From a martial arts disciple to a god through countless trials and tribulations

Chapter 2 Martial Arts
The alley was dark. A black cat as small as a coal ball stopped, pricked up its ears, listened to the movement in the yard, and then gracefully jumped onto the wall to watch the fun.

"With a slight attempt, his inferior character was exposed."

Yang Qingshan's face was furious, and he shouted: "Wang Chan is right, people like you really deserve to die!"

"Oh...you're out of your mind!"

Chen Xuan's face was as gloomy as water, and a bloody smell was coming out of his throat.

"Come!"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Xuan had already clenched his teeth and swooped down like a black thunder, his messy long hair dancing wildly behind him, and the cold wind whistling like a dragon's roar.

In an instant, two figures who had already reached the pinnacle of martial arts collided with each other.

The Yang family martial arts school practices hard punches, which are extremely powerful and domineering.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two men's powerful punches and kicks collided dozens of times in the air in an instant, like the sound of a bronze bell.

Chen Xuan was young and full of energy, so he punched even faster. He seized upon the moment when Master Yang paused, and immediately threw a fierce punch that broke through the defense and went straight to Master Yang's face.

It's a flaw...

Do not!
He's not that old yet!

Chen Xuan was startled, cold sweat instantly seeping out of his spine. His body immediately changed from extremely fast to extremely quiet. He retracted his fist and leaped away like a nimble crane.

'It's too late!'

Master Yang's palm wrapped around Chen Xuan like a python, suddenly grabbing his wrist, and then he gave him a domineering knee strike, which was enough to kill or cripple him.

"I taught you how to punch!"

He knew exactly where the fist was going and when it was going!
Chen Xuan had no choice but to use his left hand to defend himself. Suddenly, his entire arm and chest felt numb and sore, as if they were splitting apart.

"Come!"

Chen Xuan knitted his brows tightly together, and was so angry that he advanced instead of retreating in the air. He grabbed Master Yang's wrist with his five fingers, pulled him up suddenly, and smashed him down with a clean and decisive headbutt.

"Bang!"

Yang Qingshan was hit so hard that he saw stars, his face was covered in blood, his nose was broken, and he let out a muffled groan from his throat.

"Bang bang bang!"

The next moment, Chen Xuan's perfectly executed punches came crashing down, so fast that Yang Qingshan's eyes turned blood red. The punches coming from all directions were so fast that they became countless blurred phantoms. He could predict every move, but it was too late to respond!

Yang Qingshan panicked and tried his best to defend against a few attacks, then he retreated quickly with trembling hands.

"Young and strong fighters are better than the old ones. Your Yang family boxing is even better than the old one..."

"You teach well, Master Yang."

Chen Xuan sneered and did not take the opportunity to pursue. They looked at each other from a distance of several feet, and each of them quickly adjusted their disordered breathing.

This was a test between them, a test that was both quick to retreat, yet incredibly intense, leaving both of them seriously injured. If their opponents had been ordinary warriors, they would have died ten times over in a test of this level.

Suddenly, snowflakes fell from the sky.

Snowing.

Yang Qingshan licked a bloody tooth, spat it out casually, and suddenly said:
"But I have another set of ancient boxing techniques that you haven't learned yet."

His body sank slightly, and then he made a fist style that Chen Xuan and all the other disciples in the martial arts gym had never seen before. It had returned to its original simplicity and was full of oppression.

This set of boxing is called Zhenshan Fist.

He never taught it to anyone. It was specially designed to restrain other boxing techniques taught in the Yang Family Martial Arts School. It was a killer move that he deliberately concealed!
"Chen Xuan, you can't take this Mountain-Suppressing Fist..."

Sparse snowflakes fell from the sky, and the cold wind blew like a knife.

"Ah……"

Chen Xuan glanced at the perfectly formed boxing stance, then looked up at the cold snowflakes falling on his face. His eyes were dazed for a moment, and he tilted his head and suddenly smiled:
"I vaguely remember a similar snowfall three years ago... Master Yang, I don't know what happened. But if you're willing to ask me, I should be able to explain."

"What's wrong with you? Are you scared... Are you afraid of dying from this punch?"

Yang Qingshan roared, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

After all, he had misjudged this disciple and was too timid. He even wanted to marry his youngest daughter to him, which almost led to a big mistake.

Fortunately, another good disciple, Wang Chan, helped him see these things clearly and turn back to the right path!
Chen Xuan didn't care about the ridicule, but asked seriously:

"Master Yang, have you ever really thought about what you would do if, in a million chance, you lost tonight... what would you let me do?"

"joke!"

