Star Sky Professional

Xinfeng City, early morning.

Inside a row of townhouses.

At the stairway entrance.

Li Wei went downstairs, opened the box at the entrance, took out a bottle of milk, and returned home.

"Wow... there's milk."

His sleepy-eyed sister saw it and her eyes immediately widened.

"Sigh, Xiao Wei, didn't I tell you not to buy so many things?"

Father Li and Mother Li got up, sighed as they looked at the sumptuous breakfast on the table: "This is such a waste of money..."

"It's fine, anyway, I need to eat more for my martial arts training."

Li Wei poured a glass of milk for his little sister and then drank the rest in big gulps.

This dairy factory supposedly has quite a few cows, some with Exotic Beast bloodlines, and they brought in a production line from the White Eagle, with a very high bottling standard. The key is, as a security guard at the dairy factory, he gets a discount on the milk subscription.

After drinking the milk, Li Wei carefully put away the milk bottles.

These bottles can be returned to the dairy factory for quite a bit of silver.

"Ever since the discovery of the White Eagle Continent... things have been smooth in Luo's area, and ordinary people's lives have improved."

Li Wei ate until full, lay on the sofa, and opened today's newspaper.

The newsprint was very coarse, and the ink seemed not to have fully dried yet.

Li Wei's hands remained impeccably clean as he picked up the newspaper, showcasing a level of control beyond even 'water not penetrating'.

"Hmm?"

After just a few lines, he was dumbfounded: "Ice sculpture rampages on the White Eagle Continent... can this world get any better?"

Li Wei continued reading, his mouth opening wider and wider: "An ice sculpture was found by an arctic expedition ship... it came to life and claimed to be a 'Martial Madman,' took control of the expedition ship and returned, and is now challenging the masters on the White Eagle Continent, causing numerous atrocities."

"This..."

Fang Xing saw the newspaper and was somewhat surprised.

Although he could briefly observe the world due to going mad from practicing the True Martial Visualization Method.

The situation on the White Eagle Continent, however, was really unclear to him.

'Using millennium mysterious ice to seal oneself... which great genius took my advice on this?'

Fang Xing pondered: "To seal oneself in ice, you need to Break Limit with Turtle Breath Technique... back then only Xun Heihu managed by using the True Martial Talisman, but later when the world opened up shackles, martial artists from the Void appeared, if truly gifted, could indeed meet that requirement, Break Limit with Turtle Breath Technique... but even so, there's too much variability, like this one, who was half dug out?"

Actually, this one's considered lucky.

If it were unlucky, it might just sit in the ice block and perish, or encounter some disaster, ruining the body...

"This Martial Madman... most likely was from Zhenwu Mountain back then..."

As Fang Xing was reminiscing, he heard Li Wei's startled voice: "White Eagle is sending a delegation to visit Luo, and plans to hold the 'First Martial Arts Tournament,' to make friends through martial arts, and to determine the number one in the world? This... have these White Eagle folks been kicked silly by the Martial Madman? Prize money? Tsk tsk... a million taels of silver!"

"Oh?"

Fang Xing looked over and saw more detailed explanations at the back.

Although it's just a rumor, this prize of a million taels is indeed tempting enough.

"With this schedule, it will probably last for years... if you're interested, perhaps you could give it a try..."

Fang Xing chuckled lightly.

"Forget it... my current life is good enough, there's no need for more turmoil..."

Li Wei glanced at his foster parents and sister, immensely satisfied.

...

Three years later.

Splish splash!

The ocean waves were rippling.

A ship sailed across the boundless sea.

Li Wei, dressed in a black outfit, with a stern expression, looked at the silhouette of a giant island emerging in the distance: "The final of the First Martial Arts Tournament is held on this 'Death Island'?"

Compared to three years ago, Li Wei's aura had greatly changed, and there was now a ferocious scar on his face.

It stretched like a centipede, moving slightly, giving the impression of a living creature.

"A Ning..."

Thinking of his sister, Li Wei felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Three years ago, his little sister unfortunately contracted a severe illness, a congenital disease.

Even after spending all his family savings, Li Wei couldn't find out what was wrong.

He finally went to a White Eagle clinic, barely finding the problem, followed by terrifying treatment costs, almost forcing Li Wei to switch careers to a bandit.

Fortunately, by then, the First Martial Arts Tournament had already begun, and Li Wei immediately signed up, placing heavy bets on himself on the side.

With his continuous victories, he naturally earned a lot of silver.

Along the way, he met many friends and opponents...

Unknowingly, he reached this point!

"This Death Island final truly hides many masters... it's said that the 'Martial Madman' will also participate..."

Li Wei thought secretly.

"Not just him, but also the Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect..."

Fang Xing's amused voice echoed in Li Wei's heart: "I can sense, on that Death Island, there's a special ritual and other arrangements, probably prepared by that Demon Sect Hierarch, the Second Rank 'Ruins Lord', preparing to advance to First Grade..."

