Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 55 Another Victory
Yang Jing's back tensed slightly, and a sense of solemnity arose spontaneously.

Shen Lie was already the most difficult opponent to deal with in the seventh arena, and now he harbors inexplicable hostility towards me. If we meet again in the arena, he probably won't hold back.

Yang Jing composed himself, his gaze fixed on Shen Lie on the arena, not daring to relax for a moment.

Regardless of the reason why the other party is hostile to you, you must be on high alert from now on. If you are not careful, you may not be able to escape unscathed.

In the arena.

Shen Lie stood on one side of the arena, facing Liu Biao of Xingwu Hall, his expression indifferent, as if his opponent was not worth mentioning.

Liu Biao was also a master of the peak of Ming Jin, and came from a prominent family. Seeing Shen Lie's arrogant expression, he was enraged. With a low shout, he twisted his body and threw a punch. The punch was fierce and aimed straight at Shen Lie's face.

Just as the fist was about to hit him, Shen Lie moved.

He didn't move his feet an inch, only slightly lowered his right fist, and then suddenly thrust it forward.

This punch, seemingly ordinary, carried a powerful, overwhelming force, like a mountain collapsing; it was the killing move of the Mountain-Breaking Fist.

"Oh!"

The two fists collided, and a muffled thud made one's eardrums vibrate.

The fierce look on Liu Biao's face froze instantly, replaced by unbelievable pain.

His punch was like an egg hitting a metal plate, instantly shattering. He was struck as if by a heavy hammer, and his body flew backward uncontrollably.

With a thud, he crashed heavily onto the edge of the arena several meters away, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and never got up again.

From the moment of attack to the moment of defeat, it was only a fleeting instant.

The audience fell silent for a moment, followed by a low gasp.

Everyone was stunned by the power of Shen Lie's punch.

Although it was the same as before, Shen Lie's punch was more domineering and decisive than anyone else's.

Yang Jing stood below the stage, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his breathing slowed down.

He could see it very clearly: when Shen Lie threw a punch, his internal energy flowed smoothly, almost reaching a state of perfection. Before the punch even arrived, that concentrated energy had already locked onto his opponent.

The instant their fists clashed, the hidden force burst forth without any resistance, not only shattering Liu Biao's punching power but also directly injuring his internal organs.

This mastery of internal energy and the explosive power contained in the fist are far beyond what I can currently achieve.

"So powerful." Yang Jing was secretly shocked.

Is this the true strength of the peak of Dark Force?
Defeating the enemy with a single punch—clean, efficient, and utterly domineering.

No wonder Senior Brother Xu Hongdu was quite confident in himself and felt that he had a good chance of passing the final training ground test.

With such strength, they certainly have the right to be arrogant.

Yang Jing clenched his fists, his vigilance growing even stronger.

Compared to Shen Lie, his internal strength was clearly lacking. If they were to actually meet, he would probably have to use the Thunderous Wave Kick to have any chance of winning.

But the power displayed by Shen Lie's punch made him realize that this training ground test would probably be more difficult than he had anticipated.

Outside the fence.

Zhao Yuman stood on tiptoe, her gaze fixed on the seventh arena.

When she saw Shen Lie send her opponent flying with a single punch, she couldn't help but smile smugly and nodded subconsciously.

"sharp."

She thought to herself, her eyes full of satisfaction.

With the power of that punch alone, let alone the seventh arena, even in the entire training ground, how many people could be Shen Lie's opponent?

The more she looked at it, the happier she became.

If Shen Lie could pass the training ground test smoothly, or even win first place, then he could be closer to him and stand taller in front of his brother and his friends who were usually arrogant.

As for how to completely control Shen Lie... Zhao Yuman tucked a stray hair behind her ear, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her eyes.

In Zhao Yuman's eyes, the other martial artists on the seventh arena, including Chen Wu, Qian Feng, Yang Jing and other masters of internal strength, were far inferior to Shen Lie.

Especially Yang Jing, who had only just broken through to the Dark Force realm.