Yang Qingshan sneered, with the strong confidence of a high-ranking figure, and said: "Twenty years ago, I was the number one martial arts master in Liu Town!"

"Okay, I see."

After receiving the final answer from the old man, Chen Xuan nodded slowly, took a deep breath, and continued to perform the basic boxing techniques that all his fellow disciples knew.

"From now on, you will no longer be."

"boom!"

The wind and snow danced wildly as two domineering figures, their momentum instantly reaching its peak, rose from the ground. This was a battle between the two strongest warriors in Liu Town, the intensity of which exceeded everyone's imagination.

"Bang! Bang!"

The stone bricks on the ground were shattered by a random kick, and the weapons on the side collapsed in the clash between the two. The courtyard wall collapsed in pieces, and smoke and dust rose everywhere...

The martial arts school disciples fled in terror, fearing that anyone caught in the attack would be either dead or injured. Even Junior Sister Yang was crying bitterly as she fled in panic.

Fighting between warriors of this level was too high-level. Even getting close was fraught with danger, let alone intervening. Everyone was filled with endless awe at the immense strength displayed by Chen Xuan and Yang Qingshan at this moment.

"Master Yang's boxing set has no flaws."

"It is specially designed to counter the Yang style boxing we learned... Senior Brother Chen, it is difficult." A disciple with strong martial arts skills saw the trick.

"Brother Chen didn't betray his master or ancestors. Daddy, please don't force him! Stop it now!"

"..."

The group of fellow disciples fled hurriedly to a distance, watching the two figures fighting in the corner of the yard. They could vaguely see that the younger figure quickly fell into a disadvantage and was forced to take several punches, and was in danger.

"Bang!"

Yang Qingshan hit the courtyard wall with his elbow, creating a big hole, sending bricks and stones flying everywhere. The black cat on the wall screamed and jumped away.

Chen Xuan retreated again and again, and was finally blocked in the shadow of the corner.

Yang Qingshan said, "This most powerful Mountain-Suppressing Fist should have been passed down to you, but you are too talented... I hesitated, feeling a little scared."

"Oh, fear..."

Chen Xuan sighed softly and rubbed his numb fists.

In fact, after fighting for many moves in a row, he had already figured out about 70% of the basics of this boxing technique called Zhenshan Fist.

In fact, he was confident enough at this moment to directly perform a set of "Mountain-Suppressing Fist" that looked quite similar to his own.

But now, it doesn't matter.

"brush!"

At this moment, Chen Xuan shook his wrist lightly, a little light like a grain of rice flashed on the fist mark, and his figure jumped out from the corner on its own initiative.

"Master Yang, martial arts are the art of killing people."

The foundation of his boxing stance remained similar to before, a move that Master Yang could anticipate and fully counter.

"..."

Yang Qingshan sighed in his heart. Even he could not perform such standard and skillful moves continuously in a fight... He had great talent, but it was a pity that it would be wasted here today.

There was a cold edge that flashed in vain under the night sky.

It was like a piece of falling snow in the sky reflecting the moonlight.

At first, Yang Qingshan didn't take it seriously. He roared, and with the determination to kill, he rushed forward with his fists clenched like a ferocious lion or tiger.

"puff!"

With the first punch, a strange coolness came over the fist. With the second punch, there was a sudden sting on the side of the raised whip kick, as if something hot and bright red flowed out.

Then came the third punch, the fourth punch...

"Pfft!"

A sharp edge flashed with a faint light and passed by Yang Qingshan's eyes. Bright red liquid flowed from his forehead, followed by his chest, lower abdomen, shoulders, and even his throat. Something fishy and salty also came out...

Chen Xuan's expression was calm, and his fists were still steady and powerful, like an unshakable towering mountain, pressing forward steadily.

The fist print had a metallic luster, drawing a sharp crescent-shaped arc in the wind and snow.

"puff!"

At this moment, Yang Qingshan's eyes were filled with fear, and his strength poured out from all directions of his body. A bone-chilling chill rushed from the bottom of his heart to the top of his head. It was bad!
escape!
In fact.

From the second impact, Yang Qingshan realized something was wrong and immediately tried to block.

To no avail.

Instead, a piece of the little finger was thrown out during the fight with Chen Xuan, accompanied by a rising black blood line.

It was a sharpness that human flesh and blood could not resist.

sharp weapon.

"boom!"

Yang Qingshan was so frightened that his soul almost flew away. His whole body was stained red with blood. He protected his vital parts with both hands, retreated with all his strength, and rushed forward, knocking down a weapon rack. However, he was immediately grabbed by the opponent's head and dragged back.

