The Military School's Imperial Prince / A Formidable Foe

This man's name was Lu Mao. He had a round face, thick eyebrows, and bright eyes. He wore a red scarf tied around his head, a white close-fitting outfit, and a red vest. All of these were fairly normal. However, the weapon he chose was very Anomalies, even exceeding the category of unusual weapons. It was difficult to even determine whether it could be considered a weapon at all.

The young man named Lu Mao was holding a spatula in his right hand and a large pot in his left. He used the spatula as a sword and the pot as a shield, performing a set of sword and shield attacks. It was as Anomalies as Anomalies could be, but he did it quite well.

Not only were the spectators stunned, but his opponent was also dumbfounded. It seemed that he had never encountered such a style of martial arts before and did not know how to deal with it. Before they had exchanged ten blows, he was already flustered and was forced to retreat step by step, facing imminent danger.

Chapter Fifty-Four: The Military School Prince

In Hall Six, a tall, imposing young man in a yellow brocade robe watched the battle unfold and remarked, "The Su State truly lives up to its reputation as the first nation to initiate martial arts reforms. They are indeed brimming with talent. In terms of actual combat, they may not be able to defeat our peers, but their cultivation and foundation are far superior."

Standing behind the boy was a burly man with arrow scars on his face. His rugged appearance exuded a soldier's aura. He spoke, "Your Highness, this boy wielding a spatula is a disciple of the Food School. His opponent is the Mohist School."

Food School emerged from the Agricultural School and, while lacking a strict set of guidelines, pursued the ultimate goal of gourmet cuisine throughout their lives.

Although religions often say that heretics are more hateful than pagans, the Agricultural School itself held a peaceful and uncontested attitude, making it arguably the most moderate of the Hundred Schools of Thought. They not only did not exclude the Food School, but on the contrary, they had a very close relationship with them. The Food School was divided into two factions: one faction aimed at creating delicious food and called themselves the Culinary School, and the other faction aimed at tasting delicious food and called themselves the Gourmet School.

The young man in the yellow robe shook his head and said, "I was referring to the Su State, not the Mohist School. This Lu Mao, though born into the Food School, is a citizen of the Su State, so he is Su State. It must be admitted that the Mohist School have a heart that embraces all rivers and a ambition that encompasses the universe. Even those with differing political views, such as the Lu School, the Music School, the Confucian School, and even our Military School, are accepted equally. I think this is the reason why they were able to achieve such a flourishing and prosperous era, teeming with talent. In comparison, we in Nation of Valor..."

The middle-aged man hurriedly reminded him, "Your Highness, be careful what you say."

The young man in the yellow robe sneered, "They can control what I say in China, but what can they control what I say abroad? According to the laws of Su State, everyone has the right to freedom of speech as long as it does not endanger public safety."

The middle-aged man, without looking to the side, said, "The law is for restraining ordinary people; it has little effect on the strong. If some of these words were to reach the ears of your master, 'Universe-Shaking Divine General,' things might not turn out well."

Upon hearing his master's name, the young man in the yellow robe was initially extremely impatient, as if his rebellious spirit had been stirred up, and he wanted to retaliate. However, he ultimately hesitated and stopped, his expression turning sullen, and he said nothing more.

On the battlefield, a boy named Lu Mao first used an ironwood pot to block his opponent's Iron Sand Palm, then charged forward with the pot, breaking through his opponent's defensive stance, and then swung his shovel, stopping less than an inch from his opponent's neck.

"The victor is Lu Mao!"

The referee made a ruling immediately.

"A battle with no suspense, now it's my turn."

As if trying to forget what had just happened, the young man in the yellow robe stretched his shoulders forcefully, making a crackling sound. His eyes became aggressive, and he became excited.

The middle-aged man didn't bring up the past, but instead reminded him, "Your Highness, please be careful; this isn't Nation of Valor after all."

"Don't worry, this is only the first round. I won't encounter any opponents with the strength of the top scorer. My luck isn't that bad," the young man in the yellow robe said confidently. "My eldest and second brothers are cowards; they only choose third-rate countries like the Nation of Beauty and Russia for their training. I won't be as unambitious as them."

Russia is a country founded by the Eclectic School, the Liu School, and the Xiang Family. "Russia" as an adjective means "skewed" or "incidental," implying that they have gone astray. The Miscellaneous Eclectic School learned everything but mastered nothing, making them the ancestors of unorthodox practices. After the Liu School separated into Merchant School, the remaining members became synonymous with thieves and robbers. The Xiang Family simply went into the sex trade. They used to run brothels and brothels, but now they have reformed and become entertainment companies, with their disciples transforming into stars and idols.

The middle-aged man said, "I have great confidence in Your Highness's strength, which is why I reminded you to restrain yourself and not to use your ultimate moves lightly. If someone dies, given the poor relations between our two countries, Su State may not give us any face."

