Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 69 Gap
"The second match, contestants from the 'B' draw, Qin Yu, the top player of the fourth arena, versus Yang Jing, the top player of the seventh arena, step onto the stage!"

The silver-armored captain's voice had barely faded.

"It turned out to be him."

Yang Jing felt a chill run down his spine, took a deep breath, and strode towards the main arena.

The bluestone ground was scorching hot from the sun. He walked steadily with each step, but his mind was already racing.

Qin Yu had already stepped onto the arena before him, dressed in a black outfit, his figure as upright as a pine tree, standing there with an imposing presence.

He made no extra movements, simply watching Yang Jing approach calmly, but a barely perceptible sharpness lurked in his eyes, like a hawk eyeing its prey.

Yang Jing leaped onto the arena, his gaze meeting Qin Yu's. The two invisible auras converged in mid-air, stirring up subtle ripples.

He bowed with his hands clasped in greeting, his expression solemn, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Qin Yu is a core disciple of Zhenwei Martial Arts School and is also recognized by the school's owner as "the number one disciple of Zhenwei Martial Arts School".

The information given by his master clearly states that Qin Yu specializes in the Heavenly Eagle Claw, a claw technique that is ruthless and unpredictable, with powerful and fierce finger strength. He has defeated three peak Dark Force martial artists in a row and is one of the top contenders for first place in this ranking battle.

On the way here, Sun Yong had specifically warned: "Qin Yu's claw technique is not only fast, but also contains hidden yin energy. Those who are hit by it will easily have their meridians blocked, so be careful."

Information about Qin Yu surfaced in Yang Jing's mind, making him even more serious.

He could vaguely sense that Qin Yu's aura was even more profound than Shen Lie's yesterday, and his internal energy flowed smoothly, clearly indicating that he was a master who had been immersed in martial arts for many years.

This is by no means an easy competition; a slight misstep could lead to defeat, or even a complete loss.

"Please advise."

Qin Yu spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying a sense of pressure.

He slowly raised his hand, his five fingers slightly bent, his knuckles making a soft "clicking" sound, and his fingertips seemed to have a faint bluish luster, which was said to be a sign of mastering the Eagle Claw technique to a high level.

Yang Jing didn't speak, but focused his mind on guard, his feet slightly apart, assuming the starting stance of the Mountain-Crushing Fist.

The medicinal power of the Qi-Nourishing Pill within his body was still being slowly released, and the heat flowed along his meridians, making his senses exceptionally sharp.

He knew that underestimating such an opponent was fatal, and he had to be extremely focused in order to deal with any move the opponent might make.

In the audience, the disciples of Sun's Martial Arts School held their breath.

Xu Hong clenched his fists and whispered, "Junior Brother Yang, you must stay calm! Qin Yu's claws are incredibly vicious!"

Sun Yong sat in the front row, his face calm, but his fingers were tapping lightly on his knees, clearly he was also on edge.

Seeing that the two were ready, the silver-armored captain took two steps back and said in a deep voice, "Begin!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked off the stage, leaving the entire arena to the two martial artists.

The air froze instantly, the sunlight was blinding, and the two on the stage faced each other from a distance, without moving, yet it seemed as if countless invisible sharp edges were clashing.

Yang Jing's gaze was fixed on Qin Yu's hands, not missing even the slightest twitch of the muscles in his fingertips. His heart beat steadily in his chest, each beat accumulating strength.

He knew that the real battle was about to begin.

"drink!"

Qin Yu launched the first attack, his figure shooting out like lightning. His right hand formed a claw, his fingertips taut and slicing through the air with a sharp whooshing sound as he grabbed at Yang Jing's chest.

The claw technique was wide and sweeping, yet it concealed tricky angles. It was a move called "Eagle Soaring Through the Sky" from the Eagle Claw technique. The claw wind was as sharp as a knife, as if it would tear the air apart.

Yang Jing dared not be negligent. He lowered his waist and assumed a horse stance, clenched his right fist, and his internal energy surged. His fist surface seemed to be covered with a faint glow. The fierce internal energy of the Mountain-Crushing Fist gathered at the tip of his fist and blasted out against the claw wind.

"Oh!"

Fists and claws collided violently in mid-air, producing a dull thud. A powerful and sharp force exploded outwards, causing the robes of the two men to flutter wildly.

Yang Jing felt a surge of immense force rushing through his arm, as if he had struck a rapidly spinning iron rock. His hand went numb instantly, and his arm swung uncontrollably backward. He took two steps back to regain his balance, and his chest heaved slightly.

He was startled; Qin Yu's strength was so much greater than his own!
Qin Yu and Shen Lie, who competed with him yesterday, were both at the peak of internal strength, but Yang Jing could clearly feel that Qin Yu's internal strength was more profound than Shen Lie's!
In contrast to Yang Jing, Qin Yu did not retreat an inch.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, followed by a cold laugh: "You've mastered the Mountain-Crushing Fist to some extent, but unfortunately, you're lacking in refinement!"

Before he finished speaking, his left claw came at him in quick succession, aiming straight for Yang Jing's throat. The claw shadows were so numerous that it was impossible to tell what was real and what was fake.

