Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 62 Exposing strength!

Outside the fence in front of the third arena.

Observer area.

Sun Yong sat upright in a large chair, gently waving a palm-leaf fan in his hand, his eyes gleaming with undisguised brilliance.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds and fell upon him, making his usual dark blue martial arts uniform look even more respectable.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Lin Yue is in the third arena.

Yang Jing is on the seventh stage.

Xu Hong is on the eighth stage.

Three arenas, three disciples of the Sun Family Martial Arts School, all made it to the first place battle.

The thought flashed through Sun Yong's mind, and he couldn't help but straighten his back, making his posture much more upright than before.

In the past, among the many disciples of the Sun Family Martial Arts School, only Xu Hong could make it to the end, and winning first place was already considered a great blessing.

But today is different. All three arenas have their own disciples on them. This grand occasion is unprecedented since the founding of the Sun Family Martial Arts School.

Sun Yong could feel the gazes cast upon him from time to time, from other martial arts school owners, high-ranking officials and dignitaries from Yuhe County, as well as many other martial artists and wealthy merchants from Yuhe County.

It was as if one could hear these people praising themselves, saying things like "Master Sun has a knack for teaching his students" and "A great teacher produces great students."

Thinking about these words, Sun Yong couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. He took a teacup from a disciple next to him and took a sip. He found that the tea, which was usually a bit bitter, had become sweet and mellow.

But beneath this spirited demeanor lay a subtle tension that was not easily detected.

Sun Yong ran his fingertips along the edge of the teacup, his mind perfectly clear.

It's only superficially glamorous now; it's hard to say whether it will last.

For example, it was already a miracle that Yang Jing was able to reach the top spot in the seventh arena. His opponent, Shen Lie, was a tough opponent at the peak of Dark Force. It would be good if he could escape unscathed.

Xu Hong's opponent on the eighth arena was no pushover either, both being at the peak of internal strength. However, Xu Hong ultimately lacked some skill, so his chances of winning first place were slim.

The only one we can truly rely on is Lin Yue.

This child is exceptionally talented, with superior physical attributes. Although he is flamboyant, he also possesses genuine abilities.

One's temperament can be honed over time, but without a strong foundation, it's destined to be difficult to go far in the martial arts world.

Although Yang Jing made breakthroughs one after another, and each time he succeeded on his first attempt, Sun Yong could only guess that Yang Jing might have some talent in other areas, and could not be as certain as Lin Yue was.

Lin Yue's superior physical constitution is indeed there, visible and tangible.

Therefore, even though Yang Jing has now broken through to the Dark Force realm, in Sun Yong's mind, he is still far less important than Lin Yue.

Sun Yong knew very well that whether the Sun Family Martial Arts School could produce a disciple who made it onto the school's ranking list this time, and whether he could bring glory to Yuhe County, depended entirely on Lin Yue.

So he didn't go to watch the fights at the seventh or eighth arena, but instead sat here steadily.

The third arena in front of us is the key to determining whether the martial arts school can truly shine in Yuhe County.

Sun Yong took a deep breath and turned his gaze to Lin Yue on the stage. He saw Lin Yue cracking his neck and looking fiercely at him. Sun Yong clenched his fist in his heart.

the other side.

A middle-aged man dressed in official attire stepped onto the seventh arena and announced loudly: "The fifth round of the seventh arena, first place match: Shen Lie of Poshan Martial Arts School versus Yang Jing of Sun Family Martial Arts School!"

As soon as the middle-aged official finished speaking, Shen Lie stood up first, his muscles slightly tense beneath his black outfit.

He looked up at Yang Jing, his eyes brimming with undisguised fighting spirit, but a confident smile played on his lips.

Yang Jing's true strength had long been seen through. He had only gained some advantage in the early stages by relying on his agility. In terms of hard power, how could a kid who had just entered the Dark Force realm be worthy of comparing himself to him?
Despite these thoughts, his steps did not falter at all. Each step he took on the wooden planks of the arena produced a dull thud, as if he were measuring the distance to victory.

"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit."

His master's words echoed in his ears. He calmed himself and circulated his internal energy to its maximum.

By taking the elixir, he had adjusted his condition to its best, even forcibly suppressing the hidden injuries he sustained during his previous fight with Chen Wu.

Yang Jing followed suit and stood up, his blue robe fluttering gently in the wind.

He watched Shen Lie's retreating figure, his fingertips slowly curling up inside his sleeve.

Shen Lie's Mountain-Breaking Fist was incredibly fierce. His senior brother Xu Hong and fourth senior brother Liu Maolin had both warned him about it, so he naturally dared not underestimate it in the slightest. At this moment, every tendon and bone was taut like a fully drawn bow, and his internal energy flowed through his meridians, carrying a sense of calm and weight.

The two stepped onto the ring and stood on either side. The moment their eyes met, the air seemed to solidify.

"start!"

Before the official's shout had even finished, Shen Lie had already launched his attack.

The starting stance of the Breaking Mountain Fist, "Crushing Stones," sends a gust of wind carrying hidden force straight toward Yang Jing's face.

Before the punch even landed, the ground of the ring was already shaking and dust was falling.

