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Besides the globally known Karate, Judo, Aikido, Sumo, and Kendo, there are other ancient martial arts schools like the Tenshin Shoden Katori Shinto-Ryu, Yagyu Shinkage-Ryu, Ono-ha Itto-Ryu, Niten Ichi-Ryu, and Takeuchi-Ryu, which are all part of the Little Demon's ancient martial arts schools.

After Wang Longhu finished understanding all these Little Demons on the scene, he couldn't help but cast his gaze upon one person in the field.

This person had his arms crossed over his chest, his clothes not fully covering his body, revealing two prominent pectoral muscles. A scar ran across his face as he arrogantly squinted at the sky silently, with a hairstyle braided in a manner reminiscent of Edogawa-era ronin style.

Upon seeing this person, Wang Longhu's mind couldn't help but trigger a sense of wary intuition.

This person is not simple.

"Daoist Three Lakes, you didn't seem to introduce that Little Demon," Wang Longhu turned his head and asked.

"That Little Demon... hiss, this is also my first time seeing him. He should be participating in the Martial Arts Exchange for the first time this year," Daoist Three Lakes scratched his head, looking somewhat bewildered.

"He's a master, arguably the strongest among these Little Demons," Daoist Changfeng replied.

Wang Longhu nodded in deep agreement. Ever since his Spirit improved, his perception of many things had become much sharper than before.

Since this was not the first time the two countries were hosting a martial arts exchange, the scene didn't stay noisy for long. The various Daoists soon spread out in an orderly fashion, leaving a spacious area of approximately ten meters by ten meters for the participating martial artists from both sides.

The senior Daoist, who looked quite aged, definitely held some status at Wudang. Thanks to being with him, Wang Longhu and the other two were able to stand in the front row outside the arena, allowing them to closely observe the martial artists from both sides as they sparred.

"Uncle Tianwu, why are you here today?" A middle-aged Daoist yawned and then noticed the group of senior Daoists beside him, asking with a face full of surprise.

"Quiet, just watch," the senior Daoist said with his arms folded and slightly hunched over.

"Tianwu..." Beside him, Wang Longhu felt a strange sensation at hearing this title.

Although he wasn't aware of how the titles among Wudang Daoists were determined, the similarity between Tianwu and Tianle suggested it was unlikely to be a coincidence.

If Daoist Tianwu and Daoist Tianle were brothers, then anything Daoist Tianle could do might also be possible for Daoist Tianwu?

As Wang Longhu pondered, the sparring began. According to the commentary from Three Lakes outside, Wudang had sent out a Daoist named Changkong.

This person looked to be in his early thirties, with a thick beard covering his face, appearing quite mature. Wang Longhu observed that his shoulders and back were broad, his arms strong, and his neck muscles taut, which gave him some expectations.

"Wudang is one of the birthplaces of Internal Boxing. Logically, if a martial artist doesn't purposely pursue it, they can't develop such large muscles. This Daoist must be practicing both internal and external, with a fair chance of winning," Wang Longhu mused silently as he stroked his chin.

Facing Daoist Changkong was Uekawa Jishou, the inheritor of the Tenshin Shoden Katori Shinto-Ryu.

Wang Longhu wasn't very familiar with the Little Demon's ancient martial arts schools. He had only heard of Jigoro Kano, the founder of Judo, who started the Kodokan and established the globally known Judo after gaining insights from Tenshin Shoden Katori Shinto-Ryu.

Jigoro Kano's disciple Maeda Mitsuyoshi later imparted his skills to the Gracie Clan, leading to the emergence of Gracie Jiu-Jitsu.

This sufficiently demonstrated the exquisite subtlety of the Little Demon's ancient martial arts schools, which shouldn't be underestimated.

"Please," Uekawa Jishou stood three steps in front of Daoist Changkong, his feet positioned one in front of the other while his left fist reached forward and down, and his right fist was raised near his chin.

In contrast, Daoist Changkong stood naturally, his body relaxed, with his head slightly lowered, chin slightly tucked, and fingers naturally extended straight. The thumb was extended outward, while the other four fingers were held close together, making an eight-character shape between the thumb and forefinger.

"Wudang Fist!" At the sight of this starting stance, Wang Longhu immediately recognized the martial arts style.

With slow and smooth breathing to start, like a cat stealthily pouncing on its prey;

Rotating the universe with hip and knee stances, separating Yin and Yang with wings retreating to both sides.

This indeed exemplified Wudang's characteristic of combining 'Inner Power and External Boxing,' manifesting as a boxing style that integrates movement and stillness, true and false, hardness and softness, circular and flowing transformation.