The huge shadow that seemed impossible to avoid came to swallow up the sky and the earth!

"Puff puff!"

Chen Xuan continued to swing his fists, and the fist marks on Yang Qingshan's back left flying black lines, like a bloody rain and ink blooming.

The old warrior's struggle stopped.

A dead silence.

After a brief silence, the girl's heart-wrenching and tragic cries broke out in the martial arts hall.

……

……

Liu Town is not big and has only one main street.

Peiji Restaurant is the only restaurant in the town. It was opened by Pei Qing, the old warrior who challenged the opponent today.

A long time ago, when he felt that he could not make any further progress in martial arts, he used some not-so-stellar means to buy this restaurant.

"With that old monster Yang Qingshan in Liu Town, I'll never make it in martial arts."

Pei Qing used to often complain like this to his drinking friends.

But today, he put it another way: "In three years, no, just two years, a higher mountain named Chen Xuan will rise!"

In the lobby on the first floor.

Pei Qing, with one arm bandaged on his chest, was toasting with a group of drinking buddies. His face flushed as he shouted:
"You don't practice martial arts, so you don't understand... Once you practice martial arts, you will look up and see him, like seeing the sun and the moon in the sky, and you will feel despair..."

When he said this, he had some indescribable complex emotions in his heart.

It's not resentment, but more like appreciation or even a faint expectation. Ordinary people usually have this wonderful emotion when they see a true genius.

This road is difficult and dangerous. I can't make it, but you can...

"Hey, Old Pei doesn't want to admit his age, so he pretends to be so elegant and praises an unknown young man."

My friends at the same table refused to believe it and burst into laughter.

Who is Yang Qingshan?
He is recognized as the best master and has dominated Liu Town for twenty to thirty years.

How could he be defeated by a young boy in just two or three years?

This is not realistic.

Everyone's faces turned pale from Pei Qing's teasing, but soon, with the arrival of a new table of guests, the atmosphere gradually became weird.

It was about a shocking event that had happened at the Yang Family Martial Arts School earlier. Since Liu Town was not big, the news spread quickly.

"Yang Qingshan...I'm afraid he's dead..."

Pei Qing and his friend looked at each other in bewilderment. The atmosphere was heavy. Pei Qing subconsciously gulped down a few gulps of wine, only to find it bland. "Using a sharp weapon? Young people don't have martial ethics."

"There's something fishy going on here. Someone from Qinglu Mountain is behind this."

The drinking buddy cautiously pointed to the second-floor ceiling and whispered, "Master Yang went upstairs to drink before. Rumor has it..."

"shut up!"

Pei Qing's expression changed drastically, and he quickly shouted, "You want to die too? Those people's affairs have nothing to do with us. Keep drinking!"

Qinglu Mountain...

A group of people practicing Qi.

We can only blame Chen Xuan for his ill-fated life and bad luck... There will be no good ending for provoking Qinglu Mountain.

a moment.

Pei Qing drank silently, looking out the window at the increasingly strong snowstorm. The road was covered with a layer of white frost, and there was no pedestrian.

"The snow is heavy...where can he escape to?"

His eyes suddenly fixed.

The wind and snow are blowing heavily.

A figure appeared on the empty street. The man was wandering silently in the snowy night. He looked up and down at everything in the restaurant. This reminded Pei Qing of the ghosts patrolling in the mountains, choosing people to devour in the dark.

He came here.

How dare he come!

He actually came here on his own initiative!!!

"brush!"

The young man, whose figure was shabby but not frail, turned his head towards this side and his eyes instantly locked onto this person.

indifferent.

Like a piece of ice, without any other emotion.

Pei Qing shuddered, horrified. He subconsciously lowered his head and pretended to pick up a piece of beef, but his entire arm was shaking uncontrollably.

he came.

After he killed Yang Qingshan, he not only did not flee, but instead took the initiative to look for those Qi practitioners in Qinglu Mountain.

Pei Qing immediately had this terrifying thought in his mind... This young man named Chen Xuan was desperate and could do anything!

Young man, why are you so fierce!!!
Pei Qing chewed the thin slices of beef mechanically. After a long time, he carefully glanced out the window again... The street was empty and the figure disappeared.

But the next moment.

"Wow!"

The door of the restaurant was pushed open, and the wind and snow blew into the room.

A tall figure with blood stains on his clothes came over covered in frost and snow.

Everyone looked over there.

The expressionless figure, without any murderous intent, was as cold as a piece of ice. He walked straight to the stairs and went up to the second floor.

After a few breaths.

"Wang Chan——"

A deep and powerful voice came from the second floor and echoed throughout the restaurant.

(End of this chapter)