy armor, thick eyebrows like peaks, wide eyes like the sea. In his hand a bronzed long spear, a short sword hanging at his waist. He also stood on the limited high place of the twenty-six heavens of martial arts, lifted his spear and sent it forward, his voice like thunder: "Warrior Wu Xun, sends Wang Xiao on his journey!"

Wang Xiao shattered the heavenly path barrier, blew open the eternal fog, and also made the warriors of the world believe that martial arts truly has an Absolute Peak.

The prophecy of "this road does not pass" is smashed from now on!

Figures like Wu Xun and Shu Wei Jun, martial arts peak figures, saw more clearly that if any of them were to replace Wang Xiao, they would not have reached this level.

Because they only understood at this time that martial arts development to now, the foundation is still not thick enough, still not truly reached the limit. They have already surpassed past warriors, but still have not walked to a truly no further position.

Stepping out this step today, no matter who it is, will fall.

Only Wang Xiao can still be so close to the Absolute Peak.

They must recognize, and truly recognize, that Wang Xiao is indeed the first person in martial arts under heaven.

So even Wu Xun, who dual-cultivates soldier and martial arts, also offered respect!

After Wu Xun swung his spear, another mountain flew out.

That was the warrior who rose in the north border, the gentle and refined Cao Yu Chan.

This person wore light armor and carried a bow, with a long body and long hands. Without a sound, he pulled up the limited high peak of the twenty-six heavens of martial arts, standing in a parallel position with Wu Xun and Shu Wei Jun.

He just flipped his hand, and the long bow was already in his palm. This bow was slender, looking very light, having a fragile feeling that it would break with a slight force. It made people doubt how astonishing an arrow it could send out.

Cao Yu Chan casually pulled the string, the bow already full moon, the arrow like a meteor—

"Warrior Cao Yu Chan, opens the road for Wang Xiao!"

Leaving the string, there was only a faint ringing sound, as if fearing to destroy the delicate body of this bow.

But after this arrow flew out, it instantly roared like a tornado, rolling an angry sea, pouncing open everything in sight, alive piercing through the gathering eternal fog once again!

In front of Wang Xiao, there was a clear expanse. The mountain shadow in his eyes instantly became very clear, majestic and concrete.

He stepped on the peak sent out by Wu Xun, ascended another step higher, gazing at the clearer Absolute Peak, and ahead, another peak rose.

That was a man in brocade clothes with a jade face, a delicate fan hanging at his waist, looking completely like someone whose four limbs were not diligent, making it very hard to believe his martial power.

But he stood firm within this martial arts world, not standing lower than any other martial arts master.

His fan was finer than ordinary fans, and also longer than ordinary fans. Made of falling iron, when not unfolded, it was like a heavy ruler.

He did not discuss wind, flowers, snow, and moon, did not sigh at the easy sadness of spring and autumn, only held his fist on the mountaintop, remotely facing Wang Xiao's back—

"Warrior Ji Jing Lu, respects the first person in martial arts under heaven!"

In the past few decades, at present, and in the foreseeable future, Wang Xiao is worthy of this name.

Today, Ji Jing Lu did not fight for anyone, only for the martial arts in his heart, offering a warrior's respect.

Is the martial arts world desolate?

Perhaps yes, for now.

But not lonely.

From ancient times to the present, there have always been warriors climbing.

In the six directions and eight sides, there has always been martial intent resonating.

Today, these four martial arts masters standing on "this shore," standing at the position where Wang Xiao first set out, actually fundamentally did not see anything about "that shore," only seeing a fallen warrior. But they believed Wang Xiao had already seen it, believed Wang Xiao could arrive.

And offered a warrior's respect, contributing their own strength.

They had no friendship with Wang Xiao, only for martial arts itself.

And Wang Xiao walked forward.

He indeed never thought that the last segment of the road leading to the Absolute Peak of martial arts would actually be walked so relaxed.

The other four martial arts masters in the present world joined hands to protect his path.

He took one step forward, ascending another step higher. When he stepped over the martial arts peak sent out by Ji Jing Lu, his Absolute Peak was already close at hand.

In this last moment, he did not roar, did not shout, not intense. No high singing and wild drinking, no past sad cries. Only lifting his foot, he lightly leaped—

He stepped over those martial arts peaks, connecting his fall. The traces of his past steps connected yesterday, today, and tomorrow. His body state had not yet recovered to its peak, but he easily carried the heavy pressure of the last segment of the bitter journey on the extreme path, and steadily... fell on solid ground.

How lightly described this one step is.

The long nights of the past, the bitterness, seemed insignificant.

Future years, future life, are a different world scenery.

Dao Calendar three nine two eight New Year's Eve.

Warrior Wang Xiao, set foot on the Absolute Peak!

From now on, the cultivation world turns a new chapter. From now on, the martial arts world opens a new heaven!

Standing on the Absolute Peak of martial arts, Wang Xiao's expression was unprecedentedly calm.

Looking back from the Absolute Peak, he saw not only the faces of the other four martial arts masters. He saw the shadows that had gone forward one by one during those long years.

He saw a path that was at first narrow, started from a very low point, and became wider and wider, lifted higher and higher. From flat ground to a long ridge, on a barren hill standing a plateau.

When the wind surrounds ten thousand miles and the peak is seen, only then do you know that the human world has an Absolute Peak.

This road is so long!

Only now did he understand.

That mountain he saw at the juncture of life and death, in the boundless fog sea...

That mountain actually did not exist.

Or rather, that mountain originally did not exist.

Because of him, it exists.

Self, this, and eternity.

The Absolute Peak of martial arts, standing alone.

From now on, standing majestically in the human world.

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