Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 76: Ruthless man!

The silver-armored captain stepped onto the arena, his armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and announced loudly, "First group, second match, Li Mengchao wins!"

A murmur rippled through the room; few were surprised by the result.

Li Mengchao's Vajra Great Handprint was too domineering, so Zhou Zhiqiang's defeat was understandable.

The silver-armored captain paused for a moment, then said, "The competition will end this morning. We will rest at noon, and the competition will resume at 3:45 PM for the final ranking battle. During this time, you may rest on your own and return on time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the training ground became lively.

The crowd in the stands dispersed like a tide, and the martial artists inside the enclosure also packed up their belongings, preparing to leave temporarily.

As soon as Yang Jing stepped out of the fence, Liu Maolin and several fellow disciples of the Ming Jin sect quickly came to greet him, their smiles wide: "Junior brother, come on, your senior brother will treat you to a meal!"

Yang Jing smiled and didn't stand on ceremony. Knowing that this young master of the restaurant was not short of money for a meal, he thanked Liu Maolin and then followed him out of the training ground.

The group arrived at a restaurant near the training ground with a sign that read "Juwu Tower" and found a private room to sit down.

Liu Maolin waved his hand and ordered a table full of dishes, mostly stewed tiger meat until tender and thick Xuanlu soup, both of which are hearty dishes made from wild beast meat that can quickly replenish qi and blood and nourish internal strength.

"You must be hungry after fighting all morning. Eat more." Liu Maolin served Yang Jing a bowl of deer soup.

Yang Jing was indeed hungry, so he didn't stand on ceremony and picked up his chopsticks to eat heartily.

The meat of the ferocious beast contained a faint trace of vital energy, which turned into a warm current as it entered his throat, nourishing the physical strength he had expended.

The other disciples surrounded him, chattering about the morning's competition.

"Senior Brother Yang, that punch you used to defeat Xu Guangwei was so cool!"

"I don't think Li Mengchao is anything special. If you were to meet him, you might not necessarily lose!"

Yang Jing's lips twitched slightly, he smiled, but didn't reply. He simply finished the venison soup.

He knows his own abilities, and it's already quite unexpected that he's ranked fifth.

The four people in the first group were all stronger than him.

Yang Jing is satisfied with his current ranking. Whether he can make it onto the list of candidates for the military examination is up to fate.

As for any more, there's nothing he can do about it.

If they really grit their teeth and force themselves to persevere, the final result will probably be even worse than Lin Yue's.

The meal was quite lively, and half an hour later, the group got up to pay the bill and headed back to the training ground.

The training ground was much emptier now, and sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, falling on the bluestone ground and casting dappled shadows.

Yang Jing found a shady corner to sit down and closed his eyes to rest.

Liu Maolin and his fellow students stood guard by his side, occasionally whispering a few words, afraid of disturbing him.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of grass and trees, and the distant chirping of birds brought a sense of tranquility.

There was still some time before the third quarter of the hour of Wei (1-3 PM), so Yang Jing adjusted his breathing, feeling the internal energy slowly recovering within his body, and waited for the gong that would announce the start of the competition.

The sun is gradually setting in the west.

There was only the time it takes for an incense stick to burn left until three quarters past 1:45 PM.

The stands around the arena were full again, and the crowd was even more excited than in the morning.

The afternoon's competition will be the final ranking battle of this year's school field test.

Seeing that it was almost time, Yang Jing said goodbye to Liu Maolin, straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and stepped into the fenced area.

The bluestone ground beneath my feet was warm from the sun, and it felt faintly warm to the touch.

He glanced around and saw that the number of people inside the fence was much smaller than in the morning. Including himself, there were only five people in total: Li Mengchao, Qin Yu, Zhou Tong, Zhou Zhiqiang, and himself.

Lin Yue, needless to say, is still unsure whether he has woken up from his coma.

Xu Guangwei and He Han were also absent, possibly because their injuries had not yet healed, or perhaps because there was no room for improvement; one ranked sixth and the other seventh.

Since there were no more matches to be held, and they didn't want to come back in, the two of them were sitting in a corner of the spectator stands, watching this place from afar.

Zhou Tong leaned against the fence, looking down and moving his right arm. The injury he sustained in his fight with Qin Yu that morning had clearly not fully healed, and his brows furrowed from time to time.

Zhou Zhiqiang stood on the other side, his face still somewhat pale, but his eyes had regained their sharpness as he stared thoughtfully in Li Mengchao's direction.

Li Mengchao remained calm and composed, sitting cross-legged in the shadows at the edge of the arena, his eyes slightly closed, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him. Only the occasional waft of his breath revealed the powerful internal energy within him.

Qin Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze slowly sweeping over the other four people with a scrutinizing look, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing together as if he were pondering his next opponent.

These people are all prominent figures among the younger generation in Yuhe County today.

Each of them is a well-known figure in Yuhe County.

