Lu Changsheng stood at the center of the plaza. 

With a grin on his face, he shouted, "All of you, come on up! Today's fight won't merely decide which martial art is superior. It will also decide who lives and who dies. There are too many of you for me to hold back once we start, so show me what your martial arts are capable of. Do not disappoint me!"

Unsurprisingly, his words got many people riled up, especially the martial artists who had been training Force their entire lives.

"Lu Yuan, you arrogant prick! Martial artists have trained Force for generations. You're barely in your twenties, yet you dare speak as though you understand the whole of martial arts and even claim to have created some so-called Extreme Martial Dao? Don't be ridiculous! Today, we'll show you what real martial arts look like!" 

"Exactly. Your Extreme Martial Dao creates nothing but a pile of muscle-bound brutes. Martial arts have been refined over countless generations. Their depth can't be understood by people...