Top-Class Comprehension: Start with Basic Fist Techniques Chapter 764 - 253 Let’s Go Together, I Want to Fight Dozens!

"I believe that one day, we martial artists will no longer fear guns and cannons, and decades of hard training will no longer be reduced to a joke!"

"I also believe that my Extre Martial Arts style is the true martial arts!"

When Lu Changsheng finished speaking, the entire room fell silent. All that remained was the sound of heavy breathing.

"Creating your own Extre Martial Arts style, the true martial arts?"

"No Refining Strength, just enhancing physical resilience, and claiming to not fear guns and cannons in the future?"

"Insane... Lu Yuan, you’re truly insane..."

Finally, so senior brothers snapped back to reality. The way they looked at Lu Yuan was as if staring at a madman.

Not fear guns and cannons?

That was a dream pursued tirelessly by countless martial artists.

But who could achieve it?

Even the most talented martial artist, even a Gang-level Grandmaster, wouldn’t dare to claim they didn’t fear guns and cannons.

And now Lu Yuan, just a re Light Force martial artist—even if he had reached the Dark Force level—dared to claim he had created a new style of martial arts that could disregard firearms?

Wasn’t that the biggest joke under the heavens?

It was as absurd as a primary school student claiming to have invented calculus.

Completely ridiculous!

Lu Changsheng laughed.

He naturally understood that nobody would believe him based on words alone.

But martial artists were, in fact, a straightforward group to deal with.

"In literature, there’s no definitive ranking; in martial arts, there’s no second place."

Whether sothing works or not—it’s revealed in a fight.

"Senior brothers and sisters, so among you have even developed Dark Force."

"I’ve been practicing my self-created Extre Martial Arts style for a little over a month now."

"I won’t use Dark Force; I’ll rely solely on my body’s strength to spar with my senior brothers and sisters. Then everyone will naturally see if I’m crazy or just trying to gain attention."

"What do my senior brothers and sisters think?"

Lu Yuan’s gaze swept over everyone in the room.

"Fine, I’ll go first."

Sister Xiang was straightforward, being the first to step forward.

She couldn’t believe Lu Yuan’s so-called "nonsense."

Self-created Extre Martial Arts style?

That was the joke of the century!

Sister Xiang was increasingly convinced that Lu Yuan must have been ntally shaken after almost dying in a martial arts competition, leading to his unstable state of mind.

Once she beat Lu Yuan to the ground, he would naturally "wake up" and stop spouting such nonsense.

"Master, what do you think..."

Sister Xiang turned her gaze toward Fei Qianliu.

Lu Changsheng also looked at Fei Qianliu.

"Very well, spar among fellow disciples, but stop at the point of contact!"

Fei Qianliu nodded in agreent.

He himself had lost to Lu Yuan in a sowhat inexplicable manner.

Now with another disciple stepping forward, he could observe from a bystander’s perspective to see just what Lu Yuan’s so-called Extre Martial Arts style was all about.

And so, Lu Yuan and Sister Xiang stepped outside and headed for the second-floor hall.

The hall was spacious enough to let them go all out.

Though it was officially a spar, in reality, it bordered on a full-blown fight!

"Isn’t that Senior Brother Lu Yuan? I heard he almost got killed in the first round of the martial arts competition."

"But I also heard it wasn’t because Senior Brother Lu was too weak—it was because his opponent was too strong. Didn’t his opponent eventually take third place in the competition?"

"Exactly, Senior Brother Lu lost to the third-place finisher. It’s not exactly disgraceful."

"It’s said that Sister Xiang has already mastered Dark Force. She’s incredibly powerful. If Senior Brother Lu spars with her, he’s bound to get pumled again..."

A group of martial arts trainees stood to the side, their expressions brimming with excitent.

After all, it was rare to witness a real fight between martial arts experts.

Especially when Sister Xiang was a Dark Force master.

They were eager to see just how extraordinary Dark Force truly was.

Lu Changsheng and Sister Xiang took their positions in the hall.

Sister Xiang spoke seriously, "Fists and kicks don’t have eyes. Admit defeat if you can’t endure."

Lu Changsheng nodded and said, "Senior sister, go all out. Don’t hold back—your Dark Force won’t harm ."

Seeing Lu Changsheng’s confident expression, Sister Xiang felt a twinge of irritation and resolved not to hold back.

She would "teach" Lu Yuan a harsh lesson, making him "wake up" and face reality.

"Whoosh."

Sister Xiang made her move.

The few steps between them were closed in an instant as she surged forward, appearing right in front of Lu Changsheng.

But Lu Changsheng didn’t dodge.

In his eyes, Sister Xiang’s speed was incredibly slow.

At that level of speed, it was laughably easy for him to evade.

However, this was the perfect opportunity to demonstrate his Extre Martial Arts style.

So, he chose not to move and simply stood there calmly.

"Smack."

Sister Xiang’s palm struck Lu Changsheng’s body.

They were, after all, fellow disciples sparring, not engaged in a life-or-death battle. Thus, Sister Xiang only hit Lu Changsheng’s arm and avoided any vital areas.

But even so, the mont her Spiral Power coursed through his body, it should have paralyzed Lu Yuan’s arm instantly.

Yet, despite being struck by the Spiral Power, Lu Yuan didn’t react in the slightest.

He raised his arm effortlessly, smiling as he said, "Senior Sister Xiang, is this the best you’ve got?"

"What?"

Sister Xiang’s heart shuddered.

She stared intently at Lu Yuan’s arm.

But what she saw was clear.

Lu Yuan’s arm wasn’t broken, nor was it swollen, and its movent showed no signs of being impeded.

It was as though her Spiral Power had no effect at all.

Still, releasing a single Spiral Power strike consud significant energy. She knew the power of her own technique better than anyone else—its effect was undeniable.

"Again!"

Sister Xiang gritted her teeth, transforming her palm into a fist and punching fiercely toward Lu Yuan’s abdon.