Faced with Shen Lie's absolute strength, that guy who only deserved to be rejected by her was not worth mentioning at all, and had long been forgotten by her.

At this moment, Zhao Yuman was filled with thoughts of Shen Lie's glory after winning first place, and the honor of being able to climb the social ladder by doing so.

Time passes slowly.

The first round of matches on the eight arenas came to an end, and a commotion immediately broke out in the training ground.

The advanced warriors were full of vigor and high spirits.

The defeated and eliminated martial artists walked out of the enclosure dejectedly.

Shouts and discussions mingled together, making it even more lively than before, but also adding a touch of cruelty to the clear-cut victory or defeat.

Outside the fence, in the spectator stands.

Sun Yong, dressed in a dark blue training uniform, sat upright in a large chair, toying with a string of oily walnuts in his hand.

One after another, disciples of the Sun Family Martial Arts School walked out, each with a dejected expression. These were all Ming Jin disciples who had been eliminated in the first round.

They walked up to Sun Yong, heads bowed, not daring to speak, clearly feeling they had disgraced the martial arts school.

Sun Yong merely glanced at them indifferently and said nothing more.

These Ming Jin disciples were not his focus to begin with. The training ground test was a process of natural selection, and only a few could go far.

His gaze remained fixed on the direction of the third arena, where Lin Yue was located.

He saw Lin Yue clearly when he came on stage.

Faced with his opponent's fierce attack, Lin Yue remained as still as a mountain. With his internal energy circulating, he easily deflected the opponent's offensive. Then, he lightly struck his opponent's shoulder with a palm. He won the match without using any force. His composure and control were those of a master of internal energy.

“Ningxiang,” Sun Yong withdrew his gaze, a satisfied smile appearing on his face, and said to Sun Ningxiang beside him, “Your junior brother Lin Yue’s move just now was steady, accurate, and ruthless, and what’s even more remarkable is his ability to control it with ease. I’m afraid the top spot on the third arena is rightfully his.”

He nodded to himself.

Lin Yue is a promising young man with good potential and high comprehension. Although he is not very calm, he is a rare talent.

Given time, there is a good chance that they will be able to reach the Transformation Realm. With two Transformation Realm experts in one school, the status of the Sun Family Martial Arts School in Yuhe County will likely rise to another level.

As for the other disciples of the martial arts school, they were ultimately overshadowed by Lin Yue's dazzling brilliance.

Sun Ningxiang nodded upon hearing this and said softly, "Junior Brother Lin Yue was indeed composed today. His moves of the Mountain-Crushing Fist were executed with perfect fluidity and ease. His opponent couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes. He truly has the potential to win the championship."

Sun Yong twirled a walnut, then turned his gaze toward the third arena, his tone resolute: "This time, he's my favorite."

"The training ground test examines not only cultivation level and strength, but also comprehension and combat skills. Lin Yue is only one step away from the peak of Dark Force, but his understanding of the Mountain Crushing Fist far surpasses that of his peers, and even ordinary peak Dark Force practitioners may not be able to match him."

"Look at how he circulates his internal energy, almost without leaving a trace between his movements. In actual combat, he knows how to conceal his strength and accumulate power. This kind of talent and mindset is what makes him capable of going far."

He paused, and when he mentioned the other disciples, his tone became less sharp: "Although Xu Hong is at the peak of Dark Force, he lacks some sharpness. In recent years, he has been stuck at a bottleneck. His intelligence is insufficient, so I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to make a breakthrough."

"As for the other disciples with internal strength, they either have unstable foundations or limited skills. At most, they can last a few more rounds, but they have virtually no hope of winning the top spot on the arena." In Sun Yong's mind, Lin Yue was already the one who would stand out on the third arena, and also the biggest hope for the Sun Family Martial Arts School this time.

As Sun Ningxiang listened to her father's words, she looked down at the ground, a complex feeling welling up inside her.

She knew better than anyone how much her father had hoped over the years that the martial arts school could produce a disciple who could pass the training ground test.