Yang Jing neither dodged nor evaded, and met the attack with his own punch. The "Splitting Earth" stance of the Mountain-Crushing Fist produced a muffled thud the moment the fists collided, like two giant rocks crashing together.

Yang Jing felt an incomparably powerful force surge up his arm, as if a small mountain was pressing down on his shoulder. His blood and qi suddenly stagnated, and he involuntarily took half a step back to steady himself.

He felt a chill run down his spine. This Shen Lie truly lived up to his reputation as a veteran peak-level Dark Force expert from Yuhe! The depth and refinement of his internal energy were even three points stronger than he had anticipated. No wonder even his senior brother Xu Hong, who was also at the peak of Dark Force, admitted that he was inferior to him.

What Yang Jing didn't know was that Shen Lie was also shocked at that moment.

The two just clashed.

The recoil from the punch made his tiger's mouth slightly numb.

He originally thought that this punch would at least make Yang Jing stagger backward, after all, how long had Yang Jing only broken through to the Dark Force realm? How strong could his internal energy be?
Unexpectedly, the other party only took half a step back, and his arm remained as steady as a rock.

What alarmed him even more was that although the internal force transmitted from Yang Jing's fist was slightly raw, it was not weak. That abundant power was nothing like that of a newcomer who had just broken through to the internal force level.
The disdain in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by deep surprise. This kid has been hiding his true intentions well!
When Shen Lie saw Qian Feng not gaining the upper hand in his head-on confrontation with Yang Jing, he was somewhat doubtful, thinking that Qian Feng was all talk and no action. Now it seems that he had misjudged Qian Feng and underestimated Yang Jing.

A fierce glint flashed in Shen Lie's eyes.

Even so, Yang Jing is still no match for him!
So what if they hid it before?
Internal strength, whether in quality or quantity, must be weaker than oneself.

It just means I can hold out a few more moves against you!

On the training ground, the sounds of weapons clashing or fists colliding rang out almost simultaneously from the eight arenas.

Only in the seventh arena, the resounding blows of each hard-hitting exchange were particularly dull, yet they struck the hearts of every spectator like heavy hammer blows.

The force of the punches was like a raging wave crashing against the shore, creating waves of air on the arena.

Shen Lie's Mountain-Breaking Fist became increasingly powerful and heavy. His fists struck the air with a dull thud, each strike carrying the immense pressure of a peak internal force, forcing Yang Jing to dodge and weave.

Yang Jing's pace suddenly quickened, and the subtle power of the Surging Wave Leg technique was quietly activated.

This leg technique was originally known for its speed, and after breaking through to the Ming Jin level, its speed improved even more. His body moved like the wind that skimmed the ground, weaving through the gaps in Shen Lie's fist shadows. When his toes touched the ground, he was as light as a feather, and when he spun around, he was as fast as a streak of light. Every step he took was in the gap between the exhaustion and the exhaustion of the power of the Breaking Mountain Fist, just in time to avoid the sharp edge of the fist.

Shen Lie's fist grazed Yang Jing's clothes several times, making the surrounding air buzz, but he didn't even touch the other's skin.

The more he fought, the more alarmed he became. The speed Yang Jing was displaying at this moment was far faster than when he fought Qian Feng!
He must have mastered that movement-based martial art to the level of Ming Jin (明劲), otherwise it would be impossible for him to be so agile.

Thinking of this, a storm raged in Shen Lie's heart.

It should be noted that he had previously scoffed at Yang Jing's practice of learning a second martial art because it was difficult to master the second martial art to the current level, and it did not significantly enhance one's strength. Instead, it was a waste of time and energy, far better than focusing all one's energy on mastering a single martial art while young.

But things are different now; Yang Jing has actually cultivated his second martial art to the level of Ming Jin.

If it were just plain internal strength, it wouldn't mean much to Shen Lie.

But Yang Jing was already a master of internal strength, and developing an additional layer of external strength would greatly enhance his abilities.

Most importantly, the second martial art that Yang Jing practiced was a movement and speed-based martial art, which complemented his main skill, the Mountain-Crushing Fist.

This martial art emphasizes speed, a speed advantage that is extremely troublesome!

As for attack power, it can be almost ignored, but Yang Jing's main attack is the Mountain-Crushing Fist!

Shen Lie's expression grew increasingly grim, and his heart grew heavier.

Yang Jing was not in a hurry to retaliate, but relied on the speed of his "Surging Wave Kick" to deal with Shen Lie.

His Mountain-Crushing Fist was still fierce, but he no longer directly confronted the Mountain-Breaking Fist. Instead, he would often deliver a punch in the instant he dodged the punch, with a tricky angle but not top-notch power.

The obvious power of the Surging Wave Kick lies more in its speed. The leg technique itself is not enough to threaten someone like Shen Lie, who is at the peak of hidden power. What he needs to do now is to wear down his opponent with speed.

Although Shen Lie's internal energy was profound, it could not withstand such high-intensity exertion.

After dozens of moves, sweat beaded on his forehead, his breathing became increasingly heavy, and the rhythm of his Mountain-Breaking Fist noticeably slowed down.

