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Twin Towers, over four hundred meters high.

Wu Li and Adam kept repeating their punches, cycling through direct and splitting fist without cease.

At the fifth exchange of punches, Li San, who had been closely watching the live broadcast, suddenly said for no apparent reason, "I am already dead."

Some in the audience were confused, while others seemed to understand.

Since Wu Li and Adam were on a tightrope, they couldn't unleash their full power, so both their speed and strength were still within 'normal' limits.

The reason Li San said he was 'dead' was that he had put himself in their shoes. He realized that whether facing Adam's straightforward and utterly pure straight punch or facing Wu's almost Dao-like Splitting Fist, even if he could match their speed and strength, he was still no match for them.

By the fifth punch, he would have been knocked down.

At the same time, Xing Jun, who was also watching this live broadcast, had a similar thought.

His realm was higher, he saw more details, and he believed that if it were him, he could only take a maximum of ten punches before being defeated.

Zhang Daolong, proud as ever and also observing the broadcast, had sparred with Adam before and deeply studied Wu Li, but only now did he truly realize the enormous gap between himself and these two men.

"I'll lose within fifteen punches..." Zhang Daolong thought bleakly.

At this point, the number of people watching the live broadcast had exceeded a hundred million, and more and more of the world's top martial artists and fighters put themselves in the scenario, yet few believed they could withstand many punches...

As the world watched, the two on the tightrope continued their fisticuffs, a process that lasted a full ten minutes!

For ten minutes, they struck each other hundreds of times, each punch a peak of bodily control, each nearing the elastic limit of the wire beneath their feet!

Originally, Wu Li's power value hadn't reached the peak of 199, but after exchanging blows with Adam twice, his control over his body had also secretly reached its pinnacle.

Obviously, the pressure Adam had put on him was tremendous and so were the gains.

However, even though both men's power values had reached 199, and their Divine Values were also 199, staying under such extreme control for a full ten minutes had strained every nerve and pushed their bodies to the limit.

Wu Li had already suffered internal injuries, and now blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Adam, on the other hand, seemed completely unchanged, his eyes still devoid of any emotion, his movements flawless, like a tireless machine.

Another three minutes passed, and by now, a large crowd had gathered beneath the Twin Towers, craning their necks and taking out their phones to take pictures, while helicopters approached from a distance.

Clearly, this extraordinary duel had alarmed the French government.

But the two men in combat only had eyes for each other, and even if the sky were falling, they wouldn't spare it a glance.

Wu Li felt somewhat delirious, this feeling of pushing all his energy and physical strength to the limit was something he hadn't experienced in a long time.

"Another ten punches, and I will completely lose control of my body."

Wu Li had a fine understanding of his body condition, determining the outcome in just an instant.

This ability would be terrifying in combat, but at that moment, it seemed cruel as Wu Li watched himself inch closer to death.

Since mastering the Heavenly Tilt technique, Wu Li hadn't truly faced a threat of death, even during his encounter with the gunman Paul, the situation had always been under his control.

Only now, Wu Li was truly nearing death.

And this feeling was different from any before; in the past, times when Wu Li faced deadly threats were just moments of life and death. This time, the process was much slowed.

This experience was something Wu Li had never encountered even with Virtual Battle Cards.

Ten punches.

Nine punches.

Eight punches.

...

Wu Li continued to strike, drawing ever closer to death.

"How fascinating this feeling is."

In that moment, Wu Li actually closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth curling up.

He felt fear, yet he was exploring death with a fearful heart.

There's great terror between life and death. If he could overcome it, would his Martial Arts advance further?

This was Wu Li's true thought at that moment.

He had once said: "Human effort is finite, but Martial Arts is boundless. To fight the infinite with the limited, is it not magnificent?"

In what could potentially be the last few seconds of his life, Wu Li was still trying to find a way to enhance his Martial Arts.

He had always kept his promises...

...

Fifth punch.

Fourth punch.

Third punch.

When the third punch was thrown, Adam, who had been completely unemotional until then, changed his expression and suddenly broke out of his Divine Descent Technique!

Blood spilled from his mouth, his expression complicated.

He was also approaching his limit, but he did not have the same boldness and courage as Wu Li to step towards death to see who would falter first.

He dared not gamble! So he stopped first.

"Let's die together..."

The next instant, Adam ignored Wu Li's Splitting Fist and stomped full force on the steel wire beneath his feet.

He intended to break the wire and fall along with Wu Li!

With his strength, there was no possibility of failure; this stomp would surely break both ends of the wire.

Inviting Wu Li to duel on this wire had another meaning: no matter what, at least in the end, I can drag you down with me!

Wu Li had already figured this out beforehand but still calmly went to the battle, which was why Adam had earlier said that Wu Li hadn't disappointed him.

Just as Adam's foot was about to hit the wire, Wu Li's Splitting Fist suddenly accelerated.

Bang!

Wu Li delivered a diagonal Splitting Fist to Adam's neck, sending him tumbling down onto the steel wire!

Adam, hanging mid-air, widened his eyes in disbelief as he looked at Wu Li.

Only then did Wu Li open his eyes, his face filled with joy as he gazed at Adam.

"I've broken through."

...