Sun's Martial Arts School is a well-known and prestigious school in the western urban area of ​​Yuhe County. It is also quite famous throughout the entire Yuhe County. Otherwise, many prominent families would not send their children to Sun's Martial Arts School to practice martial arts.

However, in the past decade, not a single person has been able to stand out in the martial arts school's trials. Rumors have begun to circulate that the school has no successors and is merely a name without substance. Some even have subtly mocked the father for not being able to teach any real skills.

Although her father never said it outright, Sun Ningxiang knew that those words were like needles pricking her father's heart.

She saw her father more than once staring blankly at the signboard of the martial arts school late at night, his brows furrowed and sighing.

Hearing her father praise Lin Yue so highly, she knew that her father had placed all his hopes on Lin Yue.

If Lin Yue succeeds, it will not only silence the gossip, but also restore the prestige of the Sun family martial arts school, and allow his father to finally release the pent-up frustration he has felt for so many years.

"Father, Junior Brother Lin Yue will certainly live up to your expectations," Sun Ningxiang said softly, her tone carrying a hint of prayer.

She looked toward the third arena, hoping that her junior brother Lin Yue could overcome all obstacles and win back honor for the martial arts school and her father.

On the training ground, the tension in the second round of the competition was even greater than in the first.

At the edge of the sixteen-person ring, the initial restlessness on each person's face had subsided, replaced by a more solemn expression.

Those who have reached this stage are all truly skilled individuals, and many of the Ming Jin disciples are among the best in their respective ranks. A slight misstep could bring them to their knees.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat mixed with the smell of grass and trees, and the echoes of fists and weapons clashing seemed to still reverberate in one's ears, making one's chest feel heavy.

Yang Jing stood in the corner, his gaze sweeping across the room like a hawk, focusing on Shen Lie, Qian Feng, and Chen Wu.

Qian Feng had just finished a match, and he easily defeated a Ming Jin disciple in just a few moves.

When Chen Wu entered the arena, his opponent was a peak-level Ming Jin practitioner who practiced Iron Sand Palm, and his palm strikes carried scorching energy.

Chen Wu remained calm and composed. His Tongbei Fist technique was as smooth as a long whip. With each extension and retraction of his arm, he could always avoid heavy blows by the slightest margin, while simultaneously using the momentum to entangle and seize the opponent.

He grabbed his opponent's wrist with his left hand, and slid his right hand out along the back of his arm, his fist striking like a venomous snake, landing precisely on his opponent's chest.

The martial artist, who had been struck so hard he coughed up blood, slammed into the railing of the arena and immediately admitted defeat.

Yang Jing watched carefully and saw that Chen Wu's entire set of movements was smooth and fluid, fully demonstrating the Tongbei Quan's "long-range attack and penetrating power" and showing his impressive strength.

"If I were to face him, my internal strength would be no less than his, but I would be a step behind in terms of martial arts mastery. After all, I haven't broken through to the Dark Force stage for very long. However, if I were to use the Surging Wave Kick slightly, without fully exposing myself, I could still gain the upper hand in terms of movement and speed."

Yang Jing pondered to himself.

Soon, Shen Lie also stepped onto the stage in the fifth match.

Yang Jing's gaze was fixed on him as if drawn by a magnet.

Shen Lie faced off against a Ming Jin martial artist who practiced Cannon Fist. The opponent's punches were powerful and fierce, and he launched a fierce attack like a storm from the start.

Shen Lie did not retreat even half a step. When the opponent's fist was close, he suddenly lowered his waist and turned his hips, unleashing the full force of the Mountain-Breaking Fist.

With a muffled thud, the two fists collided, and the Cannon Fist martial artist was struck as if by a heavy hammer. He flew backward and crashed to the edge of the ring, unable to get up again.

From beginning to end, it was just one punch.

Yang Jing's pupils contracted slightly, and his heart trembled violently.

The power of this punch was even more domineering than in the first round. The hidden force was concentrated but not released. The opponent was defeated by the force of the punch alone. It is unknown whether Shen Lie used his full strength in this punch.

