Chapter 71

The first video file name is: One, Confucius Academy Warrior Sixth Level vs. Profound Heaven Sect Warrior Sixth Level.

That is Lin Xin and Zhao Renwu.

As soon as the video footage appeared, Lin Xin and Zhao Renwu stood proudly facing each other, exchanging their names and details.

Name, age, cultivation base, hometown...

Although Cang Luo had filmed from a distance and captured no sound, when the video was zoomed in, the Fenglin Huoshan team gasped at the fighters’ appearances.

Someone uncertainly said, “Aren’t they just kids? I’d guess they’re no more than fifteen or sixteen.”

Someone beside him nodded, then asked in confusion, “Can someone this young even become a warrior? At this age, on Earth they’d be a high schooler, playing video games.”

The group joked around, since Cang Luo hadn’t indicated who would win, so everyone speculated on the outcome—many even joked that the loser would treat everyone to late-night snacks.

Normally, most people would assume the Profound Heaven Sect boy would win—men are stronger than women, an eternal truth.

But this was Earth’s truth, not the truth of Yuanwu Continent.

The video was short—from the exchange of names and cultivation levels to Zhao Renwu’s defeat by Lin Xin, it lasted only seconds; the team hadn’t even gotten their fill before it ended.

“Is this what an alien warrior looks like? Not impressive at all!”

“Yeah, punch and palm, no different from a street brawl.”

“Feels less exciting than Cang Luo’s fight with the beast...”

The Fenglin Huoshan team had expected to see martial arts masters exchanging blows like in wuxia films—instead, the fight ended in one round. They were deeply disappointed, even dismissive.

The only surprising and pleasing outcome was that the Confucius Academy girl won—the stronger the Confucius Academy, the better for China when the two worlds connect.

But laymen see the spectacle; experts see the technique.

Li Weiguo frowned and said, “Didn’t that Confucius Academy girl land at least twenty palms in an instant? So fast!”

“Thirty-two palms,” replied Leng Jian, seated to his right.

“Thirty-two palms?!”

Li Weiguo was startled—he’d thought himself conservative, but he’d still underestimated. Recovering from shock, he turned and asked, “Leng Jian, what’s your assessment of their combat power?”

Leng Jian said calmly, “Give me a gun, and I can kill as many of these alien warriors as there are.”

“Hmm.”

Li Weiguo nodded faintly—he also felt alien warriors at the Warrior level were nothing special; any fully armed soldier from the Fenglin Huoshan combat team could handle them easily.

At that moment, Zhang Baojia suddenly asked, “What if unarmed?”

Leng Jian paused, then said gravely, “Their speed and strength exceed mine. In a direct confrontation, I have only a thirty percent chance of winning—ninety percent if I ambush.”

“Thirty percent?!”

Li Weiguo stared at Leng Jian in shock—this was the finest soldier in all of China, and he had only a thirty percent chance against the lowest-tier alien warrior?

Zhang Baojia was also deeply startled, speaking with grave seriousness: “Alien warriors are divided into ten levels... this... is the lowest.”

He paused, then exhaled, feigning ease: “Thankfully, we have guns—and atomic bombs...”

The two hundred-plus Fenglin Huoshan staff were equally stunned—they knew Leng Jian was the kind of man who could take on ten grown men alone.

Yet even such a master had only a thirty percent chance against an alien kid?

The team immediately shed their dismissiveness, watching the looping video with solemn attention.

After a long silence, Li Weiguo ordered, “Play the second video!”

The second video file name is: Two, Confucius Academy Warrior Seventh Level vs. Profound Heaven Sect Warrior Eighth Level.

Before the video even started, the team noticed the file name with curiosity—the fighters’ cultivation levels weren’t equal.

Interest surged—they hoped this match would be more exciting, more entertaining than the last.

The video began. When the Fenglin Huoshan team saw the fighters appear on the big screen, they immediately sympathized with the Confucius Academy contestant.

Because the Confucius Academy fighter was a thin, dark-skinned boy who looked malnourished, while his opponent from the Profound Heaven Sect was a fat man weighing two or three hundred jin.

The two fighters weren’t even in the same weight class—if this were a street brawl, the lighter one would be instantly crushed.

