Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune: Starting with death row inmates

Mo Yuancai's face was ashen.

The audience looked at each other, puzzled as to what Shen Chen meant.

Shen Chen walked to Hei San's side and placed his hand on Hei San's dantian.

"What are you doing?" Black Three struggled in terror.

Shen Chen ignored him and channeled his true energy into Hei San's body.

A moment later, he grabbed something.

"come out."

Shen Chen suddenly pulled his hand away.

He pulled a pale blue stream of true energy out of Hei San's body.

The true energy twisted and tumbled in the air, exuding an aura of extreme purity.

The audience erupted in chaos.

"What is that?"

"True Qi? How could Hei San have someone else's true Qi within him?"

"Wait, the color of that true energy..."

Some sharp-eyed people recognized it.

"It's Master Mo's true energy! Master Mo cultivates the Green Wood Technique, and his true energy is this color!"

"What? Master Mo infused Hei San with his true energy?"

"That's cheating!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

The most important rule of the martial arts tournament is fairness.

If leaders are allowed to infuse their subordinates with their inner energy, then what's the point of the competition? We might as well just let the leaders take the field.

Qin Pi stood up and sneered, "No wonder Hei San was so fierce today; it turns out someone was pulling strings behind the scenes."

Mo Yuancai's face turned completely dark.

He never expected that Shen Chen would be able to pull out the true energy he had poured in.

Even martial artists at the Meridian Opening Realm might not be able to achieve this.

On the stage, Shen Chen held the cyan true energy and turned to look at the high platform.

"Chief, do you think this counts as cheating?"

On the high platform, a tall, middle-aged man slowly stood up.

Hu Muzhi.

The chieftain of Quanya Mountain Village.

Today he was dressed in a black outfit, had a short beard, and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's.

The entire training ground fell silent instantly.

Hu Muzhi scanned the entire room, finally fixing his gaze on Mo Yuancai.

"Mo Yuancai."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

Do you have anything to say?

Mo Yuancai stood up, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Chief, this..."

"I'm asking you," Hu Muzhi interrupted him, "is that true energy yours?"

Mo Yuancai remained silent for a moment.

He knew that denial was pointless.

"Yes."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Mo Yuancai actually admitted it!

Hu Muzhi nodded: "Since you admit it, that makes things easier."

He turned to the crowd below the stage: "Gentlemen, I believe you are all familiar with the rules of the martial arts tournament."

"Fair competition, no external force may be used."

"Mo Yuancai has violated the rules by infusing Hei San with true energy."

The audience nodded in agreement.

Hu Muzhi continued, "According to the village rules, those who cheat will be disqualified from the competition and fined three months' salary."

He looked at Mo Yuancai: "Are you convinced?"

Mo Yuancai gritted his teeth and said, "I admit defeat."

"Alright." Hu Muzhi waved his hand. "Hei San is disqualified from the competition, and Mo Yuancai is fined three months' salary. This matter ends here."

A murmur arose from the audience.

Some people think the punishment is too lenient, while others think Mo Yuancai has made a huge fool of himself.

Shen Chen stood on the stage, looking at Mo Yuancai.

The other person's face was extremely ugly, and a hint of resentment flashed in their eyes.

However, Shen Chen didn't care.

He turned and walked off the ring.

Qin Pi came up to him and patted him on the shoulder: "Well done."

"Just lucky," Shen Chen said with a smile.

He was filled with excitement. He had now entered the top two in the martial arts tournament, and the seat was within his grasp.

In the afternoon, the final battle was held as scheduled, and the bloodstains on the arena had not yet been wiped clean.

Shen Chen stood there, watching Huang Sancai walk slowly towards him from the opposite side.

The surrounding noise gradually subsided, and everyone held their breath.

This is the last match of the day, and also the one with the least suspense.

Huang Sancai jumped onto the stage, glanced at the bloodstains on the ground, and then looked at Shen Chen: "You were ruthless enough."

"He struck first," Shen Chen replied calmly.

"I know." Huang Sancai nodded. "I've seen Chen Tie's injuries, and I would have done the same."

He cracked his neck, his knuckles popping softly. "But now, we've got to have a fight."

Shen Chen gripped the knife tightly in his hand.

He knew very well that Huang Sancai's strength far surpassed his own. The difference between the Meridian Opening Realm and the True Qi Realm was qualitative.

"Brother Huang," Shen Chen took a deep breath, "I admit defeat."

Huang Sancai was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "You're quite honest."

"The difference in strength is obvious; we'd lose even if we fought," Shen Chen said bluntly.

Huang Sancai remained silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke up: "How about this, I'll only use three moves."

"Um?"

"If you can withstand three of my moves, I'll give you the championship in this competition."

The audience erupted in uproar once again.

Mo Yuancai snorted coldly: "What is Huang Sancai doing? Is he deliberately letting us win?"