Li Wei's expression was complicated.

The changes brought by the world's advancement had already begun to deeply impact the world.

Now, the Demon Cult Leader is actually about to ascend to the First Grade.

Knowing how treacherous the 'End's Existence' is, even if not participating in the tournament, he must come to stop it.

'Although I have already disseminated the "Life Defeat Poison Body Technique" through black markets and other channels... but few practice it, people teach it to others, but still can't learn... it requires practical teaching, with some beatings for it to work.'

Li Wei thought; 'If a true End's Existence isn't born, causing the death of hundreds of thousands... I'm afraid neither White Eagle nor Great Luo would take it seriously.'

"Hmm, you kid, you seem to have grown."

Fang Xing nodded, then lapsed into silence.

"Vulture Li Wei?"

On the deck, a powerful knight approached.

Li Wei looked over and saw a blonde, blue-eyed female knight.

She saw Li Wei and showed a brilliant smile: "I am 'Rose Knight' Avril... nice to meet you."

"Avril, hello."

Although Li Wei greeted her, his attitude was very detached.

He turned around and returned to his room.

"Indeed, Vulture Li Wei, just like the rumors, cold and arrogant..."

Seeing this scene, Avril's face instead showed a sweet smile: "Conquering a man like this is more interesting than conquering the sky..."

...

Whoosh!

The ship docked, and martial arts powerhouses with mysterious auras landed.

"Everyone... welcome to the final round of the world's number one martial arts tournament."

A figure descended from the sky.

His appearance was simple and upright, yet his entire being carried a terrifying momentum.

"Is it him?"

Li Wei's eyes moved: "Wu Kuangtu!"

"Fought in 800 battles, single-handedly defeated White Eagle, now the rightful 'King of White Eagle'! It is said the world's number one martial arts tournament was driven by him from behind, and now he is the Gatekeeper..."

Li Wei's eyes moved, shifting away.

Of course, the biggest label for him here was 'True Martial Descendant'!

It is said he also awakened the purest 'True Martial Saint Body', possessing talent comparable to True Martial Ancestor! Also now recognized as the foremost strong contender for the world's number one!

'Hosting the world's number one martial arts tournament specifically to break through? Truly extravagant...'

Li Wei thought to himself.

"Very well... it's not in vain for me to meet so many martial arts geniuses today after sleeping for hundreds of thousands of years."

Wu Kuangtu suddenly raised his hand.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The void flickered with lights and shadows.

Li Wei instinctively reached out, activating Xuanwu True Art, his skin became extremely tough.

Even so, he felt an enormous force surging, causing his entire person to sway slightly.

Looking at his palm again, he saw a token fragment in the center of his hand.

"The warriors still standing have the qualification to participate next... you need to survive and cultivate on this Death Island... finally gather a complete token, and head to the central 'Dao Discussion Platform'!"

Wu Kuangtu's figure gradually ascended, then disappeared without a trace: "Only the foremost eight have the qualification to challenge me."

"Collecting relics?"

Li Wei glanced around and found Avril looking at him guardedly, feeling a bit speechless: "At most, only eight, the token relics might be even fewer..."

"Let's go."

His figure flashed, rushing into the dense forest.

Those martial artists who were a bit slower were involuntarily pulled into the grand melee...

...

In another direction on Death Island.

The temporary port location.

Another ship of participants was sent over.

Chu Kuangtu descended from the sky, saying the exact same words, even scattering token fragments to test these people's martial arts skills.

Inside the cabin.

A few Demon Cult devotees guarded a pitch-black coffin, exchanging glances: "Everyone has entered... hopefully, the ritual will succeed."

"No! With that great existence's protection, the Sect Hierarch will surely succeed... reach the 'End'!"

They looked at the pitch-black coffin, their eyes full of fanaticism.

This was after multiple verifications, the most devout and fanatic followers within the Demon Cult.

"The Sect Hierarch will definitely break through to First Grade this time!"

"To become the End, it requires the end of many strong as sacrifices for the ritual..."

"Hehe, on Death Island, those martial arts strongmen, their deaths are a part of the Sect Hierarch's ascension ritual, and the survivors can just become the supplements after his breakthrough..."

"Wu Kuangtu actually knows some clues, won't he take action to stop it?"

A Demon Cultist asked worriedly.

"Hmph, this person is just a martial madman, almost driven insane in pursuit of higher martial arts... This time, his tacit approval of our action is to let the Sect Hierarch smoothly break through to First Grade, then become his whetstone... hehe, little does he know that it's not uncommon for the whetstone to be too hard and break the blade..."

While several Demon Cultists discussed, on the pitch-black coffin, one ritual and secret pattern after another kept flashing, and strands of black Qi twisted and moved as if possessing their own life...