Now, with each round of advancement in the school trials, Yang Jing has begun to gain some fame in Yuhe County.

Yang Jing found a spot near a corner and stood there, his gaze fixed on the high platform next to the main arena.

There, the silver-armored captain was bowing and talking quietly with the chief examiner and several other examiners. The examiners nodded from time to time, tapped their fingers lightly on the roster, and occasionally glanced at the five people inside the enclosure.

Sunlight shone on the glazed tiles of the high platform, reflecting a dazzling light that obscured the expressions on their faces.

About an incense stick later, the silver-armored captain straightened up, bowed to the examiners on the high platform, and then turned and strode towards the main arena.

His armor gleamed with a cold, hard sheen in the sunlight, and each step he took on the wooden planks produced a steady, resounding sound, like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.

The five people inside the enclosure simultaneously focused their attention and turned their gazes toward the main arena.

Zhou Tong straightened up, Zhou Zhiqiang clenched his fists, and even Li Mengchao, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

The silver-armored captain stepped onto the main arena, surveyed the entire arena, cleared his throat, and his voice, carried by his inner strength, resonated throughout every corner of the training ground: "Time has come. The afternoon session of the training ground trial is officially beginning!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous cheers erupted from the audience, so loud that the air itself seemed to tremble slightly.

The wind inside the enclosure carried a hint of heat. Yang Jing glanced at the other four martial artists below the arena, their auras deep and composed, and felt surprisingly calm.

He looked down at his fist, where he could still faintly feel the lingering power of the Mountain-Crushing Fist.

From initially participating in this year's school field test to now firmly holding fifth place, this has far exceeded his expectations.

Fifth place, according to the rules of previous years, there is a high probability that it will make the list.

As for the top four, Li Mengchao, Qin Yu, Zhou Tong, and Zhou Zhiqiang, which one of them is not a master who has been immersed in the peak of internal strength for many years?

Li Mengchao's Vajra Handprint is domineering and unparalleled, Qin Yu's Eagle Claw is sinister and unpredictable, and Zhou Tong's hard skills and Zhou Zhiqiang's heavy punches each have their own merits.

Yang Jing believed that he could hold his own against them with his Mountain-Crushing Fist and Surging Wave Kick, but he was not up to the task of competing for a higher ranking.

"It's enough to have come this far."

He silently said to himself, his eyes gradually becoming clear.

If we have the opportunity to spar in the upcoming matches, we should treat it as a rare opportunity to learn from each other and see where the gap lies between us and these top experts. As for the ranking, it is not so important. We should admit defeat when it is time to do so without any hesitation.

Just then, the silver-armored captain on the main stage spoke again, his voice as steady as a bell: "The first match of the afternoon session, Li Mengchao versus Qin Yu, step onto the stage!" The audience erupted in cheers.

These two are undoubtedly the top performers in this training ground test. One has a domineering palm technique, and the other has a ruthless claw technique. Whoever wins will be the champion of this training ground test.

Li Mengchao slowly stood up, still with that calm and collected demeanor, his hands behind his back, and walked unhurriedly towards the arena.

His figure cast a long shadow in the sunlight, and he seemed to be shrouded in an invisible aura. Wherever he passed, the aura naturally pressed down, making people feel tense.

Qin Yu also moved. He slightly hunched his body, like a hawk gathering its strength, his steps light yet carrying a sharp edge.

As he walked to the edge of the ring, he looked up at Li Mengchao, who was already standing opposite him. A cold smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes were filled with fighting spirit. Being able to fight against an opponent like Li Mengchao was exactly what he had been looking forward to.

The two men stepped onto the ring one after the other, the wooden stairs making a slight creaking sound under their feet.

Li Mengchao stood on the east side, his back to the sunlight, half of his face hidden in shadow. He slowly opened his palm, with a faint golden light flowing through it, clearly indicating that he had raised the aura of the Vajra Great Hand Seal.

Qin Yu stood on the west side, his feet slightly apart, his hands forming claws, his fingertips gleaming with a faint white light. The sharp aura of the Heavenly Eagle Claw was like an invisible blade, directly attacking the opponent.

The air on the ring seemed to freeze instantly.

Li Mengchao's aura was as heavy as a mountain, while Qin Yu's aura was as sharp as a hawk. The two completely different energies collided and intertwined in the center of the arena, as if the surrounding wind stopped for a moment.

The murmurs in the audience subsided quietly, and everyone held their breath as they watched the stage intently.

This is a confrontation between the strongest, and also the most intense competition of this year's school field test.

The sheer presence of this invisible clash of auras was enough to silence everyone, for fear of disturbing this ultimate showdown.

Yang Jing stood inside the fence, his gaze fixed on the arena.

He could vaguely sense the internal energy fluctuations emanating from the two people that far surpassed his own, and a surge of excitement rose in his heart.

His future will be much higher than this level of martial arts!

