Physical immortality begins with Bajiquan

Outside the No. 1 arena in the training ground.

The crowd was so dense that it was impossible to breathe. Some people were standing on tiptoe to peek out, some were covering their mouths and gasping for air, and others were clapping and cheering, not wanting to miss out on the excitement.

When the women saw the horrific scene on the stage, they quickly covered the eyes of the children next to them and whispered scolding them for not being able to see.

The dense murmur of discussion almost drowned out the entire training ground.

"What a terrible thing to do! We're all fellow disciples taught by the same master, how could you be so cruel?"

"Have you forgotten? The Huang family originally betrothed Huang Hanyan to Xu Feng, but later changed their engagement to Qin Tianbao. This feud was formed long ago."

"Sigh! Xu Feng is finished. I heard he was quite talented. What a pity, he couldn't even protect his own woman, and now he's lost everything."

"This has stirred up a hornet's nest. With the third young master of the Xu family crippled, will the Xu family, one of the five great families, let this go?"

"What can they do if they don't give up? Qin Tianbao is now the Huang family's prospective son-in-law. Does the Xu family dare to go head-to-head with the Huang family?"

When Qin Heng and Li Yiping pushed through the crowd and rushed to the front of the stage, Mo Guangren and Zhang Mingyuan were already standing on the ring.

Mo Guangren stood with his back to the crowd, his blue robe swaying slightly in the wind. His shoulders, usually as steady as a rock, were now taut, and his right hand, hanging by his side, was clenched into a fist, his knuckles white, and even the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

Hearing footsteps, he slowly turned around. His face, which was usually gentle, was now full of heartache and disappointment. His lips moved, but he didn't say a word. He just nodded slightly to Qin Heng and the other person.

At this moment, the third senior brother, Xu Feng, was lying unconscious on the cold arena. His right arm was bent backward at a twisted angle, and the white bone fragments pierced through his expensive training clothes. It was clear that it had been forcibly broken, and his entire arm was completely useless.

Zhang Mingyuan had already squatted down to the side, tore off a strip of cloth from his own clothes, and tightly bound it to Xu Feng's upper arm to stop the bleeding, trying his best to stabilize his injury and prevent excessive blood loss.

Four servants from the Xu family quickly carried the stretcher onto the stage, their movements swift and gentle, not daring to touch his arm.

Xu Lin, the eldest son of the Xu family, followed closely behind, his face ashen, his eyes fixed on Qin Tianbao, who was standing in the corner of the arena.

"Qin Tianbao, is it?" His voice was as cold as ice, devoid of any emotion. "The Xu family will remember what happened today, and there will be a day of reckoning!"

Huang Yuan, the eldest son of the Huang family, had somehow appeared beside Qin Tianbao. His magnificent brocade robe was spotless, and his tone was calm yet authoritative: "Settle things? Who do you, Xu Lin, want to settle scores with? The rules of the martial arts arena are clearly written: life and death are left to fate. If you're not as skilled, you lose; that's it. Your Xu family shouldn't keep pressing the matter!"

Xu Lin clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles cracking: "Inferior in skill? My brother has already lost, so why did you, Qin Tianbao, as his fellow disciple, resort to such cruelty and cripple Xiao Feng!"

"On the arena, only victory or defeat matters, not the means." Huang Yuan narrowed his eyes and stepped forward to block Qin Tianbao. "If Young Master Xu is not satisfied, he can challenge Tianbao to a duel in the future. But today, please refrain from making trouble. The martial arts exam is still ongoing, so don't disrupt the order of the examination hall."

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

Xu Lin glanced at Huang Yuan, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes. He then turned to look at Xu Feng, who lay on the stretcher, barely breathing. His chest heaved violently a few times before he finally gritted his teeth and uttered:

"Good! Very good! Martial arts is of utmost importance, let's go."

The servants of the Xu family carried the stretcher and hurried off the stage. Xu Lin gave Qin Tianbao one last cold glance before turning and leaving.

Mo Guangren stood silently until the Xu family members disappeared from the training ground, then slowly turned around.

"Tianbao, you have disappointed me greatly."

Before Qin Tianbao could speak, he turned to Zhang Mingyuan and said, "Mingyuan, you stay here and watch your junior brothers and sisters finish the second round."

"Master, rest assured, your disciple will take good care of my junior brothers and sisters!" Zhang Mingyuan bowed deeply, his face solemn.

Mo Guangren then looked at Qin Heng and Li Yiping and waved his hand gently: "Go and do your work, focus on the competition. We can talk about other things after the martial arts competition."

After saying that, he didn't look at Qin Tianbao again, turned around and followed the Xu family. His once tall and dignified figure now exuded an indescribable weariness.

Qin Tianbao stood there, expressionless, but a strange sense of exhilaration welled up inside him.

He not only publicly trampled Xu Feng, the direct descendant of the Xu family, underfoot, but also used this ruthless move to completely sever any remaining ties between Huang Hanyan and Xu Feng, cutting off any possibility of their old relationship rekindling.

