Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 90 Shen Lie's Plans

The martial arts school, in the front courtyard.

Yang Jing and Xu Hong have already exchanged dozens of blows.

Yang Jing did not use the Surging Wave Kick, but only used the Mountain-Crushing Fist to deal with the opponent head-on, each punch landing with a resounding thud.

In fact, with his current strength, if he combined the Mountain-Crushing Fist with the Surging Wave Kick, he could defeat Xu Hong in less than ten moves.

But he did not do so.

Firstly, this sparring session was meant to prove himself, and a head-on confrontation would allow him to clearly perceive every detail of the Mountain-Crushing Fist and hone his fist intent.

Secondly, he used to have to use his body movements in conjunction with his boxing techniques to fight because his opponents were too strong, so he had to rely on skills to make up for the gap.

Now that his strength is enough to surpass or even crush those of the same level, he can take this opportunity to hone his combat power and solidify his foundation against a slightly inferior opponent like Xu Hong.

Xu Hong became increasingly alarmed and impressed as the fight progressed.

He could clearly feel that the internal strength contained in Yang Jing's fist was not only profound, but also had a kind of resilience, as if it were continuous.

He was starting to feel the strain, but his opponent remained calm and composed, his punches unabated.

"Good boy..."

Xu Hong sighed inwardly, but did not loosen his grip at all.

Yang Jing remained focused on the fight, his expression still calm.

Immediately afterwards, the two exchanged dozens of blows, their fists whistling through the air, causing the leaves of the old locust tree in the front yard to fall in a flurry.

The surrounding disciples were already dumbfounded, and many ordinary disciples who had not yet entered the realm of Qi were even more speechless, their faces filled with shock.

Many of them had never tried their luck at the training ground and had never witnessed such an intense duel between masters.

In their view, such punching power could easily kill an adult with one blow, and to say that one could take on a hundred would be an understatement.

Yang Jing, in particular, not only possessed powerful and fierce punches, but was also proficient in ghostly and elusive movements, moving at a speed that was dazzling to behold.

One disciple couldn't help but think to himself, if such a person were placed on the battlefield, wouldn't he be a living killing machine? Even amidst thousands of troops, he could kill his way through and move freely.
On the field, Xu Hong gradually felt his strength waning.

His internal energy was greatly depleted, and what alarmed him even more was that Yang Jing's internal energy seemed inexhaustible and far surpassed his own in strength.

Little did he know that Yang Jing had recently taken a Qi-Nourishing Pill to replenish his Qi and blood so as not to delay his martial arts practice.

Although Yang Jing's internal strength was more profound than his, the gap between them was not too large.

As the fight progressed, Xu Hong felt his arms go numb and tremble, and each impact made his tiger's mouth ache slightly.

He knew that if he continued fighting, he might not be able to hold on any longer. If he injured himself, it would defeat the purpose of the friendly sparring.

After another exchange of blows, Xu Hong used the force of the recoil to retreat sharply, creating a distance of about ten feet. He took a deep breath, cupped his hands towards Yang Jing, and said, "Junior Brother Yang, I have lost."

Yang Jing also stopped punching. Although his breathing was a little rapid, it was far less disordered than Xu Hong's.

He returned the greeting with a cupped hand and said with a gentle smile, "Senior Brother, you flatter me."

Xu Hong waved his hand, his face showing a hint of regret, but more so, composure: "What 'concession'? I was never your match to begin with. If we're talking about conceding, you're the one who's conceding. If you were to use that movement technique again and go all out, I estimate I wouldn't last ten moves."

He was telling the truth. Yang Jing had clearly held back, only using the Mountain-Crushing Fist to deal with him head-on. If he had added his elusive movement technique, it would have been difficult for him to even get close.

"it is good!"

A deep, resonant voice suddenly rang out from the east side of the front yard, interrupting the two people's conversation.

The disciples all looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Sun Yong had somehow appeared behind Sun Ningxiang and Qi Yun, staring intently at the scene.

Sun Ningxiang and Qi Yun were so focused on watching the sparring match that they didn't even realize their master (father) was right behind them, especially since Sun Yong was moving very quietly.

The sudden "okay" startled both of them.

Qi Yun's body trembled violently, then she realized what was happening and quickly bowed, her face still a little pale: "Master."

Sun Ningxiang wrinkled her nose, showing some displeasure at being disturbed, and snorted, "Father."

Sun Yong ignored his daughter's complaints, looked at Yang Jing and Xu Hong, and slowly walked over, his face showing obvious approval.

Sun Yong walked up to the two men and laughed loudly, "Not bad, both are very good. Xu Hong, your Mountain-Crushing Fist is becoming more and more solid, with a firm foundation. Yang Jing, your internal strength is profound, and your fist technique combines hardness and softness. Both are very good."

