Chapter 892: Starry Sky Martial Performance Ceremony (47)

"Huh?" Zhang Chulan's eyebrows nearly knit together, "Do Xianzhou people also practice Qi?"

But thinking it over, it makes perfect sense. When a person is born, the innate Qi becomes limbs and flesh; is it only Earthlings who have grasped this? As the saying goes, "Heaven's way does not grant alone," and the insights they could master, the Xianzhou people likely comprehended thousands of years earlier.

Although that guy in red who enlarged himself and slammed into the ceiling didn't look very smart, his boundless strength perfectly matches Lord Lu's first tier of "Reverse Life Triple," filling his body with true Qi so that every move carries the power of dragons and tigers; combined with his ability to stretch and shrink at will... just these two traits are enough to found a sect and become a generation's grandmaster.

"No wonder Yan Qing and Jingliu can freely command ice and snow..."

By combining Qi‑refining techniques with the Xianzhou's extraordinary methods, Zhang Chulan's many confusions about Xianzhou are instantly resolved.

No wonder, it's not surprising at all.

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"How many times have I told you! Don't keep that broken gourd open all the time!" the old man fumed, wanting to scold.

Xing, from outside, reminded, "You no longer have any grandsons."

"Then... I'll rely on you, Greyhair Master! Once this is done, I'll adopt you as my honorary grandson!"

A vein of blue pulsed across Xing's forehead: "Old thing, if you take advantage of me I'll beat you!!"

Just as Xing was about to pull out her bat and charge in, the robber and the kidnapped old man emerged, and Yunqi happened to arrive with reinforcements.

"I surrender! I surrender!" the robber raised both hands, "General! Grab me quickly! I surrender, I turn myself in! That old man gathered a bunch of lunatics and tormented me with a wheel battle!"

Fortunately, only the robber's seven grandsons were injured throughout, and there was nothing else to see, so Xing quickly withdrew from those strange fellows.

Xing arrived at the side of the Jingfeng Vessel and, from afar, saw a red‑haired fox person over 190 cm tall and muscular standing on the rail, staring at her from a distance.

As Xing approached, the man's face immediately showed regret: "What a pity, what a pity. I thought you were qualified, but I was mistaken. This tiny Jingfeng Vessel boasts that it attracts the world's martial experts; I hoped it would excite me, but it seems nothing special. Ah..."

"Who are you? Can you finish your sentence, what qualification?"

"My name is Fan Yong, I'm searching for the strong. I originally thought you were, but unfortunately that was just my illusion; your purity isn't enough." Fan Yong paused, "Don't misunderstand, among these mediocrities you're still among the top. That's why I sighed 'what a pity.'"

"Look at them. Their punches lack force, sword techniques are sloppy, footwork is loose, reactions are slow… with such skill they still dare to embarrass themselves here. This group of mediocrities is only missing the words 'Long Live Friendship' on their faces. All together, they don't even match a single toe of mine."

"If you put it that way, you're pretty strong, huh?" Xing heard this with some irritation; the man babbled a lot yet didn't even give his name.

"I've defeated the task force of the Armed Archaeology Sect, torn a Beast Ship apart with my hands, taken an ion cannon to the face… If I step onto the arena, everyone present would perish from a single simple move of mine; then what's the point of this competition? The match would have ended long ago."

Fanma looked down haughtily at the arena below: "Moreover, I've signed a non‑aggression pact with Xianzhou, so I won't wage war within the Alliance's territory. If I accidentally lose control and sink Luofu, who would be responsible?"

——

Renya.

"Fanma... it's Fanma Yuujirou!"

Tokugawa's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the man on the sky curtain who seemed to stand proudly above all things.

That fiery red hair, the twisted muscles on his back like a demon's face, the confidence perched atop a pinnacle of strength...

I am... I am myself!

"Yuujirou, are you still a fox person?! I heard that in Japan some office workers, after eating instant noodles, claimed to have seen a fox person resembling Yuujirou... So the legend is real?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?!" Yuujirou's cheeks sprouted veins, "I've always been here, never gone to any Luofu Xianzhou! Yet this guy looks exactly like me... interesting..."

"So the Fanma aliens actually exist?"

In Tokugawa's impression, anyone with Fanma blood is undoubtedly a top‑tier powerhouse on this planet, whether it's the one who signed a non‑aggression pact with Pretty Nation and can outdanger every human weapon—Fanma Yuujirou himself—or his offspring Fanma Renya and Jack Fanma... Their physical qualities have already far surpassed human limits.

Someone once suggested that the ancestors of the Fanma clan were extraterrestrials beyond Earth; Tokugawa originally dismissed it, but now it seems... the Fanma in the sky curtain might actually be Yuujirou's ancestor from Luofu Xianzhou!

Undoubtedly, Yuujirou also carries fox blood.

Perhaps the secret that the Fanma clan has maintained for millennia, the true face beneath that ghostly back, is...

Moon Mad!!

After understanding all this, Tokugawa's mind cleared.

Even Xianzhou had to sign a non‑aggression treaty with the Fanma clan's fox ancestors; it seems Pretty Nation's approach was correct. That Tangnade fellow is probably now grateful for his wise decision...

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"Alas, being invincible is so lonely and sad for a warrior. I still need to find a opponent who can still fight once; if you think of anything, let me know." Fanma looked at the martial men below, sighed lightly, "Hmph, it's only peace now; in the era of the Prosperous People's wars, the tricks they play are more like a dance than combat."

"Especially those mediocrities who tout 'secret arts, hidden transmissions, secret techniques'—they're just too noisy. Only those who see themselves as weak rely on techniques; true strongmen need only pure strength."

"Then I'll recommend a few strong ones for you."

The guy's dismissive gaze irritated Xing: "I'll go ask General Feixiao."

"The illustrious General Tianji, after losing a private duel with me outside Luofu Xianzhou, would cause a bad impression if spread, harming the unity of the Xianzhou Alliance, especially for the Qingqiu Army."

Xing: "?"

"Then I also know a lost envoy."

Fanma sneered further: "Just a petty envoy, call Star God over."

Xing: "???"

Saying that, Xing reached for her bat, intending to let this blustering guy taste the salt of the bat.

"I've advised you; you still have a wonderful life, not worth dying for this. Don't even think about it; I can't think of anyone who could defeat me, and that question has troubled me for a long time, but I'm not in a hurry."