Wudang Fist primarily focuses on nurturing energy and health, self-defense with counter attacks, and emphasizes tactics like using stillness to control movement, waiting at ease, launching after but arriving first, leveraging situations and borrowing power, valuing intent over force.

This style of post-attack waits to strike when opportune. Daoist Changkong gradually breathed, while locking his eyes on Uekawa Jishou, with his legs rooted firmly like entrenched roots, clearly indicating a defensive stance.

Uekawa Jishou squinted his eyes, suddenly taking a step forward and charging at Daoist Changkong like a rushing wolf, reaching out with both hands towards Daoist Changkong's collar.

Daoist Changkong instantly countered by reaching out with both hands, accurately seizing the Little Demon's wrists. Wudang Fist emphasizes dissolving the opponent's strength during confrontation, avoiding hard to hard encounters, and instead moving in curved paths, advancing side doors, moving like a snake, with strength like a cocooning silkworm, seamlessly linked with one's center and breath, capturing with agility.

Daoist Changkong executed a circular step, swinging Uekawa Jishou away. In a single motion, he completely discharged the opponent's strength and simultaneously maneuvered to Uekawa Jishou's side, raising his hand to strike a palm towards the opponent's cheek.

It is often said not to hit someone's face, especially in martial arts sparring, as striking the face equates to intentionally insulting someone's dignity.

This obviously stemmed from the fact that Wudang had repeatedly faced defeat in exchanges in previous years, causing the Wudang Daoists to feel extremely aggrieved. Seeing the Little Demon again today, they naturally fought back with renewed vigor.

Wudang Fist is known for its versatile techniques, primarily using open-handed strikes or fingertips rather than closed fists. A slap to the face is even more humiliating than anything else.

"Baka..." Uekawa Jishou burst with rage upon seeing the slap aimed at his face.

He twisted his head to dodge, swiftly inserting his feet behind Daoist Changkong's heels. In just the blink of an eye, the two found themselves in a tight embrace, Wang Longhu watching in confusion, not understanding why the Little Demon dared to engage so closely which was precisely the approach Wudang Fist excelled at.

In contrast to Wang Longhu's attitude, Daoist Changfeng shook his head, seemingly not optimistic.

In the following second, Uekawa Jishou twisted and tossed with both hands, hoisting Daoist Changkong half a meter off the ground like a puppet, inexplicably toppling him down to the earth.

"What?" Wang Longhu exclaimed in surprise.

If Tai Chi emphasizes a gentle push-pull force, then what Uekawa Jishou demonstrated was similar. Yet, Wang Longhu could discern that Uekawa Jishou wasn't using Tai Chi.

"The Tenshin Shoden Katori Shinto-Ryu, during the late Edo Era, was an ancient martial art system realized by Samurai Iso Matazura from the Shinto school and Yangxin school. It incorporated the essence of Arresting Skill, Horsemanship, Gunmanship, Swordsmanship, and Sword-drawing techniques into its Jujutsu,

with martial artists trained in this Jujutsu exhibiting peculiar skills in grappling, throwing, and capturing, able to leverage force with one exertion defeating ten, which is tough to counter without being a Grand Martial Artist. Even though Daoist Changkong's Wudang Fist was well-practiced, he had not progressed beyond Ming Jin, rendering him no match for this Little Demon."

It was at this moment that Daoist Tianwu slowly spoke, appearing to talk to himself but actually providing a rundown to Wang Longhu.

"Grand Martial Artist…" Wang Longhu immediately understood.

In the martial artist circles, the titles called have definitive meaning. A regular martial artist at the most can be termed as a practitioner; exhibiting some success or developing Ming Jin qualifies as a martial artist.

While a Grand Martial Artist refers to those who have developed Dark Force.

Upon reaching Huajin, one formally becomes a Grandmaster on par with martial arts forebears such as Yang Luchan, Dong Haichuan, Sun Lutang, and Guo Yunshen.

Regarding whether there's a level beyond Huajin, Wang Longhu honestly hadn't heard anyone talk about it.

Those who have achieved Huajin are rare legends in the martial arts history, scarcely recorded, with each having tales that sound like feats of immortals.

If a stage beyond Huajin exists, then one might as well truly become immortal.

"Then why doesn't Wudang send out a Daoist who has trained in Dark Force to spar with these Little Demons?" Wang Longhu asked.

"It's not that we don't want to, it's that we have no one to send. In today's world, everyone needs to eat, and there are only a few who've achieved Dark Force. Either they've exceeded an age or gone out to find work. Although Wudang outwardly carries the renowned martial arts reputation, privately there's nothing left but a shell of a famous tourist site," Daoist Tianwu shrugged, his tone carrying a touch of sighing regret.