Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 71 Serious Injury
Lin Yue's forehead was covered in a fine sweat, and his arms gradually became sore from the repeated collisions.

The Mountain-Crushing Fist is extremely taxing on internal energy. Now, he has to deal with the opponent's heavy palm strike and tricky angles at the same time. The pressure is like Mount Tai pressing down on him.

But his punches didn't stop; instead, his eyes became even sharper.

The exchange just now allowed him to figure out his opponent's tactics. Although Li Mengchao was strong, he was not invincible.

"call……"

Taking advantage of the moment he retreated, Lin Yue took a deep breath to suppress the soreness and numbness in his arm, and a fighting spirit curled up at the corner of his mouth.

He was originally worried that Li Mengchao would crush him like Qin Yu had crushed Yang Jing, after all, his master had previously emphasized that he should be extra careful when facing this person.

At this moment, it seems that although the opponent is slightly stronger, they are far from being unable to withstand the attack.

"Come again!"

Lin Yue let out a low shout, his inner energy rapidly circulating in his dantian.

The Mountain-Crushing Fist unleashed its full power in the Rock-Splitting Style, the fist sweeping out with the force to shatter mountains and rocks.

This punch no longer pursues speed, but concentrates all internal strength into the fist, aiming to overcome skill with force.

A slight smile flashed in Li Mengchao's eyes, and then he raised his right palm again, the pale golden halo becoming more and more obvious.

The muffled thuds of fists colliding echoed continuously on the stage. Lin Yue's Mountain-Crushing Fist became increasingly fierce, with the wind of his fists like thunder. Every punch was delivered with all his might.

He could feel the force of Li Mengchao's palm strike, which was powerful yet always within a controllable range. It seemed that his opponent always held back some of his strength; although his palm strike was steady, it lacked some of the unstoppable sharpness.

"Looks like he's nothing special after all!"

Lin Yue felt a surge of pride and pushed his inner strength to its limit. His fist, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, aimed straight at Li Mengchao's middle lane.

He had anticipated that his opponent would dodge to the side as before, and his left fist was already secretly gathering power, waiting for the opponent to make a mistake so he could strike with lightning speed.

This time, however, Li Mengchao did not move.

He stood still, slowly raising his fair hand. The pale golden halo in his palm suddenly became intense, as if a small sun was shining in his palm.

His previously calm and collected gaze instantly turned sharp as an eagle's, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "I've had enough fun, it's time to end this."

Before he finished speaking, Li Mengchao's right palm struck out like a cannonball!

This palm strike was completely different from the previous ones. Before the palm strike even arrived, an overwhelming and unstoppable pressure had already come, as if an entire mountain was pressing down on him.

The air was compressed by the palm strike, emitting a piercing shriek. The pale golden palm shadow left a trail of afterimages in the sunlight, moving so fast that Lin Yue had no time to react.

This is the true power of the Vajra Mahamudra!
Lin Yue's pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He then realized that all the previous exchanges were a facade, and that Li Mengchao had been hiding his strength all along, playing cat and mouse with him!
He tried to parry with his fist, but found that because he had punched too hard, the opponent's palm wind had blocked all his escape routes, and his internal energy was momentarily stagnant under this pressure.

"Bam—!"

The palm print landed firmly on Lin Yue's chest.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a dull thud, as if a boulder had hit cotton.

But Lin Yue's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string. His clothes on his chest burst open instantly, revealing a pale golden palm print on his exposed skin, with an eerie bluish-black edge.

He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, the blood droplets splashing onto the arena and blooming into tiny red plum blossoms.

His body slammed heavily against the railings and ropes at the edge of the ring, bounced back, and slammed onto the cold wooden board with a dull thud.

Lin Yue struggled to lift his head, but a metallic taste rose in his throat, and his vision blurred.

The excruciating pain in his chest felt as if it were tearing his internal organs apart, and his internal energy collapsed like a flood breaking through a dam, leaving him without the strength to even move a finger.

His last conscious thought was of Li Mengchao's indifferent gaze, then everything went black and he lost consciousness completely.

The arena was deathly silent.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden change.

What seemed like an evenly matched contest just moments before ended in such a lopsided manner.

Li Mengchao slowly withdrew his palm, and the pale golden halo in his palm gradually dissipated, as if the earth-shattering palm strike had never occurred.

He glanced at Lin Yue, who was lying unconscious on the ground, his eyes remaining indifferent, as if he had merely swatted away an eyesore.

The silver-armored captain strode onto the arena, checked Lin Yue's breathing, and said in a deep voice, "Lin Yue is seriously injured and unconscious. Li Mengchao wins!"

The sound echoed in the silent training ground. After a long while, sparse discussions began to rise. Everyone looked at Li Mengchao with more awe and apprehension. This eldest son of the Li family had been hiding his true abilities far too well.

In the stands, Sun Yong suddenly stood up, his face tense and ugly, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Inside the fence, below the ring.