What made Yang Jing frown even more was that when Shen Lie withdrew his fist, his gaze swept over him intentionally or unintentionally, as if to say that this was also his fate.

"Why exactly?" Yang Jing frowned, unable to understand when he had incurred the wrath of such a person.

However, he knew that Shen Lie was his biggest threat. This person was far stronger than others of the same level and was hostile to him. If they met, it would be a tough battle.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and his eyes gradually sharpened.

Regardless of the reason, let's get through the competition first.

As for Shen Lie, Yang Jing's fingers tightened slightly. If this person really wanted to press on, even if it meant taking some risks after the training ground test, he had to eliminate this hidden danger and absolutely could not let him become a future source of trouble.

Just as he was pondering, the middle-aged man dressed in official robes called out the names loudly: "Seventh match, Yang Jing versus Li Hu!"

Yang Jing composed himself and strode towards the arena.

On the stage, Li Hu opposite him had already taken a fighting stance.

This was a lean man with a solid physique, clearly a Ming Jin martial artist who had trained diligently for many years. His eyes held a hint of fierceness, but he couldn't hide his fear of the An Jin master. He cursed the damned examiners of the imperial court for making him encounter an An Jin master so early in life.

"Please advise!"

Li Hu let out a deep shout, exerted force with his feet, and his figure leaped out like a raccoon. He alternated his fists and used a set of Tiger Fist. The fist wind was fierce and aimed directly at Yang Jing's upper, middle and lower body. The move was fierce and powerful, but it also had a bit of agility.

Yang Jing neither dodged nor avoided, but stepped forward half a step with his left foot, lowered his waist and sat in a horse stance, and slowly pushed out his right fist.

This punch, though seemingly slow, contained the unique sinking force of the Mountain-Crushing Fist. Before the punch even arrived, an invisible pressure had already descended.

The first move: head-on confrontation.

Li Hu's right fist collided with Yang Jing's fist with a muffled "bang". Li Hu felt a powerful force surge up his arm, as if he had hit a moving mountain. His punch was instantly blocked, and half of his arm went numb.

He was terrified and quickly changed his move, turning his left fist from a punch into a grab, trying to control Yang Jing's wrist.

Yang Jing flicked his wrist to avoid the grappling, and at the same time, his left fist followed closely, the tip of the fist grazing Li Hu's arm and carrying a hidden force straight for his ribs.

This punch was delivered at a tricky angle, precisely the "side collapse" technique from the Mountain Collapse Fist.

The second tactic is to avoid the strong points and attack the weak points.

Li Hu hastily twisted to dodge, but was still hit by the force of the punch. He immediately felt a tingling numbness in his ribs, his breath hitched, and his steps became slightly unsteady.

Before he could regain his footing, Yang Jing's third punch arrived.

This punch no longer pursued brute force, but instead used the momentum of the previous two moves to slightly retract the fist and then suddenly thrust it forward, the hidden force passing through the fist and lightly landing on Li Hu's chest.

The third move is to use hidden force to penetrate the body.

Li Hu felt as if a stone wrapped in cotton had hit his chest. It didn't hurt on the outside, but his insides were churning. His blood and qi instantly reversed direction. He exhaled a breath of turbid air with a "whoosh," staggered back several steps, and sat down on the arena, unable to stand up again.

Yang Jing withdrew his fist and stood still, his breathing steady, as if he had only performed three ordinary movements.

PS:

A 20,000-word update has been delivered.

I saw some comments saying that the content was a bit weak after it was released. I think it might be because I was rushing to finish the manuscript these past few days and didn't control the pace well.

Next, we will speed up the pace and make it more compact.

The author writes slowly. I went to bed around 3 a.m. last night, but couldn't fall back asleep by 7 a.m. this morning. I got up and started writing. I'm a little excited about the book just going on sale.

I see I already have dozens of monthly votes, let's keep asking and try to add an extra chapter tomorrow!

Thank you!

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