Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 74 Strength improvement
Yang Jing slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

He moved his hands and feet, his bones making a slight "crackling" sound, and his whole body seemed to be full of inexhaustible strength.

His internal energy was more profound and refined than when he was at his peak, and the intent of his Mountain-Crushing Fist seemed to have become more rounded. The insights he had accumulated in previous battles had slowly settled down with the help of the pills, allowing his strength to subtly rise to another level.

"This...this is simply a divine elixir!"

Yang Jing was shocked, and his clenched fists were sweating.

In all his years, he had never seen such a powerful elixir. Not only could it heal injuries and replenish internal energy in a very short time, but it could also clear one's mind and benefit one's understanding of martial arts. This was not just "a little better than the Rejuvenation Pill," it was worlds apart!

Yang Jing's heart stirred.

The panel appeared before my eyes.

The progress of the two martial arts I am currently practicing is becoming apparent—

【Bengshan Quan Dacheng (178/1000)】

【Surging Waves Legs (251/500)】

Looking at the progress of the two martial arts techniques on the panel, Yang Jing couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The pill he just took had indeed greatly improved him, comparable to five or six days of hard training.

"How could there be such a big improvement?"

Yang Jing pondered to himself.

He felt that the moment of enlightenment he had just experienced had been of great help to him.

"Was that the legendary sudden enlightenment?" Yang Jing murmured. "Or was that pill extremely precious, capable of greatly increasing one's talent and comprehension in a short period of time?"

Because of his low bone density, Yang Jing always paid close attention to news or rumors related to bone density.

When he was transporting medicinal herbs to Jintai Prefecture, he overheard someone mention that there were some top-quality natural treasures that could improve a person's physical constitution.

Improving a person's innate qualities has a significant impact on their overall development.

The feeling is like breaking free from some kind of shackles, and the whole person undergoes a transformation from the inside out. For example, the speed at which the mind works will increase, and the speed of cultivation will become simple and easy, progressing by leaps and bounds in a day.

The feeling I just experienced was as if that pill, with its terrifying effects, had temporarily elevated me to a superior level of physical constitution and comprehension.

However, it is only temporary, like a fish leaping out of the water, breathing in fresh air, and gazing at the vastness of the sky and earth, but eventually falling back into the water, unable to truly break free and struggle out.

"If I have the chance in the future, I must find a treasure that can improve my physical constitution!" Yang Jing thought to himself.

After a moment's thought, he shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and turned his attention to the exam in front of him.

He looked down at the empty sandalwood box, put it away, and felt his gratitude toward Liu Maolin grow even stronger.

Yang Jing was on temporary assignment at the Liu Family Medical Clinic. Although he knew that the clinic had many precious medicinal herbs, he had never heard of such a miraculous pill. He figured that his senior brother Liu Maolin probably only had one of these at most, but now he had given it to him.

Yang Jing kept all of this in mind.

Once we get back, we must find out the name of this pill. If we can find out its origin, we must get as many as possible, no matter the cost. With the help of this divine pill, we can avoid many detours on the path of martial arts!

Yang Jing took a deep breath and carefully put the wooden box away.

At this moment, his body was full of energy and his mind was clear. He was confident that he could fight Xu Guangwei who was about to face him!
Yang Jingping calmed himself down and looked up at the main arena.

At this moment, the fierce battle on the arena is in full swing. The wind of fists and the shadows of fingers intertwine to form a blurry light and shadow. Even the air seems to be torn apart by the force of the two, emitting a piercing shriek.

The two combatants were Zhou Tong and Qin Yu, and this was the first match of the first group.

Zhou Tong was shirtless, his bronze skin glistening in the sunlight, every muscle bulging like iron.

He practiced the purest form of hard kung fu, his punches and kicks carrying the power to shatter rocks and split stones. With a powerful iron-mountain lean, he slammed into Qin Yu, causing the specially made wooden planks of the arena to creak as if they were about to break at any moment.

His attacks were devoid of any fancy moves, consisting entirely of head-on, crushing blows. The force of his punches sent dust flying everywhere around the stage, leaving the audience holding their breath.

Qin Yu, however, moved like a nimble eagle, weaving through Zhou Tong's storm of attacks.

His Eagle Claw technique was cunning and ruthless, his fingertips gleaming with a faint white light. Sometimes it struck like an eagle's beak, aiming directly at Zhou Tong's vital points. At other times it tore like an eagle's claws, targeting Zhou Tong's weak points.

Despite its powerful finger strikes, it possessed a strange agility, dodging Zhou Tong's heavy punches at the last second before its fingertips were already upon Zhou Tong.

"Oh!"

