I deeply love Great Xia Truly

In the blink of an eye, the provincial tournament was about to begin.

Chen Feng arrived at the Celestial Selection Martial Arts Hall's training ground and couldn't help but advise:

"Stop for now!"

Zhao Bing, at this moment, had a face full of stubble, disheveled hair, and eyes bloodshot with exhaustion.

"Master, I've had an epiphany!"

Chen Feng shuddered.

"Alright, alright, you've had an epiphany, you've had an epiphany."

"But you can't just practice empty forms all the time. The provincial tournament is about to start."

"This is the perfect opportunity for you to test your skills. You're sure to gain more insights."

Zhao Bing nodded thoughtfully, feeling Chen Feng's words made a lot of sense.

Suddenly, he grasped a key point in his heart.

A moment of sudden clarity!

"Master is right!"

"To this day, I haven't had a real fight with anyone."

"No wonder I always felt something was missing."

"So what I lack is an opponent, an enemy, real combat experience, a sense of crisis, a life-and-death trial!"

"Master, I've had an epiphany!"

Chen Feng was stunned!

Disciple, I'm bewildered!

He felt that the Thirteen Deadly Swords technique might claim his disciple's life before it ever claimed an enemy's.

Chen Feng just wanted this disciple to take a break.

It wasn't easy to finally take on a male disciple. If he worked himself to death from exhaustion,

people would definitely say he favored his female disciples and didn't treat his male disciple like a human being.

As for the ranking in the provincial tournament, Chen Feng didn't have high hopes.

He only got tenth place in the city-level tournament, so he definitely wouldn't even make the top ten in the provincial one.

The provincial tournament was about to begin.

The enrollment period for the Celestial Selection Martial Arts Hall had come to a temporary end.

...

Within the Wang Family.

Wang Hao, with great excitement, presented four martial arts manuals before his grandfather.

"Grandfather, open your eyes and see clearly."

"This is the Saint-rank technique, Tripartite Unity."

"As long as you merge three techniques, you achieve Tripartite Unity, combining offense and defense."

"And it can also give birth to an incredibly powerful attack move."

"The Tripartite Divine Finger!"

As he spoke, Wang Hao gestured with his middle finger.

As if he had already mastered the supreme technique.

The Wang Family's Martial Saint, Wang Zun, glanced at his eldest grandson and couldn't help but sigh.

"You're already twenty-nine this year, yet you still lack any sense of decorum."

"When do you think you'll be able to master three Heaven-rank techniques to the level of perfection?"

Wang Hao was left speechless.

Mastering three Heaven-rank techniques to perfection.

It would take decades, almost impossible.

Maybe even a lifetime.

"Grandfather, don't be so discouraging!"

"A person has to have dreams, right?"

Wang Zun sighed.

He had practiced only Tai Chi his entire life.

He never touched any other martial art.

Even now, though his Tai Chi often reached the state of Harmony between Heaven and Man,

he still felt this technique had infinite potential, and he had only comprehended the tip of the iceberg.

But within the family, it seemed besides him,

no one else could master Tai Chi.

The Wang Family Tai Chi was almost a legacy in name only.

Within the family, apart from him, all the experts focused on other techniques.

He had never experienced the difficulties others faced when practicing Tai Chi.

He couldn't even comprehend the bottlenecks others encountered with Tai Chi.

Let alone know how to teach them.

It was like a dragon not knowing how to teach an ant to fly.

Wang Zun was hailed as a once-in-a-millennium prodigy in Great Xia, entering the Martial Saint realm at sixty.

Now, he had to watch his family's signature technique decline.

But it didn't matter anymore.

Tai Chi had spread throughout Great Xia, so at least it wouldn't be lost.

"Practice well, as long as you can accept your own mediocrity in the future."

"That Chen Feng is a good man. Don't follow your uncle's example, scheming against family and friends alike."

Wang Hao said awkwardly:

"Grandfather, you know me, I'm the most loyal to my friends."