Yang Jing took a deep breath, suppressing the soreness and numbness in his arm, blocked with his left fist, and then unleashed a punch with his right fist.

Bang bang bang!
In just a few breaths, fists and claws collided one after another, each contact unleashing astonishing force.

Yang Jing's Mountain-Crushing Fist was powerful and heavy, with each punch and kick carrying the force to shake mountains. The wind from his punches swept across the arena, stirring up the dust on the ground.

Qin Yu's Sky Eagle Claw was swift and cunning, its claw shadows like a net, sometimes pecking like an eagle's beak, sometimes tearing like an eagle's claws, each move aimed at a vital point.

But it was clear to anyone with eyes that Yang Jing was gradually losing ground.

Qin Yu's internal strength was clearly superior. Every impact of the Heavenly Eagle Claw carried a spiral force, which was not only fierce but also contained twisting power, forcing Yang Jing to block with all his might.

As their fists and claws clashed once more, Yang Jing felt the numbness in his arms intensify. He stumbled and took three steps back, his back almost touching the ropes at the edge of the ring.

Qin Yu pressed closer and closer, his claws becoming increasingly fierce.

Yang Jing gritted his teeth, his inner strength surged, and he unleashed the full power of the Rock-Splitting Style of the Mountain-Crushing Fist, his fist slamming towards Qin Yu's face with a whistling sound.

This punch concentrated all his internal energy; the force of the punch seemed to compress even the air itself.

Qin Yu neither dodged nor evaded, but instead formed a fist with his right claw and met the attack head-on.

"boom!"

This collision was even more intense. Yang Jing was forced back again, leaving a shallow mark on the wooden plank beneath his feet. Qin Yu, on the other hand, only swayed slightly before lunging forward again.

The difference between the two is too great.

Yang Jing knew clearly that it wasn't that the Mountain-Crushing Fist was inferior to the Eagle Claw, but rather that his internal strength had indeed not reached the peak of Dark Force, and was even still a long way from the peak of Dark Force.

The reason he was able to fight against a master at the peak of internal strength was because of the breakthrough in his "Surging Waves Kick," which also improved his internal strength.

Unless he also breaks through to the Dark Force level with his Surging Wave Kick, it will be extremely difficult for him to suppress Qin Yu.

Compared to Qin Yu, who had been immersed in the Eagle Claw technique for over ten years, he was far inferior in terms of both the control and depth of his strength.

If he were to rely solely on the Mountain-Shattering Fist to directly confront Qin Yu, he probably wouldn't last long. However, Yang Jing noticed that Qin Yu was skilled in the Heavenly Eagle Claw and was extremely fast, much more agile than Shen Lie, who specialized in the Mountain-Breaking Fist. Yang Jing realized that his Surging Wave Kick might not be able to shake off Qin Yu.

If Qin Yu catches up with his speed even slightly, he will undoubtedly lose this battle!
Yang Jing's eyes narrowed as he watched Qin Yu pounce on him again. His right hand clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white.

Qin Yu's claw shadow was already upon him, carrying a fierce wind. Yang Jing suddenly turned to the side, narrowly avoiding the claw's edge. At the same time, his right fist grazed Qin Yu's ribs, forcing the opponent to slightly retract his stance.

But this was only a brief respite. Qin Yu immediately changed tactics, unleashing both claws like two black lightning bolts, completely blocking Yang Jing's escape route.

Yang Jing felt the strong winds on both sides like knives. Qin Yu's claws had blocked all escape routes. The claw shadows wove a dense net in front of his eyes, pressing down with a sharp sound that tore through the air.

At the critical moment, he suddenly lowered his waist and shoulders, twisted his legs like a rope, pushed off the wooden board with his toes, and his body suddenly dropped half a head, sliding out at an incredible angle close to the ground. This was the "Waves Turning Flowers" move of the Surging Waves Kick!
"Hey!"

Qin Yu's claws grazed Yang Jing's back, sending sparks flying and tearing a gash in the fabric of his clothes on his shoulder.

Using the momentum from his slide, Yang Jing spun around and stood up, then swept his right leg horizontally, kicking towards Qin Yu's knee with a whistling force.

Qin Yu lightly touched the ground with his foot, his figure rising like a hawk, dodging the sweeping kick, and landing more than ten feet away. He looked at Yang Jing with a hint of amusement: "Finally, you're willing to show off this movement technique!"

As Yang Jing landed, he twisted his body, concentrating the power of the Mountain-Crushing Fist into his right fist, while his left palm protected his chest, his breathing becoming slightly rapid.

He knew that Qin Yu must have done his homework as well. When he defeated Shen Lie yesterday, his "Surging Waves Kick" technique had been exposed, so his opponent had obviously done his homework.

"Accept!"

Without further hesitation, Yang Jing swayed and unleashed his surging tidal leg technique, his entire being like a small boat adrift in a raging storm, seemingly unpredictable but actually concealing its sharp edge.

Sometimes he would slide out about ten feet using his footwork to avoid Qin Yu's tricky claw strikes, and sometimes he would suddenly turn back, the wind from his Mountain-Crushing Fist exploding like thunder, forcing Qin Yu to take the blow head-on.