The silver-armored captain retreated to the edge of the arena, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two men, and said in a deep voice, "Begin!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Li Mengchao launched his attack.

He pushed forward with his right palm, and the golden light of the Vajra Handprint suddenly intensified, like a heavy golden shield pressing down on Qin Yu with the force of collapsing mountains and splitting rocks. Before the palm wind even arrived, the wooden planks on the arena were already being torn apart by the force of the energy.

Qin Yu swooped out like a falcon, narrowly avoiding the edge of the palm strike. At the same time, his left claw shot out like lightning, the sharp wind of the Heavenly Eagle Claw aimed straight for Li Mengchao's wrist.

His speed was astonishing; his figure weaved through the golden palm shadows, his claw techniques cunning and ruthless, specifically targeting the weaknesses in Li Mengchao's power.

"Oh!"

The first clash of the palm and claw sent shockwaves blasting outwards.

Li Mengchao remained motionless, but Qin Yu was forced back half a step by the shock, a tingling pain shooting through his fingertips.

He was secretly alarmed; Li Mengchao's palm strike was even more domineering than rumored.

Li Mengchao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he launched another offensive.

The Vajra Handprint, sometimes like Mount Tai pressing down, sometimes like a giant wave crashing against the shore, the golden palm shadows sealing off Qin Yu's escape routes. Each strike carried immense power, forcing Qin Yu to rely on his agility to dodge, making it difficult for him to mount an effective counterattack.

Although Qin Yu's Sky Eagle Claw was agile and ruthless, it was still unable to break through Li Mengchao's palm strike.

The opponent's internal energy is as deep as the ocean, and his palm technique contains a sticky force that will suppress you once you touch it.

After dozens of moves, Qin Yu gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, with fine sweat beading on his forehead and his breathing becoming rapid.

Those in the audience could see clearly that Li Mengchao's advantage was becoming more and more obvious. The power of the Vajra Hand Seal was layered upon layer, as if a Vajra was really standing on the stage, with every move having the power to shake the heavens and the earth.

"This can't go on!"

Qin Yu felt a surge of anxiety, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

He knew that if he dragged this out any longer, he would surely be defeated. With a sudden shout, his body sank down, and the Eagle Claw attacked Li Mengchao's lower body without any regard for technique!

This claw strike was extremely vicious, its fingertips whistling as they tore through the air, aimed directly at Li Mengchao's inner thigh.

Li Mengchao's pupils shrank sharply, clearly not expecting Qin Yu to use such a despicable move. She hurriedly twisted her body to dodge, but it was too late to completely avoid it.

"Hey!"

The cracking sound of the fabric tearing was extremely piercing.

Qin Yu's claws grazed Li Mengchao's inner thigh, drawing blood. A long tear appeared in the dark-colored outfit, revealing the bleeding flesh inside.

"Wow——!"

A deafening gasp erupted from the spectators on all sides.

Everyone watched with bated breath; that last strike was just a hair's breadth away from a vital spot!
If Qin Yu's claw had been just half an inch off, Li Mengchao's life would have been completely ruined.

Serious injuries can be healed, but if the root is damaged, even the highest level of martial arts cultivation becomes meaningless. Many people subconsciously held their breath, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on their backs.

Yang Jing couldn't help but shudder, and for a moment he looked at Qin Yu with even more fear than he looked at Li Mengchao.

Li Mengchao is highly skilled and cannot completely dodge the attack; if it were me...

Yang Jing felt a chill in his groin just from thinking about it.

He couldn't help but feel fortunate that he was weak.

If he were any stronger, and had forced Qin Yu to use this move during their previous fight, he would have been finished.

"This guy is ruthless," Yang Jing thought to himself.

On the main stage, Li Mengchao stood frozen in place, looking down at the wound on his inner thigh, where a burning pain emanated, fueling a surge of boundless rage within him.

In that instant, he truly felt the threat of death—not physical death, but utter annihilation, a fate far more unbearable than death itself.

"you wanna die!"

Li Mengchao suddenly looked up, his eyes no longer showing any calm or composure, but only a chilling killing intent.

His aura surged instantly, his inner strength erupted like a volcano, and the entire arena seemed to tremble slightly under his angry gaze.

Qin Yu was startled when he saw that he was truly angry.

He had already gone all in, hoping to force the other party to back down, but he did not expect Li Mengchao's reaction to be so intense.

Seeing the murderous intent in his opponent's eyes almost solidify, he knew that continuing the fight would inevitably lead to a fight to the death. He quickly retreated several steps and shouted, "I surrender!"

PS:

Brothers and sisters, I've been waiting for an update and couldn't sleep. It's been two and a half hours since I posted the previous two chapters, and I've finally finished writing this one.

I fell asleep on the keyboard six or seven times during this period, and then continued typing after I came to my senses.

The author needs to go to sleep now. If there are any typos, please help me correct them.

Finally, considering how hard this humble author has worked, please vote for me again, brothers and sisters! Thank you so much!
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