The Unknown God of War

Chu Feng squinted and his eyes shone.

The martial arts was more than Taekwondo, or some sort of self-defense techniques, or any of those techniques in which the so-called ‘great masters’ would only show off their fancy moves. No, it was proper Chinese martial arts with techniques that could kill.

The martial arts had a long tradition. Although the arrival of firearms and modern technology caused martial arts to lose popularity, it still had a long tradition that spanned hundreds—if not thousands—of years that was passed down through an orthodoxy of the martial arts.

In the modern world, martial arts experts that managed to proceed into the realms of complete mastery were all rich people with assets worth hundreds of billions; they were the top elites of various countries and were highly-esteemed and outstanding individuals.

They could carry a hundred pounds with both arms, and a single person could fight against ten people. In the world of the martial arts, that was commonplace; it was plain simple for those masters.

There were also masters that could kill with just their aura alone and those that could even replace the force of multiple warriors, all alone.

According to rumors, the most proficient martial arts expert could split a mountain with only one punch, or make a river flow upstream, or even fly and traverse through the air without a visible form of transport.

“If that eminent monk is from the world of the martial arts, perhaps I would be able to find his heir, and thus find the cure for the Mandraka poison,” Chu Feng muttered to himself. Even though the chances of this happening was rare, it was better than no hope at all.

However, Heather’s beautiful eyes looked worried as she said, “My Lord, I heard that the forces of the world of the martial arts and the military in the Central Plain are at odds.”

Chu Feng had a complicated look in his eyes. In a deep voice, he said, “I’m also worried about this.”

Both the forces of the military and the martial arts had the same origin and they initially complemented each other.

Fifty years ago, there was non-stop fighting. To protect the country, the forces of the martial arts cooperated with the military by sending over a large number of martial arts experts to the military to help; those experts had made many contributions to the country.

The skills, physical training secrets, and warfare strategies that were taught by the martials arts experts had developed a large number of outstanding soldiers, and this had improved the quality of the military.

But as more and more people from the world of the martial arts joined the military, those that tasted power and glamor, and the materialistic aspects of the world, especially the nice cars and women, grew unwilling to return to their hermitage for their arduous training.

As a result of that, those from the world of the martial arts became more and more ambitious and greedy. After the war, they started to disturb the peace within the military force. They also formed factions. Soon, they turned a good old city into a complete mess.

Furthermore, some powerful martial arts experts even took command and became tyrants without holding any regard for the leaders of the cities and the military theaters, thus indirectly forming a country within a country. As such, the conflict between the military force and the force of martial arts experts intensified. It was now worse than ever—the two forces were irreconcilable!

“My Lord, you are the God of War of Xi Ye’s Dragon Soul. You are the pride of the military. However, to the forces of the martial arts, you are a big enemy.” Heather’s beautiful eyes flashed and she said, conflicted, “Even if that monk left his teachings behind, and his heir has the cure of the Mandraka poison, there is no certainty that he will agree to treat you, as you are considered a big enemy to the forces of the martial arts. This is a big problem. Even if he agrees to treat you, would he work with the other martial arts experts to do something sneaky to harm you? This is also an unknown factor.” Heather felt like a mess. She used her hand to rub the space in between her eyebrows and sighed, saying, “My Lord, it seems that I haven’t been thorough enough on this matter. I’m sorry to have caused you more trouble.”