Zhou Tong's right fist grazed Qin Yu's shoulder and slammed into the ring, creating a shallow dent.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Qin Yu spun around, and his left hand, the Heavenly Eagle Claw, shot out, the fingertips landing precisely on the numb tendons in Zhou Tong's left arm.

Zhou Tong groaned, feeling his left arm instantly go numb and powerless, and his attack faltered.

In that split second, Qin Yu's right claw transformed into a palm, the edge of which was like a knife, slashing towards Zhou Tong's chest with a sharp gust of wind.

Zhou Tong hastily parried, but was forced back by the force of the palm strike. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Blood splattered onto the arena. Zhou Tong staggered to his feet, his left arm still numb and sore, and a sharp pain shot through his chest.

Looking into Qin Yu's sharp, eagle-like eyes, he knew he had already shown signs of defeat.

Qin Yu's Sky Eagle Claw is not only ruthless, but also adept at finding the opponent's weaknesses. Continuing to fight will only result in more serious injuries. There are still matches to be played, and forcing himself to continue will likely be at a great disadvantage.

"I admit defeat," Zhou Tong said in a deep voice, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked off the stage.

Qin Yu stood in the center of the arena, slightly out of breath, the white light at his fingertips gradually fading away.

He watched Zhou Tong's departing figure, his eyes showing no trace of triumph, only calmness. To force a master of hard skills like Zhou Tong to admit defeat, this match was not an easy victory for him.

Yang Jing looked at Qin Yu on the arena with a solemn expression.

This opponent was stronger than he had imagined.

The combination of ruthlessness and agility in the Sky Eagle Claw technique is indeed troublesome.

Yang Jing stood at the edge of the ring, his gaze following Qin Yu's retreating figure as he walked off the ring, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing his knuckles.

The dust on the arena had not yet completely settled, and the shallow crater left by Zhou Tong's Iron Mountain Lean was still clearly visible, as if silently telling the story of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

He took a deep breath, but his chest felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool, making him feel suffocated.

"Even if our strength improves, so what?"

Yang Jing sighed inwardly. He had witnessed every move and technique of Qin Yu and Zhou Tong's exchange just now.

Zhou Tong's hard skills were unparalleled in their ferocity; every punch and kick carried the force of shattering mountains and splitting rocks, undoubtedly an extremely terrifying power.

Qin Yu's Eagle Claw technique is ruthless and unpredictable, with every move aimed at vital points, clearly the result of years of dedicated practice.

Both of them were top-tier individuals who had cultivated a martial art to the peak of Dark Force, and were even masters among masters of the peak of Dark Force.

Yang Jing looked down at his hands.

His left fist bore calluses from practicing the Mountain-Crushing Fist, and his legs were strong, agile, and powerful.

Although his strength was not weak, after taking that mysterious pill, he had gained more insights and understanding of the Mountain-Crushing Fist and the Surging Wave Kick, and his overall strength had improved.

But after watching Qin Yu and Zhou Tong's fight, he realized that even now, he wouldn't be a match for them.

Although mastering the second martial art greatly improved his strength, it didn't truly allow him to sweep aside everyone else.

Some people are incredibly powerful even without practicing a second martial art.

On the way back from the training ground yesterday, Yang Jing and Liu Maolin talked a lot, including about practicing multiple martial arts.

For a martial artist with a natural talent, mastering a martial art is relatively easy, because with continuous practice, the martial artist begins to move closer to that martial art.

After achieving some success in the first martial art, it becomes much more difficult to learn a second one. It is far more difficult than simply learning one martial art, and the bottleneck alone can torment countless martial artists, causing them to suffer from both physical and mental exhaustion.

Even geniuses with superior innate talent can get stuck at a bottleneck for a period of time, wasting a lot of energy.

Therefore, before the age of thirty or thirty-five, few martial artists will spend too much energy cultivating a second martial art. They may have some exposure to it, but they won't spend too much energy on it, because it is too difficult to break through to the Ming Jin level in a second martial art. If they invest too much energy, it will only delay their main martial art.

This is also the first time Yang Jing has encountered a situation similar to his own since he started participating in the training ground test. Most of them have cultivated a martial art, such as Qin Yu and other masters of internal strength. Most of them have cultivated a martial art to the extreme level, or have studied and explored other martial arts. But there has never been a martial artist like him who has cultivated a second martial art to the level of external strength.

Yang Jing, thanks to his stats, did not encounter the most difficult bottleneck and quickly mastered the second martial art to the Ming Jin level, which greatly improved his strength, but there was also an upper limit.

He might be able to overpower ordinary peak-level Dark Force practitioners, but compared to top-tier practitioners like Qin Yu, Zhou Tong, and even Li Mengchao, he would still be lacking. In a real confrontation, it would be difficult for him to win.

