I Have A Martial Dao World

"Our Great Shun Dynasty was established through martial prowess and pacified the world with it. This martial arts tournament not only aims to promote our national martial arts and strengthen our military aspirations but also to make friends through martial arts and learn about the capabilities of our overseas counterparts…"

In the arena, an official clad in a scarlet robe was delivering a "pre-tournament speech".

The peacock embroidery on his robe indicated that he was a civil official. Yet, his powerful voice, sonorous and effortlessly filling the entire venue, also demonstrated his impressive Martial Dao Cultivation.

Two officials were in charge of overseeing this martial arts tournament. One was An Dehai, and the other was this man.

Li Pei introduced him to the crowd, "This is Lord Yuan Kaisheng, who has just returned from Goryeo, a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Blood-Exchange Realm.

Lord Yuan is quite adept, having held Goryeo firmly in the grip of the Imperial Court, and even personally took charge of transporting provisions to the Liaodong frontline during wartime.

Li Zhongtang holds him in high regard and has petitioned for a 'Golden Banquet' in his honor. Barring any unforeseen events, the Imperial Court will soon have another Golden Body Realm Grandmaster!"

Lu Yao nodded while simultaneously scanning for Kotaro Komura, only to regretfully find that the man had not appeared. Enjoy new chapters from empire

This martial arts tournament saw Izumo as the second-largest participating nation. He should have shown his face and taken a cruise missile strike.

However, Lu Yao was not in a hurry; in two days' time, the "Longevity Banquet" would see ministers from all nations attending as observers, and that man would certainly have to make an appearance.

Lu Yao turned and inquired of Liao Ya, "Senior sister, what's the situation with the Xiao family? Tell me about it."

Liao Ya bit her lip and sighed softly, "Back when our father died in battle, my sister and I returned to the Imperial City to seek refuge with our mother's family.

Then… the Xiao family arranged for our mother to remarry and even wanted to send us sisters to the Joyful Sect to cultivate!"

Li Pei exclaimed in shock, "What? Isn't the Joyful Sect…"

Liao Ya's face flushed with anger as she spat out, "The so-called Bodhisattva of the Joyful Sect... pah, is nothing but a madam! She took a fancy to us at a glance, promising the Xiao family countless benefits. Fortunately, I managed to escape with my sister when no one was paying attention."

The usually silent Liao Qe spoke in a low voice, "It was our mother who secretly let us go…"

Just as Liao Ya was about to say more, a succession of ceremonial cannons sounded from the arena, and Lord Yuan saluted in the direction of the Imperial City, inquiring after The Empress Dowager's health, and declared the start of the tournament.

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There were more than 200 participants in this tournament. With so many Blood-Exchange Warriors gathered in one place, it truly was a rare grand event.

Not all these contestants were motivated by fame or fortune, or driven by special purposes.

Many martial artists simply wanted to exchange insights with their peers to increase their understanding and accumulate experience.

At the moment, Lu Yao's opponent was a young monk who had just entered the Blood-Exchange Realm.

"Fahua Temple's Prajna Hall—Ben Neng, greets Young Master Lu." The monk named Ben Neng clasped his hands in greeting, "This humble monk knows he is no match for Young Master Lu and impudently asks for guidance."

"Fahua Temple?" Lu Yao replied with a smile, clasping his fists, "I know Monk Ben Ming. Hasn't he come?"

Embarrassment showed on Ben Neng's face, "Brother Ben Ming is now a wanted criminal, long expelled from our temple, and certainly cannot participate in the tournament."

"Oh, I almost forgot, he's also a man with a bounty of a thousand taels on his head," nodded Lu Yao.

At that moment, a junior official in green robes inspected both participants, ensuring they had no prohibited items on them, such as firearms or excessively powerful sacred weapons.

The two men took their stances and began.

Ben Neng's foundations were solid; he practiced external hardening martial skills. His punches and kicks were powerful and heavy yet swift, each strike emitting an explosive sound and scattering Qi in all directions, blasting small pits in the tournament ground.

Such strength was considered top-tier in the Blood-Exchange Realm, but it was a pity his Spirit Refining Stage was only at "Entering Tranquility."

Lu Yao expertly dodged each of Ben Neng's attacks, allowing the strikes to barely brush past his clothes, rendering them futile.

The two moved together as though they were performing a coordinated routine, almost resembling a master imparting techniques to a disciple.

After Ben Neng finished his set of punches, Lu Yao sidestepped an attempt at the explosive "Prajna Palm" and nonchalantly touched him on the chest and neck.

The gap was too vast, and Ben Neng knew to be sensible. He quickly halted his movements and brought his hands together, "Thank you, Young Master Lu, for your guidance."

"You flatter me."

