I Have A Martial Dao World

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Putting on the equipment wasn't difficult at all; the two sisters got the hang of it in just a few minutes.

If the bulletproof steel plates were inserted both at the front and back, the whole set weighed a hefty 30 kilograms.

But the two young girls were full of vigor, each capable of leaping 10 meters high with ease; such weight was completely negligible to them and didn't affect their singing, dancing, or rapping in the slightest.

After moving around in the yard a bit, Liao Ya even let her sister punch her to test the armor's defensive capabilities.

With a "thud," her sister's full-force punch was barely felt by herself.

Liao Ya couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "This thing is so hard... its defensive power is even higher than a full suit of iron armor!" Continue reading at m|v-l'e m,p| y- r

"Of course, it can stop rifle bullets," Lu Yao breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the equipment was effective. "This way, as long as we're not hit by cannonballs, our lives should be safe."

Having reassured themselves, Liao Ya sighed, "The world is getting more and more chaotic, even Yunzhou could be threatened by war... We need to intensify our cultivation and increase our strength; personal power is the fundamental solution."

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Although martial training was exhausting and painful, Lu Yao was still enthusiastic about it.

The feeling of growing stronger each day was intoxicating, no wonder fitness can be addictive; martial training is somewhat similar to fitness, both being a pursuit of the human body's limits, stemming from a primal desire for evolution deep within our genes!

Through continuous practice day after day, the delay in Lu Yao's punches and kicks shrunk even further, leaving only an imperceptible brief pause.

When she reached the point where she could effortlessly deliver a strike with the force that could "penetrate bone," the time would come for "strengthening muscles, bones, and internal organs."

The path of martial arts was smooth sailing, but the situation outside was getting worse.

Bad news kept coming in the newspapers every day:

[The Great Vehicle Sect controls the Yangtze River's waterways, dominating the entire river; Jinling has become an isolated city]

[The Great Vehicle Sect's firearms are razor-sharp, equipped with the most advanced Einheit "18-pound field guns"; the Imperial Court suffered heavy casualties]

Influenced by this news, the price of grain doubled yet again.

This led many citizens who could still survive before to become unable to afford food, eventually leading to a large-scale grain looting incident.

The mob broke down the doors of the grain stores and swarmed in, taking everything they could grab.

The patrolling officers arrived and opened fire without a second word, killing more than 10 people on the spot, which then led to a massive stampede that left hundreds dead, including the patrol team itself.

Then meat supply was cut off! The meat shop owner personally came to apologize, kneeling down and saying:

"Master Lu, I can only return your money. Even with money, I can't obtain pigs anymore. I've heard that the Great Vehicle Sect is coming, and all the households within a hundred li of Yunzhou have fled..."

The scouts of the "Protection Army" of the Great Vehicle Sect had already appeared around Gusu, "acquiring" grain and looting the citizens, causing many to flee from the threat of war.

Lu Yao didn't make it difficult for the man and accepted the silver before sending him away.

Three days passed, and then a piece of bombshell news exploded across the city—[On the 19th, Jinling fell]

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Jinling, the magnificent ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, was now enveloped in blue smoke, with several gaps in its walls large enough for coaches to pass through, and countless captives wailed as they were executed.

In the distance, a multitude of followers escorted several men as they approached.

One of them, with a long sword on his back and a headscarf on which two large characters were embroidered—Heavenly King.

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At first glance, it looked like the "king" character mark on a tiger, as if he was afraid that others wouldn't know he was the "Heavenly King," somewhat comical to behold.

Yet, he was none other than Hong Renkun, the leader of the Mahayana Sect who had captured Jinling, achieving world-renowned success in his rebellion.

At that moment, the executioner, holding a bolt-action rifle similar to the 98K, stood atop the dug pit and fired, executing the prisoners of war in rounds, among whom were many elderly, infirm, and women and children.

Seeing this cruel scene, Heavenly King Hong Renkun frowned and said, "Use spears, or just bury them alive instead. We need to save our firearms for later; we still have to contend with the Imperial Court's 'Indestructible Golden Body Realm' warriors. That's going to be a tough fight."

A few attendants took their leave to carry out the orders.

Heavenly King Hong continued, "No sooner had we taken Jinling than the Westerners said they wanted to send emissaries to kowtow. Truly a bunch of fair-weather snobs."

A person beside him, with a gentle and unrestrained smile, flattered, "Heavenly King, your divine might is unparalleled. Having taken Jinling, you've established an emperor's foundation. These Western demon beasts are naturally bowing their heads in submission."

"Yang Qing, these Westerners just want to see us and the Imperial Court fight, reaping the benefits from our struggle."

Heavenly King Hong scoffed, "Dream on. Next, I will take Yunzhou; once we get the tariffs, weapons, and steamships from there, we'll talk!"

Yang Qing quickly bowed and advised, "Heavenly King, it's not the right time to act rashly."

Then he gestured to the side, and several Sect Army soldiers brought forward a man dressed in a crimson official's robe.

The man was agitated, his eyes appeared bulging as if they might pop out, and he cursed loudly, "You demon followers of the Mahayana Sect! You are utterly heartless. You will certainly be smitten by heaven's wrath, struck by thunder, and left without a trace of bones...heh...heh..."

"Master Lu is truly a scholar; such an impressive vocabulary."

Heavenly King Hong remained unmoved, still smiling, but the man before him suddenly seemed as if he was being choked, unable to speak a word.

Everyone around, including Yang Qing, instinctively took a few steps back. They were long-time followers and knew well that the man's words had touched upon one of Heavenly King's great taboos.

The next second, Heavenly King Hong's eyes seemed to turn into two whirlpools, and Master Lu suddenly rolled his eyes back, showing the whites, and abruptly clutched his own throat, choking himself with force!

Even though his tongue protruded out far, he didn't let go, until there was a snap sound, and he had twisted his own neck, falling to the ground dead.

Heavenly King Hong's eyes returned to normal, and he smiled at the surrounding crowd:

"The position of the Governor-general of Liangjiang really is unlucky. The one before was banished to the Western Frontier for opposing the opium trade, and this one died in office. Seems like the Shun Dynasty's days are numbered."

The crowd was slow to react before they started offering flattery.

While Yang Qing was making his compliments, a chill went through his heart. What had seemed a rather ordinary Spirit Refinement, once mastered to a high level, proved to have endless wonders.

It could manipulate another's body from a distance! Or even—objects!

Yang Qing glanced subconsciously at the longsword carried on Heavenly King Hong's back. It was this very object that had flown out of nowhere, silently killing the city's defending commanders, allowing them to easily take Jinling.

Just then, Heavenly King Hong spoke and interrupted his thoughts, "The Shun Dynasty still holds the moral high ground of 'expelling the Tartars' for the time being, so we can't rush things. Yang Qing, you shall represent me and properly receive the 'Einheit' emissaries, to see what they have to say."

"Your subordinate obeys!"

Afterwards, Heavenly King Hong gazed at the grand Jinling City, pulled out a book from his bosom and said, "Today is a day of great joy. I hereby pass on the 'Tome of Worldly Resignation' to you all. May you all diligently cultivate and ascend to the Divine Nation at the earliest."

This was a mystical Spirit Refinement method exclusive to the Mahayana Sect, and mastering it could make one just like Heavenly King Hong!

Including Yang Qing, everyone kneeled down, shouting joyfully:

"Thank you, Heavenly King! Thank you, Heavenly King!! Long live the Heavenly King, long live, long live!!"