Disaster on the Island

Time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye, more than two months had passed since Mu Yang left Karin Tower.

During this period, Mu Yang traveled and stopped in various places on Earth, cultivating in his own way, while combining the knowledge taught by the Tianxin Style and Korin to continuously refine his martial arts.

This was not simply about using fists and feet, but more about theoretical research. As he continuously verified the philosophies of the two martial arts, Mu Yang was surprised to discover that a large portion of the Tianxin Style and the martial arts of Karin Tower actually overlapped.

"Although the two are different, they can be merged in the general direction, and their founding philosophies are surprisingly consistent."

The Tianxin Style martial arts focus on nurturing the body with primal energy, using the body as a foundation to exert combat power, thereby achieving control and utilization of every trace of ki. This is a method of strengthening the foundation. Karin Tower martial arts, on the other hand, focus on flexibly using ki to alter bodily actions, emphasizing control of the body and reducing redundant movements.

At first glance, the two seem to have no connection, and some aspects even seem contradictory. For example, the Tianxin Style emphasizes the role of the body in the process of circulating ki, while Karin Tower martial arts emphasize the withdrawal of the physical body. However, upon closer examination, the overlapping parts of the two are exactly the same: to maximize the efficiency of ki as much as possible, and the remaining parts complement each other perfectly.

This was strange.

Although there had always been rumors that Karin Tower was the origin of all martial arts on Earth, the Tianxin Style martial arts clearly did not originate from it; they should have existed in parallel.

Mu Yang understood the common ground between the two, but he couldn't understand why this was the case. These were two distinct systems that should have developed according to their own "cultivation trees." However, he vaguely felt that the Tianxin Style was like internal cultivation, while Karin Tower was like external cultivation. Both had their own strengths, and combining them was the truly powerful martial arts philosophy.

At this moment, he deeply felt the disadvantage of lacking knowledge. If his perspective were broader, perhaps the problem he encountered would not be a problem at all.

"I can't solve this problem now. Perhaps it can only be solved after entering the divine temple for training," he said to himself, shaking his head.

A person without foresight will have immediate worries. An extra consideration means an extra opportunity. While it is true that the divine temple exists above Karin Tower, where more profound martial arts are housed, that is something Mu Yang cannot access for the time being. Therefore, he needs to think for himself.

Troubled by this problem all the way, when he came back to his senses, he had unknowingly arrived above a vast ocean.

"Splash..."

Several large fish leaped out of the sea and plunged back in with a splash, creating a large area of fine waves.

Looking at the vast, boundless ocean, Mu Yang's mood unexpectedly relaxed a lot.

"This ocean is indeed a good place to live a peaceful life," Mu Yang said with a slight smile, gazing into the distance. He could still see faint ships casting their nets to fish.

In this era, being able to sail fishing boats out to sea was already quite advanced.

This place was only a few hundred kilometers away from Da Qingshan Mountains, but apart from crossing a sea area last time to participate in the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament, Mu Yang had never truly experienced the vastness of the ocean. Now that he was here, he wanted to feel it properly.

Therefore, Mu Yang no longer lingered and flew directly towards a pleasant-looking island. Facing the rolling giant waves of the sea and the vast, majestic energy, it always inspired a sense of humility.

An island by the sea.

The environment here was beautiful and the air was pleasant. The not-so-large island was covered with many low hills. Originally, this was a scene like a paradise, but the violent acts happening at this moment had shattered its tranquility.

A group of men in uniforms drove a yacht onto the small island and then entered the residential area, immediately causing a scene of chaos on the island. Every time this group came, it was a disaster for the people on the island.

"Bang!"

Someone violently kicked open the door of a household, then scanned the corner, and rudely shouted at a farmer couple inside, "Hey, hey, it's time to pay this month's tribute."

"Sir, could you give us a few more days? We really have nothing left to give," the farmer, wearing a straw hat, pleaded.

"Pah, if you don't pay, how can I explain to my superiors? Behave yourselves and hand over whatever valuable things you have in your house," the officer spat, but seeing that they really couldn't come up with anything, he grudgingly smashed bowls and chopsticks and took some items that looked valuable from the house.

Such a scene was repeated in every household. An old man on the island couldn't stand it and stepped forward to argue, but he was knocked to the ground by the other party.

"Ouch!"

"Old man, it's best to behave. We're not bandits. As long as you honestly follow our rules, I guarantee we won't hurt you."

"You... you guys, the laws of the kingdom won't let you go!" The old man was so angry he almost spat blood. These hypocritical fellows, although not bandits, were doing things no different from bandits. However, the other party had firearms, and the villagers were powerless to resist.

"Heh heh, in the territory of our Ophiuchus Legion, the laws of the United Kingdom don't apply," the Ophiuchus Legion officer sneered, his face full of mockery.

The United Kingdom had its own law enforcement agencies, but the Earth was too vast, and many places were controlled by local powers, making it difficult for the United Kingdom's strength to reach. The Ophiuchus Legion was the largest resistance force, and in the areas it occupied, the kingdom's laws were like waste paper, having no effect.

"Bastards!" The island residents, seeing the arrogant and presumptuous faces of the Ophiuchus Legion, were all furious.

"I'll fight you to the death!" Seeing their grain being carried away, the old man shouted in grief and indignation, clenching his frail fists and attacking the opponent.

"Hmph, you don't know what's good for you!"

The Ophiuchus Legion officer's face immediately turned grim when he saw the old man dare to resist. He was tired of living! He gave a signal, and a nearby soldier immediately strode forward, flung the old man aside, raised his rifle, and aimed at the old man to shoot.

"Hurry up and stop!" The villagers shouted in terror.

"Don't shoot!"

Bang!

A half-inch long fiery snake shot out from the barrel. Everyone closed their eyes unwillingly, but after a long time, no screams were heard.

They opened their eyes and saw a tall man standing in front of the old man. The man had black hair and sharp eyes, piercing everyone's hearts like a knife. At this moment, one hand was on the old man's shoulder, and the other was extended forward, still holding something in his hand.

"Jingle!" A crisp sound rang out as metal hit the ground.

It was a scorching bullet, and wisps of smoke were still rising from its surface.

A bullet!

Caught by hand...

Everyone's eyes widened. They couldn't believe it. How could human strength catch a bullet fired from a gun barrel with bare hands?

"Are you alright, old man?" A gentle voice sounded. Mu Yang calmly looked at the old man beside him.

"I... I'm fine, thank you!"

The old man was still shaken and didn't understand what had happened.