It couldn’t be helped. His strength was on full display.

What did the Dharma Realm even mean?

Most of the Grandmasters present had probably never even seen someone of that realm.

For the past few decades, figures like him had only ever appeared in promotional videos.

For the average Martial Artist, the Grandmaster Realm was the ceiling of their ambition. For a Professional Martial Artist, the Divine Void Realm made them a leader in their field, a true top-tier expert.

As for the Dharma Realm, it was something they had only ever heard of, never witnessed.

About ten minutes later, in the Martial Arts Arena, Xu Shaolei saw that everyone had arrived and began the instruction process without delay.

This set of Martial Arts was called the All-Encompassing Thunder Technique!

It consisted of two parts, an Upper and a Lower Section, which were further divided into thirty-six forms. The Upper Section was an Inner Cultivation Martial Art, while the Lower Section was a Combined Attack Skill.

Its contents were exceedingly complex and obscure.

Without a teacher, it would be incredibly difficult to cultivate.

Although Xu Shaolei’s expression was cold and stern, his lecture was extremely detailed.

Everyone present was a Martial Arts Master. They could typically grasp ordinary Martial Arts with just a hint of explanation, and could even deduce the entire routine after seeing it just once or twice.

But this art was different from common Martial Arts. Its contents were incredibly profound. After practicing it, even an ordinary Martial Artist could cultivate the grim, killing aura of a battlefield.

’A Spirit Soul Type?’

’Guixu Martial Arts?’

After hearing it just once, Zhao Rui had a rough understanding of this Martial Art’s origins.

Only Guixu Martial Arts could produce an effect on the level of the Divine Soul Realm.

Strictly speaking, Guixu Martial Arts weren’t exclusive to Gui Xu. Ancient Huaxia Martial Arts had them as well, but back then, the Spiritual Qi was insufficient, so their divine might could not be manifested.

Therefore, it was more accurate to call them Peak Martial Arts.

This category of Martial Arts specifically referred to those with power that transcended the mundane.

Compared to ordinary Martial Arts, this type focused more on harmonizing with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. In other words, one would fuse with the Majestic Power of Heaven and Earth to execute Cultivation Techniques that far surpassed the limits of the human body.

With ordinary Martial Arts, a palm strike, surging with Inner Strength, could at most form a Breaking Sky Palm Force, using one’s own Inner Strength or True Qi to inflict physical damage.

But this type of Martial Arts was different.

A single palm strike could not only draw upon the Exotic True Qi between heaven and earth—such as wind, fire, lightning, and even Divine Soul Telekinesis—but also produce terrifyingly destructive power.

Techniques like Cold Ice True Qi and Thunderbolt Swordsmanship belonged to this category.

When cultivated to a profound level, they could even manifest phenomena and form a Divine Soul Dharma Aspect.

This was also the origin of the Dharma Realm.

When Spiritual Qi was scarce, this type of Martial Arts was often extremely difficult to cultivate, and even if one succeeded, its power would be greatly diminished.

But now, the Spiritual Qi had returned.

Not only was Cultivation easier, but their power was also far beyond what it once was.

Many of the Grandmasters present were ordinary ones, just like the masters of the Thirteen Martial Arts Halls whom Zhao Rui had encountered before.

They lacked any exquisite Peak Martial Arts and had relied solely on their own talent and perseverance to grind their way into the Grandmaster Realm.

Now that they were suddenly exposed to one, they treated it like a priceless treasure, each one studying with ravenous hunger.

At this point, their own Martial Arts could no longer keep up with the times.

Others could unleash a Flame Saber with a single palm strike, while they could only use a drab Piercing Palm Force, wrapped in dense True Qi, to fight their enemies.

It felt a little pathetic by comparison.

With someone to teach and a willingness to learn, everyone had completely mastered the All-Encompassing Thunder Technique in just three days.

Learning it didn’t mean they had achieved Integration and Mastery. That would require future self-practice to gradually increase the Power of the Cultivation Technique.

For now, however, it was more than enough for them to teach their own disciples.

"From now on, you will start with the military. You will be assigned to teach at the battalion level. You must ensure that every soldier masters the basics."

After speaking with a deadpan expression, Xu Shaolei had his subordinate soldiers deliver information to each Grandmaster about the military unit they were assigned to teach.

"One month from now, there will be a military region Martial Dao tournament... I hope the soldiers you teach will be among the top ranks!"

After he finished speaking, Xu Shaolei turned and left the Martial Arts Arena.

"I’m not even this serious when I teach my own disciples, but now that I’m in a military camp..."

Someone couldn’t help but complain.

Although learning a Peak Martial Art was a good thing, this one was primarily a Combined Attack Skill, offering limited improvement to their personal power levels.