Wang Zun shook his head and said:

"I heard you earned the Wang Group several hundred million from Chen Feng this time."

Wang Hao instantly deflated.

"Would you believe me if I said it wasn't intentional?"

Wang Zun glanced at his grandson and shook his head helplessly.

He was wearing a white tank top, floral print shorts, and a pair of flip-flops on his feet.

Together with his grandson Wang Hao, he boarded a plane bound for Kunlun City.

During this period, several Martial Saints from Great Xia had secretly traveled to Kunlun City.

Awaiting enemies who could arrive at any moment.

As Kunlun City was the provincial capital,

Chen Feng didn't need to take his disciples to other cities for the provincial tournament.

Thinking of last year's competition, Chen Feng couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

He was dirt poor back then.

And buried in debt.

Now, living in a villa at the sanatorium.

Riding in the sanatorium's luxury cars, with free round-trip transportation.

In just a year, life had undergone a tremendous change.

The provincial tournament.

Held almost no pressure for his two disciples.

The only thing that gave Chen Feng a headache was that after each match, his two disciples would complain about aches and pains here and there.

He, as their master, was exhausted from all the massaging.

Jin Youxi, while scrolling through her phone, enjoyed her master's massage.

Suddenly, she pointed at a video and said.

"Little Junior Brother seems to have become famous."

Chen Feng looked at Jin Youxi's phone.

The title read:

[Martial Maniac from the Capital Upsets Odds, Crushes a Certain City Champion from the Start.]

"I didn't expect Zhao Bing to be so impressive."

"In such a short time, he's already comprehended the sword technique to the 'Small Achievement' level of proficiency."

As soon as Chen Feng finished praising,

he saw in the match footage on the phone, Zhao Bing suddenly looked up to the sky and roared.

"Master, I've had an epiphany!"

Then he defeated his opponent with one sword strike.

That final strike clearly had reached the 'Mastery' level.

Chen Feng couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.

He's gone mad!

Jin Youxi asked curiously:

"Master, what did Junior Brother comprehend?"

Chen Feng said helplessly:

"Who knows what he comprehended?"

In this provincial tournament,

Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei were both popular contestants.

In prediction activities on various platforms, both had quite high popularity.

But there was one person whose popularity actually surpassed both of them.

The White-Haired Dragon Maiden, Xiao Ruohan!

This made Jin Youxi very unhappy.

"That annoying person still has the nerve to use Master's technique."

"Junior Sister, when we meet her in the national tournament, we must teach her a lesson."

Watching Xiao Ruohan's match video, Liu Weiwei couldn't help but feel a slight pressure.

Jin Youxi was currently watching Xiao Ruohan's live match broadcast.

Xiao Ruohan's current opponent was none other than Kane, whom she had encountered in last year's Martial Apprentice Tournament.

Kane had clearly changed a lot.

Especially his clothes; he wasn't wearing the Divine Fist Martial Arts Hall uniform.

Instead, it was a privately tailored white martial arts outfit.

On the front of the outfit, four bright red characters were embroidered horizontally.

I Love Great Xia!

On the back, four large characters were embroidered vertically.

Still, I Love Great Xia.

He was practically begging to have these four words tattooed on his face.

Of course, maybe due to his skin tone, he couldn't even if he wanted to.

Kane was much more low-key now.

During the period when Kunlun Mountain opened,

he didn't dare leave the martial arts hall for half a year.

Afraid someone would knock him out from behind.

Even now, after so much time had passed,

he could still clearly feel that the people around him were no longer as friendly as before.

Kane lived cautiously every day.

Even walking, he was afraid of putting a foot wrong.

In short, life was difficult.

He hadn't been to a nightclub in over half a year.

Now, seeing his old rival Xiao Ruohan, he was no longer as frivolous as the previous year.

He even respectfully performed a bow.

The very picture of a well-mannered child from a land of propriety.