Martial Way

There was even less to say about the matches that followed. Aside from a few who surrendered of their own accord out of fear, the only one among the rest who piqued Chen Cheng's interest even slightly was Nakamori, the man Nakata had sent to fetch his sword.

This man looked like one of Nakata's underlings, yet he was actually an expert in Japanese Judo.

Though Judo had not originated long ago, it was a school forged by blending the essence of Japan's many martial arts schools. It had no flashy moves, but it possessed unique insights when it came to locking down and subduing an opponent.

Had Chen Cheng only just stepped into Ancient Martial Arts, Nakamori's Judo might have caused him some trouble. But now that Chen Cheng had challenged a hundred Ancient Martial Arts sects, this Judo no longer served much purpose for him.

Chen Cheng sent Nakamori flying off the arena with a palm strike, then withdrew his hand and said:

"Your Judo is fairly good, but it is indeed somewhat too rigid.

"To be honest, among the people you brought this time, there are very few I think highly of. Not to mention me—even if a few vice presidents from the Martial Arts Association truly fought you, most of you would not be their opponents."

Chen Cheng was not deliberately inflating the Martial Arts Association's standing. It was simply the truth.

He was no longer a clueless novice in the martial world. Just from the aura emanating from Huang Xiaoren and the others watching below the stage, he could tell that they were generally stronger than these so-called experts from sixteen nations.

In Chen Cheng's view, the physical techniques of these experts from the sixteen nations still lingered solely at the level of technique. Only