Yang Jing was sitting cross-legged, circulating his internal energy and regulating his breathing. The medicinal power of the Rejuvenation Pill slowly circulated in his body, gradually filling his parched dantian, and a warm and comfortable feeling permeated his limbs and bones.

He closed his eyes, the noise of the training ground filling his ears, but his mind was still immersed in the details of his fight with Qin Yu, reviewing the flaws in his moves.

Suddenly, an unusual commotion arose, accompanied by exclamations and gasps, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the surrounding tranquility.

Yang Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he almost instinctively opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as an arrow, fixed on the main arena.

That one glance caused his pupils to contract sharply.

On the stage, Lin Yue lay motionless, his gray cloth short jacket shattered from the impact.

On the wooden board beneath him, a pool of glaring blood was slowly spreading, a dark red that was shocking to the eye.

The silver-armored captain carefully checked his breath, his movements carrying a subtle hint of solemnity.

"this--"

Yang Jing could not hide his surprise.

Although Lin Yue is arrogant, he is definitely capable.

Although he hadn't reached the peak of internal strength, he was not far off.

Coupled with his innate talent and combat prowess, he is absolutely top-tier among the younger generation, and even Xu Hong, the senior disciple of the martial arts school, is no match for him.

But now, this prodigy of the martial arts school has been beaten into a coma by someone in such a way that he was almost completely crushed!
Yang Jing had been focused on healing his injuries and hadn't paid much attention to the commotion on the arena. Now, the discussions from the surrounding martial artists and spectators came in like a tide, intermittently reaching his ears, and Yang Jing quickly realized what had just happened.

Li Mengchao clearly possessed the strength to overwhelm Lin Yue, just as Qin Yu was suppressing him in the fight.

However, Li Mengchao deliberately concealed his strength, luring Lin Yue into making mistakes and being careless.

Once the opportunity was seized, he immediately unleashed his full power. Caught off guard, Lin Yue was struck in the chest by a palm, and at this moment, his life or death was truly unknown.

Yang Jing took a deep breath to calm his turbulent emotions, but when his gaze fell on the pool of blood, his throat tightened.

He suddenly realized that this ranking battle was far more brutal than he had imagined.

Those seemingly calm and collected opponents may be hiding deadly fangs behind their backs; a slight misstep could lead to utter ruin.

Yang Jing looked at Lin Yue, who had fainted on the stage, slowly stood up, suppressed the shock in his heart, and stepped onto the stage step by step.

He stopped when he reached Lin Yue's side.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the fence, slanting across Lin Yue's chest, making the large, pale golden handprint particularly glaring. Its edges were bluish-black, and its center was sunken, as if it were truly being branded into his flesh; even the surrounding fabric was charred black.

Yang Jing's Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt a chill creep up from the soles of his feet, his clenched palms sweating.

"What ruthless methods."

He sighed inwardly.

Even though they could easily win, they deliberately concealed their strength, waiting for their opponent to exhaust their energy and reveal a weakness before unleashing their overwhelming power.

This kind of scheming and ruthlessness is more frightening than mere physical strength.

Yang Jing couldn't help but think that if he really ran into Li Mengchao in the next round, his meager skills would probably not be enough to defeat him, and he would have to admit defeat in advance.

Having backbone is good, but if you end up like Lin Yue, it's unnecessary.

Yang Jing was also puzzled.

Generally speaking, the competition in the training ground is not carried out with excessive force unless there is a major conflict.

Li Mengchao also went through five battles yesterday, but I haven't heard of him seriously injuring anyone.

How could Lin Yue...? Did Lin Yue offend him? Or did he offend the Li family?
Yang Jing suppressed his chaotic thoughts, squatted down, and looked at Lin Yue's bloodless face.

His eyes, which usually held a disdainful look, were now tightly closed, but his brows were still furrowed in a knot, as if he were still resentful of his recent defeat while unconscious.

Yang Jing curled his lip, still unable to get a good impression of this person. He always acted like a genius, bossing everyone around and looking down on everyone. Now he's ended up in this situation.

Yang Jing took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and reached out to pick Lin Yue up in his arms.

It was heavier than expected. Lin Yue was tall and muscular, but now that he was unconscious, his body was limp, and his weight was almost entirely on Yang Jing's arm.

He exerted a slight force in his waist, and the hem of his shirt brushed against his arm, leaving a sticky, damp residue—blood.

Yang Jing frowned and quickened his pace as he walked off the stage.

Upon reaching the fence, a group of disciples from the Sun Family Martial Arts School had already gathered outside. Sun Yong, who was at the head of the group, had a livid face and was gripping the railing tightly with both hands.

Seeing Yang Jing carrying Lin Yue out, Xu Hong was the first to jump forward and reach out over the fence to take him: "Junior Brother Yang, leave him to me!"

Yang Jing nodded and handed Lin Yue over.

When Xu Hong held Lin Yue and his hand touched the handprint, he couldn't help but gasp.

Sun Yong, who was standing nearby, quickly walked over as well.

When his fingers touched the pale golden palm print on Lin Yue's chest, the stiff sensation from his fingertips made his heart sink.