Yang Jing remained calm and composed, his figure elusive. Occasionally, he would unleash a powerful kick, not to injure his opponent, but to disrupt Shen Lie's punching style, forcing him to defend by pulling back his arm.

"boom!"

Using the momentum of his spin, Yang Jing's right fist grazed Shen Lie's left shoulder.

The punch wasn't particularly powerful, but it still made Shen Lie, whose blood was already churning, stagger half a step.

He steadied himself, his eyes filled with shock and anger as he looked at Yang Jing.

This kid's leg techniques are incredibly fast!
Knowing full well that his opponent's punches and kicks weren't top-tier, yet he couldn't catch or stop them, and could only watch helplessly as his opponent moved with ease through his fists, this feeling of powerlessness was even more frustrating than being defeated in a direct confrontation.

Yang Jing gradually gained a better understanding of the situation.

Shen Lie's raw strength is indeed superior to mine, but the speed advantage of his Shocking Wave Kick is slowly becoming apparent.

If he had simply used the Mountain-Crushing Fist or the Surging Wave Kick, he would have already been defeated by Shen Lie.

However, by combining the two methods, even if Shen Lie is about to catch him, he can use the Mountain-Crushing Fist to block it and then take the opportunity to get away and continue to fight a guerrilla war.

As long as this rhythm is maintained, and the opponent's internal energy is exhausted, the outcome will be clear.

He changed his footwork again, unleashing the "Chasing Waves" style of his Thunderous Kick. His figure advanced layer by layer like waves, seemingly chaotic, yet taking into account all possible attack routes of Shen Lie.

Even if there are some mistakes, the Mountain-Crushing Fist can block them head-on. Although it cannot completely block them due to the low level of cultivation, it is enough.

Outside the fence, in the spectator stands, on a seat in the front row.

Liu Maolin was intently watching the fierce battle on the seventh arena when his pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously leaned forward, almost slipping off his chair.

He clenched his fist tightly, his eyes widened, his knuckles turned white from the force, and he muttered, "This...this speed..."

On the stage, Yang Jing's figure was so fast that it was almost a blur, and the wind generated when his toes touched the ground even stirred up the hair at Shen Lie's temples.

The footwork was agile and swift, and every change of direction was extremely smooth and precise. This was clearly the result of practicing that movement-based martial art to the level of Ming Jin!

Liu Maolin felt a jolt in his heart.

He studied at the same school as Yang Jing and often sparred with him, yet he never realized that his junior brother had secretly practiced another skill and had quietly broken through to the Ming Jin level.

No wonder he was able to defeat Qian Feng, no wonder he dared to face Shen Lie without any fear.

This kid has been hiding his true abilities for a long time!

He stared at the tall figure weaving through the fists on the ring, his eyes filled with shock and a hint of indescribable joy.

Not far away, Qian Feng was being supported by his fellow disciple and stood at the edge of the crowd, his chest wound still throbbing.

When he saw Yang Jing's ridiculously fast movements, his eyes widened, and he subconsciously wanted to move forward, but his injuries caused him to groan.

"How can it be……"

Qian Feng's voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief.

He recalled his fight with Yang Jing. Although Yang Jing was also agile, he was far from being this skilled. His footwork back then was more like a beginner's attempt. How could it be as free and fast as lightning as it is now?
I see……

Qian Feng's heart sank, and a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him.

He finally realized that he hadn't lost unjustly.

When Yang Jing fought him, he didn't use his full strength at all. The so-called "advantage of movement" was just the tip of the iceberg that the opponent deliberately revealed.

If Yang Jing had used this Ming Jin level footwork back then, I probably wouldn't have lasted more than thirty moves.

"This kid... he's been hiding his true abilities all along."

Qian Feng muttered to himself, his face burning as if he had been slapped hard.

The previous frustration and resentment were now completely washed away by this sudden shock, leaving only a renewed understanding of Yang Jing's strength.

This seemingly ordinary young martial artist was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

The surrounding chatter grew louder and louder. In the audience, many dignitaries from Yuhe County were astonished by Yang Jing's sudden and rapid rise in status.

"My God! That's fast! Shen Lie's fist couldn't even touch him!"

"This movement technique must have reached the Ming Jin level, right? As far as I know, because movement-based martial arts have weak attack power and are difficult to stand out among those of the same level, few large clans or martial arts schools teach movement-based martial arts. I didn't expect that Yang Jing would quietly cultivate one as well and even reach the Ming Jin level. There wasn't even a hint of it before?"

"Qian Feng from Lieyang Martial Arts School didn't lose unjustly; the opponent didn't even use his full strength..."

"Just now I heard the disciples of Lieyang Martial Arts School complaining that their senior brother Qian Feng was careless and lost unjustly. But this is not an unjust loss. It's because the other party didn't take him seriously at all and was hiding his true abilities."

As Qian Feng listened to these words, his face turned from white to red, then from red to green, and finally he could only close his eyes in despair.

Liu Maolin stared intently at the ring, his shock gradually turning into anticipation.

Perhaps the outcome of this battle for first place will be more unexpected than anyone anticipated.

(End of this chapter)