Zhao Ying shook her head: "He's giving Shen Chen a chance, but he's also finding himself a rival."

Second-in-command Huang Ahu narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

On the stage, Shen Chen looked at Huang Sancai and asked, "Brother Huang, what do you mean by this?"

"You've improved rapidly these past two days. I want to see how far you can go," Huang Sancai said earnestly. "Besides, you fought brilliantly in that battle just now; you deserve this opportunity."

Shen Chen remained silent for a few seconds.

"Okay, I'll take it."

Huang Sancai smiled and said, "Then let's go."

He got into position and slowly raised his right hand.

Shen Chen immediately entered battle mode, circulating his true energy within his body and raising all his senses to their peak.

[What would you choose to do in the face of Huang Sancai's first move?]

[Good fortune: Move two steps to the left and use the Thousand Cloud Hand technique to block; this will neutralize most of the force. Auspicious.]

[Bad omen: Taking the blow head-on will result in internal injuries from the force of the palm strike; ominous]

Huang Sancai made a move.

His palm strike appeared slow, but it was actually as fast as lightning.

The palm strike whistled, bringing with it a wave of heat.

Shen Chen slipped and moved two steps to the left, using his Thousand Cloud Hands to meet the attack.

boom!

The palm strike landed on Shen Chen's hands, and the immense force traveled through his arms and throughout his body.

Shen Chen was so shocked that he took three steps back, felt a sweet taste in his throat, and almost vomited blood.

"So strong!"

He gritted his teeth and steadied himself.

Exclamations came from the audience.

"Next!"

"Shen Chen actually withstood Huang Sancai's palm strike!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Qin Pi's eyes, which then turned into a smile.

Huang Sancai withdrew his hand and nodded approvingly: "Not bad, you passed the first move."

Without pausing, he clenched his right fist, gathering his inner energy.

"The second move."

The fist was thrown out, and the air itself seemed to explode.

This punch was faster and more powerful than the previous palm strike.

Faced with Huang Sancai's second move, what is your choice?

[Good fortune: Parry with the blade while jumping backward to deflect the force; this will prevent serious injury.]

[Bad omen: If you try to block with the Thousand Cloud Hand technique, your arm will be broken. Ominous]

Shen Chen didn't have time to think, and drew his sword, holding it horizontally in front of him.

boom!

The fist slammed into the knife, producing a deafening roar.

Shen Chen was sent flying by the blow, somersaulting in the air before landing and taking five or six steps back to regain his balance.

His hand split open, and blood flowed down the hilt of the knife.

"call……"

Shen Chen was panting heavily, his arms trembling.

too strong.

This is the strength of the Meridian Opening Realm.

The audience was in an uproar.

"Two moves already!"

"Shen Chen actually withstood two of his attacks!"

"Can he withstand that final move?"

Huang Sancai's smile widened: "Very good, you are even stronger than I imagined."

He took a deep breath and slowly raised his right leg.

Shen Chen's pupils contracted.

He had seen this move before.

That day at Huanghu Ridge, Huang Sancai used this whip kick to cut a tree trunk as thick as a millstone in half.

"The last resort."

Huang Sancai's voice came through.

The next second, his figure moved like a tiger descending a mountain, his right leg whipping out like a whip.

The air was torn apart, producing a sharp whistling sound.

That kick was so fast it was almost invisible.

Countless thoughts flashed through Shen Chen's mind.

Find the weakness and resolve it?

No, there's no way to spot the flaw.

Dodge?

That's too late.

There is only one way—

Go all out!

He gripped the knife with both hands, and his inner energy surged wildly into the blade.

In the lower abdomen, the blazing sun suddenly erupted, and the Extreme Yang Breathing Technique was activated to its fullest extent.

"Open it!"

Shen Chen roared and swung his sword.

A crimson aura rose from the blade.

That aura condensed in the air, transforming into a rain of blood.

Each drop of blood rain was a blade of energy, dense and overwhelming.

"A bloody storm!"

Shen Chen only comprehended this martial arts concept last night; it is also his trump card.

Blood rain and whip kicks collided in mid-air.

Boom!

A huge explosion rang out, and the entire arena trembled.

Smoke and dust billowed up, obscuring everyone's view.

The audience was completely silent, everyone staring wide-eyed, trying to see what was happening on the stage.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

Shen Chen knelt on one knee, the tip of the knife stuck in the ground, supporting his body.

He was covered in blood, it was unclear whether it was his own or from the backlash of the sword energy.

Huang Sancai stood there, with several small wounds on his right leg that were bleeding.

He looked down at the wound, then at Shen Chen.

You hurt me.

Huang Sancai's voice was filled with surprise, and a hint of excitement.

"You're the first person I've ever seen who can injure someone at the Qi Refining Realm."

He walked up to Shen Chen and extended his hand.

Shen Chen looked up at the hand.

"You won this duel."