He praised both of them, then changed the subject and began to comment on their previous exchange: "I watched dozens of your head-on clashes from behind, so let me tell you. Yang Jing, although your internal strength is superior to Xu Hong's, there is still some stagnation in the transitions between your fist techniques, especially in the transition between 'Turning the River' and 'Splitting the Stone,' where there is a momentary interruption in your internal strength. If you were to encounter a true master of internal strength, this would be a fatal flaw."

He then looked at Xu Hong: "Your fist technique is steady enough, but you lack a bit of sharpness. You could have used the momentum to change your moves and launch a counterattack, but you always think about playing it safe. This kind of fighting style might work against opponents of the same level, but against someone like Yang Jing, whose internal strength is even better, you will only be slowly worn down."

Yang Jing and Xu Hong listened intently, holding their breath.

My master's comments were incisive and hit the nail on the head, which was more effective than practicing alone for days.

Sun Yong finally turned his gaze to Xu Hong, his tone tinged with emotion: "You've been with me the longest, and you're the senior brother of the martial arts school. In the next year, put in some extra effort and make one last attempt to break through to the next level, and see if you can open the door to the Transformation Realm."

Upon hearing this, Xu Hong's body trembled.

He is already twenty-nine this year, and will be thirty in another year.

Once a martial artist passes the age of thirty, their vital energy and blood will begin to decline, making it extremely difficult to break through the bottleneck at that time.

His master's words were a reminder that this was his last chance.

He nodded emphatically: "Disciple understands, and will certainly live up to Master's expectations."

After the sparring session ended, the disciples gradually dispersed, but they were still whispering about the exchange they had just had.

Senior Brother Yang Jing's internal strength can actually surpass that of the senior brother who is at the peak of Dark Force. How strong will he be when he reaches the peak of Dark Force?

This news was enough to shake the entire martial arts school for a long time.

Several newly initiated disciples even regarded Yang Jing as their role model, and they practiced their boxing with extra enthusiasm.

At that moment, a disciple glanced unintentionally at the gate and vaguely saw a dark shadow flash behind the old locust tree across the way.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but there was nothing behind the tree except the rustling of leaves in the wind. He couldn't help but mutter, "Could I be seeing things?"

In the alley outside the martial arts school, Shen Lie frowned deeply, his palms sweating.

He had seen the entire fight between Yang Jing and Xu Hong from behind the tree.

He thought that after recovering from his injuries, he could easily deal with Yang Jing by launching a surprise attack, but he did not expect that in just one month, the other party's strength had improved so much.

With powerful internal energy and solid fist techniques, he defeated Xu Hong even before using his full strength.

"This kid..."

Shen Lie gritted his teeth, his hatred intensifying, but he also felt a bit more apprehensive.

It seemed impossible to teach Yang Jing a lesson one-on-one. His eyes darkened as he secretly plotted.

We need to find more helpers, preferably experts at the peak of internal strength.

Once everyone had gathered enough men, they chose a dark and windy night, covered their faces, and attacked Yang Jing when he was alone, severely injuring him!
Who will be able to trace it back to me then?
Moreover, he only severely injured Yang Jing and did not intend to kill him. After all, Yang Jing now held an official position, and killing him would cause too much trouble.

He was somewhat apprehensive, knowing that the imperial court would definitely intervene.

Even if we don't kill him, we should still teach him a lesson he'll never forget!

He couldn't swallow this insult.

Not only should Yang Jing be taught a lesson, but Zhao Yuman of the Zhao Family Escort Agency should also be shown the consequences of offending Shen Lie!
Ideally, this would intimidate that arrogant little wench!
Shen Lie straightened his clothes, suppressed the anger in his heart, pretended to be a passerby, and quickly left the alley with his head down.

As dusk fell, the lanterns in the front yard of the martial arts school lit up one by one.

In the dim light, Yang Jing put down his fist, the beads of sweat on his forehead glistening faintly in the lamplight.

He walked to the wall, picked up his shirt hanging to the side and put it on, then slung the cloth bag over his shoulder and left the martial arts school, watched by several handymen disciples.

He glanced in the direction of the inner city, but did not go there.

He still had the Beast Pavilion token his master had given him tucked away in his pocket, but wasn't in a hurry to claim it.

There are still a few spirit fish left at home, enough to last for a few days.

Although the meat of top-grade exotic beasts is good, it is easy to lose its spiritual energy if left for too long. Moreover, the weather is hot now, and the meat of exotic beasts will also rot if left for too long. It is better to wait until the spirit fish finishes eating before taking it, so as not to waste it.

After leaving Chengpingfang, Yang Jing headed straight for Tongyifang.

He originally intended to detour to Liu's Medical Clinic, but he hadn't seen Liu Maolin for the past two days and was thinking about him.

But then I thought, the Jingtao Leg technique has reached a critical point for a breakthrough, and tonight is the perfect opportunity to break through the bottleneck in one go.