He pressed gently with his fingertip, and Lin Yue's body immediately twitched, a weak groan came from his throat, and a trace of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

“Such domineering palm force…” Sun Yong’s voice was icy, and his face was even more unpleasant than when he was in the audience.

He had lived in Yuhe County for over thirty years and had dealt with the Li family's masters. He had long heard of the domineering power of the Vajra Great Hand Seal, but he never expected that Li Mengchao, at such a young age, could have mastered this skill to such a high level.

The palm strike not only injured the skin and flesh, but also carried a chilling internal force that penetrated into the meridians. If it dragged on for too long, not to mention the future of martial arts, it would be hard to say whether one could even save one's life.

"Quickly! Get him to the hospital!"

Sun Yong suddenly looked up and sternly addressed the disciple beside him.

Xu Hong and the others quickly agreed and carefully carried Lin Yue out of the training ground.

Sun Yong followed behind for two steps, then suddenly stopped and turned to look at Yang Jing, who was standing by the fence.

Under the sunlight, Yang Jing's figure appeared somewhat thin, and his face still bore the lingering fatigue from the previous match. Only his eyes were now fixed on him.

Sun Yong sighed inwardly. He knew that Yang Jing had also had a hard time. It was already a stroke of luck that he had managed to escape unscathed from Qin Yu's hands, but at this moment he really had no mind to care about this disciple.

Lin Yue was the most promising genius among all the disciples of the Sun Family Martial Arts School to reach the Transformation Realm. Only he knew how much effort he had put into Lin Yue.

Forget about the training ground test; even if he loses the reputation of the martial arts school today, he will protect Lin Yue first.

"Yang Jing".

Sun Yong walked over, his voice much lower, "Listen, in the upcoming matches, if you encounter an opponent you can't beat, don't force it, admit defeat immediately."

He paused, then added, "Keeping yourself safe is the most important thing, understand?"

The meaning behind his words couldn't be clearer: he had given up all hope for Yang Jing.

Or rather, they had little expectation for the Sun Family Martial Arts School's performance in this year's martial arts tournament.

Lin Yue, who was expected to be on the list of successful candidates in the military examination, is now seriously injured and in a coma, and is destined to have no chance to compete for the list.

As for Yang Jing, his own strength was ultimately insufficient. It was already quite an achievement to have made it this far, and it was almost impossible for him to be ranked on the school field test list.

Yang Jing paused for a moment, then nodded: "This disciple understands."

Sun Yong then looked at Liu Maolin beside him: "You guys stay here and keep an eye on Yang Jing."

After saying that, he didn't linger. He turned around and quickly caught up with the disciples carrying Lin Yue, his figure hurried away.

Liu Maolin looked in the direction Sun Yong had left, then glanced at Yang Jing, opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately swallowed his words.

He knew his master's thoughts. Lin Yue's importance in his master's heart was ultimately greater than that of others, and even greater than that of Yang Jing.

Yang Jing stood there, watching Sun Yong and the others disappear at the entrance of the training ground. He didn't feel disappointed, but rather a little empty.

He looked down at his hands, where there seemed to be traces of blood from Lin Yue's clothes still lingering.

On the arena in the center of the training ground, the voice of the silver-armored captain rang out again. The noise was still as loud as ever, but for the Sun Family Martial Arts School, this year's training ground test seemed to have ended prematurely.

After Sun Yong and Lin Yue left in a hurry, the discussions on the training ground surged like a tide, but were quickly suppressed by the sound of the gong for the competition.

The silver-armored captain announced loudly with a blank expression: "In the fourth match, the warriors who drew the 'D' lot, He Han, the top player of the sixth arena, will face Zhou Zhiqiang, the top player of the eighth arena. Both of them, come to the stage!"

He Han from the sixth arena and Zhou Zhiqiang from the eighth arena stepped forward in response.

He Han's expression was solemn, as if he was still immersed in the tragic scene of Lin Yue being seriously injured by Li Mengchao.

Zhou Zhiqiang, with sharp eyes, strode onto the stage, his aura no less imposing than Li Mengchao's.

After only thirty moves, Zhou Zhiqiang's powerful hook punch sent He Han staggering back several steps, nearly causing him to fall off the stage.

He Han gritted his teeth, trying to steady himself, but Zhou Zhiqiang seized the opportunity and tripped him with a sweeping kick. Then, he launched a heavy punch, and He Han retreated repeatedly, being pressed down by Zhou Zhiqiang. His internal organs trembled from the impact, and he finally had no choice but to admit defeat.

PS:

Here, I'll explain it to you all.

I did go out to eat yesterday, and there were indeed experts there.

But it's not Chen Dong, Tiancan Tudou, or Wo Chi Xihongshi; don't be kept in the dark.

I wasn't very familiar with them, so I didn't invite them.

Once we're more familiar with each other, they'll treat me to a meal at a five-star hotel and serve me Moutai. I'll send a photo to my brothers and sisters then.

(End of this chapter)