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Lin Mo walked slowly across the ruins, the rubble beneath his feet making no sound.

The thunderous roar of the "Emperor's Engine" had subsided at some point, replaced by a deathly silence.

He stopped in front of the hero.

The former king of martial arts, now a Dragon-level monster, is currently lying on the ground in a sorry state.

His massive body was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, revealing dark purple muscle tissue underneath.

Lin Mo stood there, not particularly imposing, even appearing somewhat thin compared to Hao Jie's massive frame.

But the aura he exuded made him appear in no way inferior to a hero.

He looked down at the heroes, his eyes showing no joy, no pity, and not a trace of mockery.

"Why...why...can humans...possess this kind of power?"

The hero's hoarse questioning was filled with confusion and resentment.

"This...this shouldn't be a realm that humans can reach! This is impossible!"

Lin Mo shook his head, his eyes still fixed on Haojie.

"Domain? You've drawn the boundaries for yourself." His voice clearly reached Haojie's ears.

Lin Mo recalled the scene when he obtained [Martial Arts - Ultimate], his consciousness was actually experiencing the lives of different martial arts masters.

There was pain, resentment, and confusion, but more than anything, there was a heart that never gave up and a will to break through the limits.

"What you call your limit is just your limit. You can't break it, so you assume no one can. You chose a shortcut, so you assume everyone needs to take a shortcut."

Lin Mo sighed softly, the sound of which was particularly clear in the desolate ruins.

He continued, "Now, do you understand, hero?"

"The real limit is not in your race, but in your heart. Your heart stopped moving forward the moment you chose to run away."

These words were like a thunderclap, cleaving through the hero's chaotic thoughts.

My heart...

In his single eye, the ominous red light gradually faded, replaced by a glimmer of clarity.

Fragments of memory surged up like a tide, pulling him back to that moment filled with despair and fear that changed his life.

Back then, he wasn't a weirdo yet.

He was human, a man named "Hero".

He was the undisputed champion of the first Super Fighting Tournament and a legendary figure revered as the "King of Martial Arts".

His name itself is a monument in the martial arts world.

Countless martial artists regard him as the goal they pursue throughout their lives, and consider it the greatest honor to be able to exchange a single blow with him.

He stood at the pinnacle of human martial arts, looking around, and found no equal.

But the higher you climb, the colder it gets.

He felt an emptiness, an emptiness of not being able to find a higher peak.

Until that day, he heard a rumor from a strange man he had easily defeated.

On his deathbed, the strange man, with his last breath, told him a secret in a mocking tone—

Deep underground, beyond human reach, in a kingdom inhabited by countless monsters, exists a true "king," a monster king named "Orochi."

This rumor reignited his long-dormant passion.

He's going to take on the challenge!

He would use this human body and his honed martial arts skills to challenge the legendary pinnacle of inhumanity.

He wanted to prove that the path of "martial arts" that he adhered to was endless!

Human potential is unlimited!

He abandoned all honors and status, and alone, resolutely ventured into the lair of the Monster Association located deep underground in the no-man's-land of Z City.

The air there was cold and damp, and there was a putrid stench.

Then, countless bizarre and strange people surged toward him like a tide.

But in the face of human heroes, they are as vulnerable as clay chickens and earthen dogs.

His punches can tear the air apart, and his palm strikes can shatter rocks.

His movements were as fluid as flowing water, allowing him to move freely amidst the attacks of hundreds and thousands of strange men.

His martial arts are the most deadly art of killing, the sharpest sword, omnipotent and invincible.

As a hero of humanity, he swept through the land with unstoppable momentum, leaving behind piles of monster corpses at his feet.

His beliefs grew stronger during the killing, and he felt more and more that he was the embodiment of martial arts.

Finally, he reached the deepest part, that vast underground space that resembled a giant beehive.

Then, he met the Monster King Orochi.

With just one glance, he was overwhelmed by an uncontrollable sense of horror and fear.

That is not something that can be described as a "biological" entity.

It is an aggregate of countless roaring, dragon-like monsters intertwined, and just by standing there, it exudes an astonishing sense of oppression.

Merely making eye contact with him sent an uncontrollable tremor through the soul of a hero.

But he did not back down. Nor would he allow himself to back down.

He is the king of martial arts! He represents the pinnacle of human martial arts!

"Hoaaaaah!"

He forcefully suppressed the fear in his heart, let out a roar, and concentrated his essence, energy, and spirit to an unprecedented degree, elevating them to the highest peak of his life!

He poured all his life's cultivation and his understanding of martial arts into the punch he was about to throw.

"Mountain-Shattering and Earth-Splitting Fist!"

That punch embodied all his pride and conviction; it represented the pinnacle he could achieve as a human martial artist.

Before the fist even arrived, the wind from it already howled through the entire underground.

This is enough to instantly level a real mountain!

However, faced with this earth-shattering attack, the serpent's reaction was despairingly calm.

It simply stretched out one arm and easily blocked the attack.

The hero's all-out attack couldn't even make that arm tremble in the slightest.

"Martial arts..."

The giant serpent spoke disdainfully, its voice filled with condescending mockery: "Before absolute power, it is nothing but a farce of the weak."

What followed was the one-sided torture by Monster King Orochi.

Everything a hero is proud of—his skills, his experience, his martial arts—becomes meaningless in the face of absolute power.

He was beaten until his bones were shattered and his internal organs were ruptured. He lay in front of the giant snake like a dead dog, unable to even move a finger.

His body was broken.

But more importantly, his beliefs, the martial arts he had upheld throughout his life, were utterly shattered.

So... there really are limits to human capabilities.

So it turns out... his proud martial arts were really a joke.

The giant snake didn't kill him; instead, it threw a still-beating monster cell in front of him.

"Your strength is not bad." The serpent's voice was full of temptation.

"Abandon your frail body and accept my gift, and you will gain power you could never have dreamed of. You will... surpass your limits."

At that moment, Haojie looked at that ugly cell, and then at his own broken body.

His passion for martial arts died completely at that moment.

He lost, he lost miserably.

Since your path is wrong and impassable, why not choose the right path that leads to strength?

Limits... Beyond limits...

He laboriously reached out and stuffed the monster cell into his mouth...

Chapter 143 The Ultimate Martial Art - Returning to Origin

As the memory ended, the intense pain of reality intertwined with the despair of the past, causing Haojie's massive body to tremble violently.

He looked at Lin Mo in front of him.

The man remained standing there, his breathing as steady as if he had never fought.

However, this same man easily defeated himself, who had become a monster and was dozens of times stronger than before.

KING, he showed himself a cruel truth through the facts.

"So...that's it..."

"So, that wall... really can be broken down..."

His single eye revealed extremely complex emotions: regret, relief, and even a hint of... liberation.

"It's not that the path of martial arts has come to an end...it's me...it's me who has come to an end..."

He murmured to himself, as if he were telling Lin Mo a story, or perhaps reminiscing.

"I didn't lose to the power of Monster King Orochi... I lost to my own weakness..."

If he had encountered this man before him before challenging the giant serpent...

If he could witness firsthand that humanity could truly reach such an unfathomable realm, even surpassing the so-called Monster King Orochi...

Will he make the same choice again?