Worse, the Confucius Academy fighter’s cultivation was one level lower—this was clearly not a fair match.

Was this the legendary challenge across levels?

At that moment, many lost their fondness for the Profound Heaven Sect, seeing them as bullies, and grew even more hostile toward Cang Luo, who belonged to that sect.

As Chinese people, they still hoped the Confucius Academy side would win.

Then the match began. The fat man charged first, rushing at the frail dark boy like a bull. The team watched, hearts in their throats.

They believed the outcome was certain—the Confucius Academy boy would lose without doubt. They only hoped he’d lose with dignity, not disgrace Confucius.

They watched tensely as the dark boy stood ready, hoping he’d dodge the fat man’s attack and not lose too quickly.

But something unexpected happened—the Confucius Academy dark boy effortlessly dodged the Profound Heaven Sect fat man’s attack, then knocked him to the ground with just three punches...

Because Cang Luo had moved closer to film, the team now heard the dialogue between Sima Ling and Wang Fuhai, learning their names—and that Sima Ling’s three punches were called True Yang Fist.

The team rejoiced at Sima Ling’s victory over Wang Fuhai across levels, stunned by the alien warriors’ power.

The team was thrilled by the Confucius Academy’s strength, proud that it was linked to China.

The team eagerly anticipated the day the two worlds connected, so they could cultivate and become warriors themselves...

The video continued looping. Li Weiguo said gravely, “Leng Jian...”

Leng Jian frowned, staring long at Sima Ling’s offensive movements, then shook his head: “If I face him head-on, I have no chance. Bullets won’t hit him.”

“And he said True Yang Fist has the effect of striking through mountains to hit oxen—so even my most advanced armor won’t help. One punch, and my internal organs will be shattered.”

Li Weiguo and Zhang Baojia exchanged glances, each seeing terror in the other’s eyes—profoundly shaken by the alien warriors’ power.

Zhang Baojia said solemnly, “Even the lowest-tier Warrior has this power—what terrifying being would the highest-tier Wu Sheng, equal to a god, be?”

If they invade Earth next year, how do we defend ourselves?

As Cang Luo said, if they send just one superhuman warrior, I think they could destroy Earth.”

Li Weiguo remained silent.

Leng Jian also remained silent, staring at Sima Ling on the screen, fists clenched tightly on his thighs—the alien warriors’ strength did not frighten him; it excited him.

Leng Jian looked forward to the two worlds connecting, looked forward to fighting alien warriors!

He was a warrior—a born warrior, the strongest warrior of China!

No matter who the enemy, if they dared invade China’s territory, he would crush them!

Even if he couldn’t win, he would fight!

The heavy conversation of the three leaders left the staff behind them deeply anxious.

Facing such an enemy, could we only rely on nuclear weapons?

But that useless Cang Luo said if nukes can’t be used in the alien world, they’re meaningless.

After a long silence, Li Weiguo ordered again: “Play the third video...”

The third video file name is: Three, Confucius Academy Warrior Seventh Level vs. Profound Heaven Sect Warrior Seventh Level.

The video began. The team saw Sima Ling had not left the arena—he declared he’d fight a third match, even challenge a Profound Heaven Sect Warrior Ninth Level disciple.

The team instantly admired Sima Ling, and viewed the Profound Heaven Sect with even greater disdain.

It seemed that even among Imperial-level sects, there were strengths and weaknesses.

Confucius Academy disciples outshone Profound Heaven Sect disciples in attire, spirit, and power.

The video continued. The Profound Heaven Sect had not yet selected a challenger.

The team thought the Profound Heaven Sect had backed down—eighth level couldn’t beat seventh level, so now they’d have to send a ninth level to win? But the video file name clearly stated both were seventh level.

What was the Profound Heaven Sect planning?

Was this seventh level warrior stronger than the previous eighth level fat man?

Or were they sending someone of equal level to avoid the shame of losing?

As the Fenglin Huoshan team silently mocked the Profound Heaven Sect, a sudden commotion erupted among the Profound Heaven Sect’s crowd on screen.

Then a bearded, disheveled young man stepped onto the arena, standing opposite Sima Ling...