Nation of Valor was founded by the Military School and the Lu School, with the Military School being the main force. "Ying" refers to bravery and heroism, which is most in line with the Military School' wishes. The Military School and the Mohist School can be said to be natural enemies. Their conflict is closer to a life-or-death struggle than the ideological differences between the Mohist School and the Confucian School.

If the world truly became "non-aggressive" as the Mohist School hoped, and there were no more wars, where would Military School find a foothold? They might even have their very existence denied.

The ultimate goals of the Mohist School and Confucian School are the same, but they stand on different social classes, which leads to different viewpoints and practices. The two schools are moving in the same direction, much like a running race.

However, the Mohist School and the Military School had different starting points. One was in the south and the other in the north, and they were going in opposite directions. No matter which school wanted to achieve its ultimate goal, it had to knock the other out of the game.

In warfare, the Military School are hailed as the sharpest spear, while the Mohist School are the strongest shield. Battles involving these two schools have become classic cases in textbooks.

The young man in the yellow robe frowned and said, "I am a grandson of the Nation of Valor Emperor and a disciple of Spirit Transformation. Does the Su State dare to make me pay for a commoner's life?"

The middle-aged man said calmly, "The government of Su State may have some reservations, but don't forget, Su State has many self-proclaimed chivalrous heroes who act on behalf of Heaven. They may not care about national diplomacy."

The young man in the yellow robe clicked his tongue, utterly disgusted. "I really don't understand why the Su State's government would tolerate the existence of Wutian and undisciplined creatures like Xia. Don't worry, I know my limits. This is just the first step in a long journey, and I don't want to be sent back home so soon after starting my training. Anyway, I'm just an unknown nobody, so there's no need to use my full strength. I will not only win this battle, but I will win it beautifully."

"Round two is over, it's finally my turn."

Si Ming saw his name appear on the screen, clenched his fist slightly, then turned to look at the other end, where his opponent's name was displayed. "Huang Tu, is he some famous person?"

Murong Qing, then shook her head and said, "I've never heard of him. At least he's not from an academic background. According to the information, he's a disciple of a Military School, but there don't seem to be any particularly famous Military School arts schools in Haibin Commandery."

"Looks like a minor character, hmm, that's typical," Si Ming said thoughtfully, stroking his chin. "If it were a team competition, he might run into a strong team in the first round, barely make it through, and then face the national champion in the second round. But since it's an individual competition, it's usually arranged from weak to strong, giving the protagonist a gradual process of becoming stronger. Anyway, I've never seen a story where the protagonist doesn't even make it past the first round and is sent home."

Murong Qing chuckled and said, "Provided that you're the main character."

"Ha, even if I'm not the main character, the probability of encountering a champion-level opponent in the first round is too small. My luck isn't that bad."

Si Ming swung his arms to loosen up his limbs, waved to the three of them, and then jogged up to them.

After verifying the identities of the two individuals, the referee asked, "Does anyone intend to use weapons?"

Of all the weapons Si Ming could muster, only the Feng and Shan Sacrifice Sword Technique was truly impressive. The rest were basic martial arts he learned at school, such as the Non-Aggression Sword Technique, the Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber Technique, and the Central Level Spear. He hadn't reached Yan Jinghong's level, who could Higher Vehicle the power of superior martial arts from a basic Swordsmanship. In comparison, he knew more about unarmed martial arts, so he said, "I don't need weapons."

The young man in the yellow robe opposite him also said, "I don't need it either."

The referee nodded and said, "Then we'll draw lots to determine the playing area. Who wants to come up and draw?"

The young man in the yellow robe said to Si Ming, "This is your opportunity, cherish it. We'll allocate a pool area; perhaps you can last longer there."

Chapter Fifty-Five Formidable Rivals

Persist longer, rather than increasing your chances of winning.

Hearing such arrogant words, Si Ming couldn't help but glance at the other person. Hey, he still looked respectable, exuding an aura of elite Laozi.

"How long I can keep going depends on when you give up. The sooner you give up, the sooner I can finish this and call it a day."

Huang Tu raised an eyebrow, his anger brewing. No one in the country would dare to respond to him so directly. He narrowed his eyes and said with a forced smile, "Fine, fine. I hope you'll still have the courage to speak after the competition."

As Si Ming drew lots, he squinted and said, "Your threats weren't very powerful. You should have said, 'If you offend me, no one in heaven or earth can save you.' That would have been much more impactful. Your previous statement was downright low-level."

Just as Huang Tu was about to lash out, the referee next to him glanced at the slip of paper and said, "The arena is the Stone Forest. Contestants, please prepare yourselves. The competition will officially begin in five minutes."