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I’m Cultivating Immortality While Everyone Else Practices Martial Arts

Li Wensheng transmigrated to an era where all energies were returning and every citizen practiced martial arts. Here, champions focus on martial arts mastery, becoming physically peerless as they honed their spirit. They would also seek superior weapons, including unbreakable war axes, or keen blades that could cut a giant tree with a single swing. Even so, Li Wensheng learned Immortal Arts from the very start! Though his scrawny form was exceedingly inconspicuous at first, he wielded Immortal Arts to smash long blades with his bare hands and crush giant hammers! Li Wensheng was flying everywhere on his sword while others were busy trying to surpass the limits of human speed. He could kill with a leaf or flower he plucked while others requested blacksmiths to hone their weapons. He cooked medicinal pellets with his cauldron, brewing Yuan Pellets that ascend cultivation while others trained their bodies to strengthen themselves. Martial arts champions: “Why aren’t you using any weapons?” Li Wensheng smiled, two of his fingers casting an immortal technique: Ten Thousand Swords Retrogression! At his words, every sword behind everyone’s back took to the skies without hope of control, gathering behind Li Wensheng into a rain of swords that covered the skies! This is a world where I alone cultivate immortality while everyone else trains in martial arts!

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Not Able To Withstand a Fight

Biên tập viên: Simple MTL

When the old man saw this scene, his eyes flashed with a trace of fear.

However, his expression quickly darkened, and he waved at the warriors behind him once again.

When the warrior saw the white-haired old man's signal, he walked towards the white-haired man with a solemn expression. The white-haired old man spoke to Andrew in a cold voice.

"There is another rule in this arena. You can not use your own cultivation to deal with the person in front of you. The two of you can only rely on real hand-to-hand combat. That match just now does not count."

The white-haired old man had his own plans when he said this. After all, the strength that Andrew just displayed had scared him.

If he really allowed Andrew to freely display his strength in this arena, then the people under him would not even be enough to fill the gaps between Andrew's teeth.