In today's increasingly chaotic world, nothing is more important than improving one's strength; it is the foundation for survival.

So he suppressed the idea of ​​going to the clinic and quickened his pace home, wanting to seize the time to break through the Dark Force level of the Surging Waves Kick, at which point his strength would surely make a great leap forward.

Back in Tongyifang, I could see wisps of white smoke rising from the chimney of my own courtyard from afar, standing out conspicuously in the twilight.

Yang Jing smiled slightly, guessing that his cousin Yang An was cooking.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, they saw Yang An practicing his leg techniques in the yard, the basic moves of the Surging Wave Leg that he had taught the other party a few days ago.

Yang An's movements were still a bit clumsy, but he fought quite well, and every time he lifted his leg or landed his foot, he showed a serious attitude.

Yang Jing knew that Brother An was also determined to improve, practicing martial arts at the martial arts school during the day and at home by himself.

Even while cooking, she made the most of her time to practice her skills.

Yang Jing stood at the door for a moment, feeling a mix of emotions.

My cousin's natural talent was ultimately inferior, about the same as mine, making cultivation quite difficult.

After practicing for two months, I am still quite far from breaking through to the level of Ming Jin, not to mention that there is still that bottleneck.

Without the aid of top-quality rare and precious materials, it would be extremely difficult for my cousin to successfully pass the test.

"Jingdi is back?" Yang An noticed the commotion and quickly stopped, a simple smile on his face. "Hurry up and tidy up, the food will be ready soon. There's still some spirit fish left, I added some nourishing herbs, I want to stew it a little longer."

He knew that Yang Jing's martial arts training depleted his energy and blood, so he would always make sure to prepare extra nourishing ingredients when cooking.

Yang Jing nodded and replied, "Okay."

Then he went back to his room, put down the cloth bag, and didn't rush to take a shower.

I have to practice martial arts in the evening, and taking a shower afterward makes me feel more refreshed and saves me time.

He walked to the basin of water in the corner of the courtyard, washed his hands with cold water, and splashed some water on his face. The cool touch invigorated him, so he sat down on a chair in the main room to catch his breath.

A short while later, Yang An poked his head out of the kitchen: "Jingdi, dinner's ready."

Yang Jing got up in response and went into the kitchen to help serve the dishes.

Soon, a table full of food was set on the square table in the main room.

In the center of the casserole, a spirit fish lies in the milky white soup, its flesh glistening with a lustrous sheen. Amidst the rising steam, a rich and savory aroma fills the air, enough to whet the appetite just by smelling it.

Two side dishes were placed next to it, one of which was stir-fried horse meat, which was reddish-brown in color and had a smoky flavor.

The other dish was stir-fried seasonal vegetables, which looked refreshingly green.

There was also a large bowl of brown rice on the corner of the table, the grains plump and exuding a faint aroma of rice.

The two sat down to eat, and Yang An subconsciously pushed the spirit fish casserole towards Yang Jing, saying, "Eat quickly, the spirit fish replenishes your qi and blood, which is perfect for your training."

Yang Jing scooped up a piece of fish with a spoon and put it into Yang An's bowl, saying, "Brother, you should eat some too, to nourish your body."

Yang An quickly waved his hand and declined with a smile: "I'll pass. I've never liked eating fish since I was a child. The smell of fish makes me shudder."

Yang Jing knew that he wanted to save all the good stuff for himself, so he didn't try to persuade him any further and focused on eating.

The fish meat melted in the mouth, incredibly delicious. Not long after swallowing, a gentle warmth slid down the throat, spreading throughout the body, making one feel much more comfortable.

Yang An held the bowl, eating horse meat and seasonal vegetables, and ate large mouthfuls of brown rice with relish.

After finishing his meal, Yang Jing wiped his mouth and said, "Brother, I'm going to the yard."

He planned to take advantage of his current high energy and blood circulation to quickly practice the Surging Waves Leg technique and break through to the next level in one go.

"Go ahead, go ahead, I'll clean up the dishes."

Yang An quickly gathered up the dishes and chopsticks, carrying them from the main room to the kitchen and stacking them in the basin next to the stove.

After he finished cleaning up, he looked at the little bit of meat and broth left at the bottom of the fish casserole on the stove. His eyes lit up. He picked up the casserole, tilted his head back, and gulped it all down into his mouth. He even picked up a few small fish bones, chewed them up, and swallowed them.

In a short while, he felt a warm current rise from his dantian, spreading along his meridians to his limbs, making his whole body feel warm and his face flushed.

"Wow, this is really nourishing!"

Yang An smacked his lips, a satisfied look on his face, and quickly picked up a rag to wipe the clay pot.

The nourishing effects of this spirit fish are incredibly potent.

He's still far from reaching the Ming Jin level.

Eating a piece of this spirit fish meat will keep you awake all night.

Taking a couple of sips of soup and chewing on a few fish bones feels just right.

(End of this chapter)