On December 22, 2022, Wu Li, the World's No.1 Fighter, faced off against the Le Yuan leader, Adam, between the Paris Twin Towers.

In front of billions of viewers worldwide, Wu Li eventually struck Adam down from the sky with a punch.

Adam died on the spot.

The World's No.1 remained the World's No.1.

...

June 9, 2024.

The first day after the Hua Country college entrance exams.

Millions of candidates began their celebrations, but this summer, many celebrated in a slightly different way.

Over one hundred thousand high school students from other regions traveled to Shudu by various means. They weren't there for tourism, but to watch a competition.

The first World Martial Arts Equipment Competition!

In the center of Shudu, outside the Bo Yuan Martial Arts Hall that could hold a hundred thousand people, it was packed with crowds.

"Grandma, grandma, I want to go see Wu Li!"

A seven-year-old boy nagged his grandmother outside the Martial Arts Hall.

"Who is Wu Li?" his grandmother asked with a headache.

"He's the World's No.1 Fighter!" the little boy shouted excitedly.

"Is that the one who performed magic on the Spring Festival Gala last year?" the grandmother unexpectedly remembered.

"That wasn't magic, it was Martial Arts! Wu Li is the World's No.1, and all his moves are real Kung Fu!" the little boy yelled excitedly.

A few passing high school students smiled upon hearing this, not finding it odd.

The reason was simple, the person the little boy spoke of had already become an absolute idol among Hua Country's younger generation!

In fact, not just the youth, many of their parents also admired Wu Li and supported their children learning Martial Arts at Bo Yuan Martial Arts Hall.

...

Inside Bo Yuan Martial Arts Hall, Li San and Elder Zheng Yingrong sat in a VIP box.

"In recent years, his ventures have become increasingly grand. He's now even initiated such a competition," Elder remarked as he observed the packed Martial Arts Hall below.

Li San smiled, "I heard it was a fortuitous occurrence. He stumbled upon a company doing relevant research and decided to finance them. Surprisingly, they actually achieved results."

"Have you tried it?" Elder asked curiously.

Li San nodded, "I have tested it. The armor provides excellent protection. Even if I stab with all my power, the person inside wouldn't suffer serious injuries."

Elder: "There's still danger then."

Li San chuckled, "Of course, there's some risk. Which Martial Arts competition is entirely safe? Although the armor is made entirely of high-tech materials and is quite light, weighing just over thirty pounds, one of the entry requirements is that contestants must be able to perform a series of maneuvers while wearing it. So relatively speaking, the contestants' physical fitness is decent and less prone to accidents."

Fully enclosed semi-automatic close-fitting armor!

This was the highlight of this equipment-based competition. While ensuring sufficient protection, many parts of the armor were equipped with sensors.

Contestants fighting with equipment—whenever a significant hit was received on specific parts, the corresponding sections of the armor would automatically lock up. If vitals were hit, the entire armor would lock up, and the contestant would automatically lose.

This type of armor was unprecedented, as was the competition mode!

The first World Martial Arts Equipment Competition invited Martial Artists and Fighters from all over the world, with the top prize being one hundred million US dollars!

"I heard that he also spread a word in the Martial Arts Circle, those who participate in this competition and achieve certain results would receive a Martial Arts Secret Manual hand-written by him?" Elder asked.

Li San nodded, "Correct, he has prepared over a hundred different Martial Arts Secret Manuals, containing many long-lost Martial Arts Techniques and Training Methods, as well as some of his own insights."

"I don't even know where he got all these Martial Arts from; they're too comprehensive, covering every school and style! He said that these Martial Arts shouldn't just stay in his hands, so he's trying to pass them on as much as possible."

"That's quite a generous move," Elder exclaimed again, "No wonder so many people are participating in this competition."

Who could resist such a competition with an astronomical prize, Martial Arts Secret Manuals hand-written by the World's No.1 Fighter, and global attention?

As they spoke, the lights in the Martial Arts Hall dimmed.

The hall, filled with a hundred thousand people, suddenly quieted down and then erupted into tremendous cheers.

A figure stood at the center of the stage.

He was the founder of Bo Yuan Martial Arts Hall, the founder of the Yanhuang Competition, and the founder and organizer of this World Martial Arts Equipment Competition.

He was the World's No.1 Fighter.

His name was Wu Li.

Today marked the opening ceremony of the competition, broadcasted live for countless viewers to see.

The Seeking Martial Arts production team was also bustling around the stage, cameras pointed at Wu Li on the stage.

Since the globally watched live broadcast two years ago, Wu Li had seldom streamed live.

But this time, using the opportunity of the World Martial Arts Equipment Competition, Wu Li took the initiative to live stream under the name "Seeking Martial Arts."

"Seeking Martial Arts" had stopped at the ninth episode, much to everyone's regret, and today marked the opening of its tenth episode.

Many felt that this might be the last episode of "Seeking Martial Arts," perhaps even Wu Li's last live broadcast.

"Hello, everyone."

Wu Li, microphone in hand, stood on the stage with a smile. He addressed the hundred thousand people before him and countless others watching the Seeking Martial Arts live broadcast:

"Welcome to the Martial Arts Live Room."

(The end)