“But this still hasn’t been acknowledged by the Golden Eagle Nation.”

Brian Smith looked over and saw on the flickering screen clouds of smoke, the earth overturned, and the vague wreckage of planes:

“The Golden Eagle Nation has always seen itself as the world’s police. Now that something like this has happened, the retaliation will definitely be terrifying. No matter what organization it is, they’re all in trouble.”

The Golden Eagle Nation has suffered quite a few terrorist attacks, but the scale of destruction and casualties this time surprised Brian Smith.

“Yeah, no organization has stepped forward to claim responsibility so far. It’s obvious everyone knows how terrible the coming retaliation will be.”

Matthew Smith nodded.

The Golden Eagle Nation and Daxuan are known as the two poles of the world, separated by a vast ocean. Any other small country or force is no match for them.

Any terrorist organization that jumps out will be crushed.

“Old An, dinner’s ready! Aren’t you coming to serve the dishes?”

From the kitchen, Mrs. Smith called out.

“Coming!”

Matthew Smith held down his son, who was about to get up, and strode into the kitchen.

Hairy crabs, braised pork, ribs, beef soup—the dishes were not only plentiful but also generous in portion.

“Qiqi, eat more.”

Mrs. Smith picked up a piece of rib for Brian Smith: “Look how skinny you’ve gotten.”

“Mom, I can do it myself.”

Looking at the bowl piled high with food, Brian Smith gave a wry smile and picked up his chopsticks.

He always had a big appetite, even bigger than Mr. Smith, who practiced martial arts year-round. After falling ill, his appetite increased even more.

He could eat as much in one meal as a normal person would in three days.

In no time, he had cleared all the food.

“Go to bed early. The Martial Arts Expo starts tomorrow. Let your dad take you to have a look.”

In the bedroom, Mrs. Smith made the bed for Brian Smith and urged him to sleep.

“The Martial Arts Expo?”

Brian Smith was intrigued.

Martial arts are highly esteemed in Daxuan, far more than in his previous life. The Martial Arts Association holds expos nationwide every year to introduce the development of Daxuan martial arts and display relics left by predecessors.

He hadn’t expected it to be Xiangcheng’s turn.

“Got it. You should get some rest too.”

After seeing Mrs. Smith out, Brian Smith lay on the bed, still pondering the ability he had awakened.

He had been thinking about it for a long time on the way home.

He felt that it wasn’t that he couldn’t see Adam Sullivan’s past, but that he lacked the necessary medium.

As for what medium was needed...

Adam Sullivan died in the flames of war, not even leaving a body behind. It seemed he would have to focus on the things Adam Sullivan left behind.

He had originally planned to find time to visit the Martial Arts Headquarters in Modu after returning home.

Now that the Martial Arts Expo was being held, it was perfect timing.

As the greatest martial artist in three hundred years, Adam Sullivan’s status in Daxuan’s martial arts world was beyond question.

Naturally, the Martial Arts Expo would feature him as well.

“Qiqi, aren’t you asleep yet!”

Mrs. Smith’s knock interrupted Brian Smith’s thoughts.

“Going to sleep now.”

Turning off the light, Brian Smith naturally assumed the posture of the Dormant Dragon Sleep Dan Technique and quickly fell asleep.

……

Early the next morning, Brian Smith woke up on time and drove with Mr. Smith to the Martial Arts Expo.

“When exactly did martial arts originate? That’s impossible to determine. But the true establishment of the martial arts system was three hundred years ago, after Mr. Sullivan founded the Central Martial Arts Hall and exchanged techniques with various martial arts masters. That’s when the system was finalized and has been used ever since.”

While waiting at a traffic light, Matthew Smith spoke:

“The six realms of martial arts: Ming, An, Hua, Dan, Gang, Shen!”

Chapter 7: Gaze Through Time and Space!

Ming, An, Hua, Dan, Gang, Shen!

Brian Smith listened intently. These six realms were somewhat similar to those in his dreams of his previous life, though he wasn’t sure if it was just a coincidence.

Before he got sick, his internal strength was already close to entering the An realm, making him one of the top among his peers.

Unfortunately, after falling ill, even though he hadn’t lost his skills, it was almost as if he had.

“Sigh.”

Seeing his son’s slightly gloomy expression in the rearview mirror, Matthew Smith sighed inwardly.

He was an instructor for the Xiangcheng Law Enforcement Team and had trained countless officers. He had seen many talented people, but few were stronger than his son.

If not for the illness, it wouldn’t have been impossible for him to reach the Hua realm in his lifetime.

“Because of the Martial Arts Expo, many martial arts enthusiasts have come to Xiangcheng recently. I’ll be on security duty later, so don’t wander off on your own.”

Matthew Smith stepped on the gas and headed toward the Xiangcheng Martial Arts Hall.

“I know.”

Brian Smith nodded.

Martial artists are full of vigor, and when a group gathers, trouble can easily arise.

Every year, there are plenty of troublemakers at the Martial Arts Expo. Even instructors like Matthew Smith are called in for security, showing how nervous the Xiangcheng leaders are.

“There are some big names overseeing this Martial Arts Expo. I’m just there to make an appearance.”

Matthew Smith said casually.

“Big names? Who are they?”

Brian Smith was a bit curious.

“Confidential.”

As he spoke, Matthew Smith skillfully navigated a few intersections.

Soon, they arrived in front of the Martial Arts Hall.