The two amiably concluded their match with the entire bout, including the initial conversation, lasting precisely two minutes.

This also turned out to be the longest bout in the tournament. Duels between martial artists rarely exceed a minute!

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At that moment, the military officer of the Izumo Embassy, Mitsuomi Kamiya, dressed in a karate uniform, stepped onto the stage.

His opponent was also a monk, from—Baique Temple.

The two briefly exchanged greetings before the battle began. Mitsuomi Kamiya brought his palms together like a knife and struck his opponent's chest in rapid succession.

It was as if a little mouse had burrowed into the monk's body, causing bulges to appear all over. The next second, his organs spewed out from his navel and mouth, green and red staining his body and the ground.

The monk cried out, trying to stuff his organs back in, but such a wound wouldn't last long even with Blood-Exchange, and he could only die desperately clutching his viscera.

In another match, Xiao Zan held a Great Lance, "A hint of cold light arrives first, followed by the lance like a dragon." With the move "Blue Dragon Bearing Sorrow," he directly pierced his opponent's head, leaving a headless corpse to collapse on the ground.

The duration of both matches combined didn't exceed one minute.

The cruel methods provoked bursts of exclamations:

"The martial arts tournament never said it was a 'fight to the death', this brutality is too much!"

"The Izumo people I can understand, but why is the Xiao family doing this too!?"

"This young master of the Xiao family has always been overbearing. Just watch—he'll get into trouble sooner or later!"

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The Izumo warriors on the field were all vicious and ruthless, willing to bite off a chunk of flesh even if they couldn't beat their opponent, determined to grievously wound the other at the risk of mutual destruction.

For a time, those from the Shun Dynasty were terrified of being killed, and many gave up as soon as they saw that their opponent was an Izumo Warrior.

As a result, the martial arts tournament proceeded even faster, and soon it was Lu Yao's turn to enter the stage.

His opponent was an Izumo man in a blue naval uniform, with a long sword strapped to his waist, from which traces of blood could be faintly seen.

This man had already slain two people! Both were cut into four pieces by the immensely powerful Iai Slash!

As the two met, they immediately attracted the attention of the entire audience. The referee quickly left the field after inspection, and the battle began!

"I, Ishikawa Goichi of the Ichi School—today I will claim your head to sharpen my Heart Sword!"

Ishikawa Goichi exuded a resolute aura of death, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his body tensing like a coiling spring.

Lu Yao gestured with a 'come at me' motion, and in the next instant, his opponent truly shot forward like lightning!

"Secret Technique—Soaring Dragon Slash!" Ishikawa Goichi roared, his voice echoing throughout the entire arena, and he used the explosive force of his step to close the distance in a blink of an eye!

He concentrated all his strength into this move; his katana was filled with all his murderous intent, carrying an unstoppable resolve as it fiercely unsheathed!!

Ishikawa Goichi, merely in the Spirit Refining State, knew he was no match for Lu Yao, so he aimed for a 'one move victory,' to slay the Spirit Refining Genius of the Shun Dynasty!

On a narrow path, the brave emerges victorious, it was either you die or I perish!

In that moment, all martial artists' attention was captured by his insane aura and murderous intent, as they looked on with focused spirit.

As the two contestants crossed paths, a massive slash seemed to flash by Lu Yao's body, carving a giant ten-meter-long gash on the ground of the competition field that seemed bottomless at a glance!

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The arena fell silent as everyone watched intently to find out the outcome.

Xiao Zan stood with his lance, a look of anticipation in his eyes, fantasizing that Lu Yao would lose his life;

"Don't harm my eagle" Xiang Cheng was also watching the match, hoping that even if Lu Yao didn't die, he would at least be humiliated.

Just as the two sisters and Li Pei started to get nervous, everyone suddenly realized—something was very wrong in the arena!

Ishikawa Goichi stared blankly at his empty hands, incredulous: "Where's my sword!?"

"It's right here~" His sword, somehow, was now in Lu Yao's hands!

It turned out that in the instant they crossed paths, in that extremely brief moment, Lu Yao had entered the Spirit Refining State, managing to dodge the powerful strike and even taking his opponent's sword away.

Lu Yao flicked the katana with his finger, emitting a crisp ding, he swung it twice and said, "Secret Technique—Soaring Dragon Slash~ that's what it's called, right?"

He turned into a silver shadow, flashing past Ishikawa Goichi's body.

Every move Lu Yao made was exactly the same as his opponent's, a striking imitation of his secret technique!

"This is impossible!" Ishikawa Goichi's face was a mixture of shock and disbelief as his body slanted into two, and then four parts, scattering on the ground.

Lu Yao nonchalantly tossed the katana onto the corpse, dusted off his hands, and walked off the stage.