And for this one Martial Art, they were being ordered around like dogs.

It left a bitter taste in their mouths.

Of course, even without being taught this Martial Art, if the military had ordered them to teach, they wouldn’t have dared to refuse.

It just left them feeling resentful.

Seeing the dissatisfaction, Hou Zeng quickly chimed in with a smile, "Everyone, don’t feel too pressured. This is a good thing, you know. I heard the coach of the winning team will receive a medal from the military region..."

"Besides, where else could you find a place like the army to allow everyone to focus on their Cultivation? You all only have to teach for half a day. The rest of the time is completely your own to arrange."

The ones who were complaining were just letting off some steam. Hearing what Hou Zeng said, they took the opportunity to back down gracefully and dropped the subject.

After the group dispersed, Zhao Rui returned to his dormitory and began to organize what he had learned in preparation for the next day’s teaching.

「The next day!」

Zhao Rui arrived promptly at the assembly point for the unit he was assigned to teach.

When he got there, a formation of several hundred men was already standing there in perfect, silent order.

In the biting wind, the only sounds were faint breaths and heartbeats; there was no other noise.

Zhao Rui couldn’t help but feel a shiver of admiration. ’Such strict military discipline.’

"Reporting, Instructor! The Assault Battalion is present and accounted for! Awaiting your orders, sir!"

"At ease! Attention! As per the instructions from my superiors, for the next month, I will be your instructor, and I will be teaching you a new Martial Art..."

Zhao Rui looked down at the sea of soldiers below him, his heart stirring with emotion.

’Drunk, to rest on a beauty’s knee; sober, to command the world!’

’To ride a thousand miles alone, to turn the tide and save the day!’

’This is what a true man should be!’

"Mark time! Halt! Be seated!"

After Zhao Rui shouted the command, a single, unified sound—WHUMP—echoed across the field as everyone sat down in unison.

"The so-called Martial Dao..."

Zhao Rui spoke eloquently, doing his best to explain the meaning behind the Martial Arts in clear and concise terms.

The sound of his clear voice, carried by the whistling north wind, spread across the entire Martial Arts Arena.

...

While Zhao Rui was diligently serving as a military instructor, far away in East Woguo, within a pitch-black palace...

A man in a black robe walked into the great hall with a bow.

Beast-headed oil lamps hung on both sides of the hall, their flames casting flickering, amber light!

"Venerable Lord, a report from Huaxia. After reaching a peace agreement with Huaxia, the people of Gui Xu have retreated back to Central Asia..."

"A Cultivation craze is sweeping across all of Huaxia. Boosted by the Spiritual Qi, countless Martial Artists are achieving Breakthrough Realms almost every day."

"Over in Siberia, the cultivation of Fighting Qi is also proceeding with fiery intensity..."

The man’s Huaxia was broken and unpracticed.

"Mm, I see. What’s the status of our contact with Mr. Yamamoto? What are his chances in the election?"

At that moment, from a pitch-black wooden chair raised above the hall, a man wearing a demon mask spoke in an icy tone.

"Contact has been established. We have already... taken care of his political rivals!"

"Hm?"

"Venerable Lord, forgive me! I spoke out of turn!"

The black-robed man immediately dropped to his knees and slapped himself hard across the face several times.

"Enough. Get out."

The masked man waved his hand, his impatient tone a clear signal for the black-robed man to get lost.

Hearing this, the black-robed man felt as if he’d been granted amnesty. He immediately turned and headed for the exit.

But before he could reach the door, a jet-black beam of Finger Force suddenly shot out and pierced straight through his forehead.

The black-robed man’s now lifeless body crashed to the floor.

"Someone, drag this out and throw it into the sea!"

After the masked man spoke these cold words, two men from Woguo immediately entered the hall with bowed backs. Without a word, they dragged the corpse away.

After they had gone, a black shadow appeared like a phantom behind the masked man. It extended a long neck that looked anything but human and said with a sinister grin, "You truly are ruthless. To kill just like that."

"He was no better than an animal. Killing him means nothing. Or do you have an objection?" the masked man said coldly.

"What’s done is done. But I must remind you, don’t let unnecessary emotions surface. Otherwise, if you ruin the Sect Leader’s grand plans, you won’t be able to bear the consequences!"

"You don’t need to tell me that. I am well aware!"

The masked man glanced coldly at the face peering out, paused for a moment, and then snorted with disdain.

"Heh heh."

The grotesque face let out a cold laugh and, with a WHOOSH, retracted behind the masked man.

When all returned to silence, only the gently swaying lamps, stirred by the cool wind from outside the hall, cast an eerie glow.