At the same time, the silver-armored captain stepped onto the main arena and announced Qin Yu's victory.

His gaze swept over Yang Jing and Xu Guangwei in the audience, and he announced loudly, "Second round of the second group, Xu Guangwei versus Yang Jing, both of you come up on stage."

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

Yang Jing took a deep breath, feeling a warm current surging in his chest. It was the residual effect of the mysterious pill and the Rejuvenation Pill, which filled him with power and made him feel like he had reached an unprecedented peak.

He patted the wrinkles on his robe, his gaze passing through the crowd, and met Liu Maolin's eyes by the fence.

Liu Maolin nodded vigorously at him, his eyes filled with clear expectation.

As Yang Jing turned around, he caught a glimpse of Xu Guangwei moving on the other side.

He was dressed in a gray-black outfit with tightly fitted cuffs, revealing slender wrists with clearly defined muscles and bones.

His walking posture is very special; his toes touch the ground and his heels barely touch the ground, making no sound, like a cheetah poised to pounce.

The two climbed onto the ring one after the other, the wooden ladder creaking slightly beneath their feet.

The moment Yang Jing stopped, he felt Xu Guangwei's scrutinizing gaze, like an ice-cold knife, sweeping from his fist to his feet, finally settling on his eyes, revealing an undisguised sharpness.

"Yang Jing".

Xu Guangwei spoke first, his voice not loud, but somewhat hoarse, "To have come this far is more impressive than I thought." As he spoke, his fingers curled slightly at his sides, his knuckles turning white, clearly indicating that he had entered a state of combat readiness.

Yang Jing did not respond, but simply nodded slightly, his feet shoulder-width apart, assuming the starting stance of the Mountain-Crushing Fist.

The moment he lowered his waist, he could clearly feel the surge of internal energy within his body, which was even more refined than at his peak. This also made his surging leg technique more agile.

He knew Xu Guangwei's background; he was known for his speed and tricky moves, especially his ability to launch surprise attacks in close combat. Yesterday, when he fought Zhou Tong, he avoided many direct confrontations by using his ghostly movements.

Seeing him take a stance, Xu Guangwei curled his lips into a cold smile, lowered his body slightly, and made claws with his hands, his fingertips trembling slightly.

His posture was relaxed, as if he had no bones, yet he exuded an explosive power that could erupt at any moment, like a bow drawn to its limit, ready to be released.

The murmurs below the stage gradually subsided, and everyone's attention focused on the two.

Liu Maolin clenched his fists, his palms sweating.

Behind the gauze curtain in the distance, the girl Jinlian put down the jade thumb ring in her hand and lingered her gaze on Yang Jing for a while.

Even Qin Yu, who had just stepped off the stage, stood in the corner, watching the stage with great interest. One of them was a rising star who was steady and reliable, and the other was a well-known expert known for his speed. This contest was clearly not going to be uneventful.

Overall, Xu Guangwei still has a better chance of winning; otherwise, the examiners wouldn't have given him a bye among the three in the second group.

The sunlight fell directly on the center of the arena, casting long shadows of the two men, and a tense atmosphere, like the impending storm, filled the air.

The silver-armored captain took two steps back, placed his hand on the bronze gong at his waist, and glanced at the two men facing off.

Yang Jing's breathing gradually became steady, his gaze fixed on Xu Guangwei's shoulders, the key to his changes in movement.

The internal energy within the body is like a surging river, ready to be unleashed with the fierce power of the Mountain-Crushing Fist at the command.

"start!"

Before the silver-armored captain's voice had even finished, the two on the arena had already moved like arrows released from a bow!
Xu Guangwei darted out like a ghost, his toes lightly touching the wooden board of the arena with almost no sound. His right hand formed a claw and went straight for Yang Jing's shoulder, his fingertips carrying a sharp gust of wind.

He didn't take Yang Jing seriously and only wanted a quick victory.

Yang Jing's eyes narrowed, and instead of retreating, he advanced, lowered his waist and assumed a horse stance, suddenly unleashing the Mountain-Shattering Fist's opening move.

The fist, accompanied by the sound of wind being cut, collided fiercely with Xu Guangwei's claw attack.

With a muffled thud, the shockwave spread outwards.

Xu Guangwei felt an unparalleled force coming from his opponent's fist, which made his arm go numb and his body involuntarily take half a step back.

A deep look of astonishment flashed across his eyes.

How is this power possible? When I watched him fight Qin Yu before, he was always being suppressed by Qin Yu. Is his internal strength really this profound? If Qin Yu can suppress Yang Jing, then how terrifying must Qin Yu be?
PS:

Today's training ground test segment is coming to an end.

I think my test writing is pretty good, okay? I admit there are a few minor flaws, but I'll definitely improve next time!

(End of this chapter)