After all, how could a noble lady like Huang Hanyan possibly fall in love with a good-for-nothing?

Not long after, the drums sounded for the second round of drawing lots.

Qin Heng, Li Yiping, and Qin Tianbao composed themselves and joined the queue to draw lots.

Qin Heng followed the group forward, stretched out his hand and shook the divination tube three times, then randomly drew a wooden stick; the number was 113.

When he went up on stage, he looked up and found that his opponent was a young man with a youthful appearance and strong Ming Jin skills.

This young man was truly lucky; he drew an opponent who was also of the Ming Jin type in the first round and managed to advance to the second round.

But when he saw that the person standing opposite him was Qin Heng, whom he had witnessed brutally beating Li Chi in ring number seven, he immediately raised his hand as soon as the gong sounded: "I concede!"

The examiner immediately announced the winner, and only a moment had passed since the start of the entire competition. Qin Heng nodded slightly to the examiner, turned around and walked off the sixth arena, finding an open space to rest and wait for the next match.

Not far from the sixth arena, Granny Tian, ​​who had come to cheer on her son, muttered to Aunt Wang beside her with a pout, "Look at him, Auntie, how come Qin Heng is so lucky? He beat a softie, who conceded defeat right away, and won a match for free."

Hearing this, Aunt Wang frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, Tian sisters. They got top marks in the first round yesterday. I found out yesterday that Brother Qin Heng is now a genuine master of internal strength!"

Granny Tian rolled her eyes, her voice sharpening slightly: "What's so special about 'hidden strength'? It's just one level higher than 'manifest strength'! How much difference can one word make? My Hui'er is also at the peak of 'manifest strength'; if he really met him, he might have a chance to win!"

Aunt Wang rolled her eyes, too lazy to argue with her, and wanted to stay far away from her, so she turned and left.

Granny Tian became furious when she saw her leave, and shouted after her with her hands on her hips, "Hey! Go ahead and leave! What's the big deal? Once my Hui'er passes the martial arts exam, you'd better not come begging to me!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than the official loudly announced the names: "Number 250, Number 251, Arena Number Six!"

Upon hearing that it was number 250, Granny Tian's eyes lit up instantly. Excitedly, she rushed to the edge of the arena, grabbed her son's arm, and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Did you hear that! Ah Hui! It's your turn! Number 250! Get up there!"

Tian Hui looked in the direction of the official and saw Qin Tianbao standing with his hands behind his back on the number six arena, looking at the mother and son with a mocking expression.

His face turned deathly pale in an instant, his feet were rooted to the ground, and his whole body began to tremble.

"What are you standing there for! Do you think you can win by just standing there like an idiot?!" Granny Tian slapped him hard on the back, spitting everywhere. "What are you afraid of? He's just a kid about your age! You child, didn't you say you were at the peak of Ming Jin? Your mother was hoping you'd excel in the martial arts exam, pass the martial arts examination, and become an official so we could all enjoy the good life together! Hurry up and go!"

As she spoke, she reached out and pushed, shoving and shoving Tian Hui toward the edge of the ring.

The onlookers chuckled quietly, but none of them spoke up, silently waiting to see what would happen.

Tian Hui was pushed so far that he had nowhere to hide, so he could only grit his teeth and slowly climb onto the ring.

He made up his mind that he would admit defeat as soon as the gong sounded, and then explain it to his mother slowly after he went home.

The old woman in the audience, completely oblivious to her son's panic, still stood with her hands on her hips, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Ah Hui! Show us your true skills! Don't hold back!"

The surrounding onlookers chuckled softly, whispering among themselves, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Just then, the official struck the gong with a clang.

Just as the gong sounded and Tian Hui was about to utter the words of surrender, the figure in front of him suddenly blurred.

Qin Tianbao moved with ghostly speed, not giving him a chance to speak, and grabbed Tian Hui's right wrist.

Tian Hui felt a terrifying force suddenly strike him, scaring him out of his wits. He tried desperately to break free, but Qin Tianbao's hand was like an iron clamp, completely immovable.

The next moment, a crisp, ear-piercing cracking sound of bone breaking suddenly rang out.

"Ah—! I give up!!!"

A piercing scream instantly echoed throughout the entire venue. Tian Hui was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his broken right wrist tightly. The flesh had torn open, and bone fragments were piercing through the flesh, with blood flowing out continuously.

"Ah Hui! My Ah Hui!"

When Granny Tian caught a glimpse of the exposed white bone fragments from below the stage, she trembled with fright, her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.

She was so terrified that she couldn't cry out for a long time. Her body was trembling, her lips were shaking, and she couldn't say a word.

"Number 251, Qin Tianbao wins!" the examiner announced loudly, glancing at Tian Hui with pity and shaking his head inwardly with a sigh.

Even the most gifted child will be dragged down and have their future ruined by having a mother like that.