The sounds of fists and claws colliding echoed repeatedly on the ring.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Each contact caused the air to tremble.

Yang Jing's Mountain-Crushing Fist was known for its fierce power, and now, with the speed of his Surging Wave Kick, he combined strength and softness, and for a time, he was evenly matched with Qin Yu.

A hint of approval flashed in Qin Yu's eyes. The attack of the Sky Eagle Claw became even more fierce. The claw shadows flew, sometimes like an eagle swooping down on its prey, swift and powerful, and sometimes like an eagle pecking at its prey, cunning and ruthless.

His speed was indeed far superior to Shen Lie's yesterday. Every time Yang Jing used the Surging Wave Kick to create distance, he would catch up in a few steps, and the claw wind always locked around Yang Jing's body.

"boom!"

Another hard impact struck, and Yang Jing felt a spiraling force surge up his arm, causing his blood and qi to churn. His right arm went slightly numb, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He knew that this was the result of forcibly activating his internal energy.

Qin Yu's internal energy was not only profound, but also carried a strange twisting force that could always disrupt his internal energy during collisions.

Yang Jing took a deep breath, changed his surging leg footwork again, and moved around to Qin Yu's side and rear like a ghost. He feinted with his left fist, and gathered all his strength in his right fist to strike straight at his opponent's back.

Qin Yu, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, suddenly spinning around and crossing his claws to block.

With a clang, fists and claws collided, and Yang Jing was forced back again, this time taking a full five steps. His chest ached unbearably, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

"Not bad, you've managed to hold out against me this long. Your movement technique hasn't been a waste of time, otherwise you would have lost long ago." Qin Yu pressed forward relentlessly, his claws flashing like shadows. "But that's not enough!"

Yang Jing gritted his teeth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and lunged forward again.

The swiftness of his "Surging Waves Kick" and the ferocity of his "Crushing Mountain Fist" intertwined, making him like a tireless cheetah. Even though he was covered in wounds, his offensive power did not diminish in the slightest.

However, Qin Yu's claw technique was too cunning, always managing to evade his killing moves by the slightest margin, while simultaneously launching a tricky counterattack.

After dozens of moves, Yang Jing's breathing became increasingly heavy, his internal energy was being depleted like a flood, and his arms trembled slightly with each collision, affecting even his punches.

His movements gradually slowed down, and the agility of his "Surging Waves Kick" diminished. Qin Yu's claw shadows, however, became increasingly dense, forcing him to retreat repeatedly, putting him in grave danger.

Another claw strike grazed his shoulder, spraying blood as Yang Jing staggered and crashed into the ropes, the knots digging painfully into his back.

He looked up at Qin Yu, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He had tried his best, but was still being suppressed by the other party. This was the difference in strength, cruel and straightforward.

Yang Jing steadied himself by holding onto the ropes, his chest heaving violently, each breath accompanied by a slight pain.

Looking into Qin Yu's sharp eyes, he could clearly feel the untapped inner strength within the other's body, like a volcano poised to erupt, ready to devour him at any moment.

At that moment, a realization dawned on Yang Jing: that was enough.

From the Mountain-Crushing Fist to the Surging Waves Kick, and then to the combined use of the two martial arts, he used all his hidden skills. His internal energy was depleted like a bottomless water tank, and his arms were so numb that he could barely clench his fists.

But Qin Yu? His breathing remained steady, and the cunning power of his claw technique was undiminished, clearly indicating that he was still leaving room for maneuver.

The gap in strength is too great; if we continue to push through, we will only end up exhausted and battered.

More importantly, there are still matches to come, and he can't afford to exhaust himself here; that would be unwise!

"I surrender."

Yang Jing was surprised when he uttered those three words; his voice was unusually calm.

He loosened his clenched fist, his knuckles white from excessive force, and slowly relaxed, conveying a sense of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

There's nothing shameful about admitting defeat after giving it your all.

He had only recently entered the Dark Force realm, and the fact that he had managed to hold out against Qin Yu until now was already beyond expectations.

The Rejuvenating Pill can replenish qi and blood, while the Qi-Nourishing Pill can cultivate internal strength. If you regulate your breathing properly for half an hour, your condition can generally be maintained at a relatively good level.

Acting rashly out of momentary courage is truly foolish.

Qin Yu was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then withdrew his claws, his eyes flashing with undisguised admiration: "He is quite a clever person."

He glanced at Xu Guangwei, who was still recovering from his injuries, and snorted coldly, "Unlike some hotheads who won't admit defeat until they're beaten so badly they can't get up. Don't they know that a true man can bend and stretch? This kind of temperament is more valuable than kung fu."

Yang Jing didn't reply, but simply bowed and turned to walk off the stage.

Although his steps were a little unsteady, his back was straight.

The wind blew past his sweat-dampened clothes, carrying a slight chill, but it made his mind even clearer.

Admitting defeat is not the end; it's a preparation for a better comeback next time.

Qin Yu nodded, taking a deep look at Yang Jing's back. He had a feeling that this kid was not simple and that they might have to deal with him again in the future.

(End of this chapter)