Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

The Indian was carried away like a dead dog; the tougher he acted at the beginning, the more pathetic he looked now.

Zhao Min didn't even look up, completely ignoring him.

This man had his limbs severed and his martial arts skills completely ruined. To her, he was like a discarded child, and she showed him no mercy whatsoever.

"Master Zhang's divine skills are unparalleled; his reputation is truly well-deserved."

Her tone was calm and even, revealing no trace of joy or anger.

"My family members are good-for-nothings and their skills are lacking, making them a laughing stock."

Without waiting for a reply from Wudang, she turned her head slightly and called softly to the person beside her, "A-Er."

Ah Er, the bald man with sunken temples, stepped forward in response.

Compared to the loud and boisterous Indian, the second brother was completely silent. In addition, his thin build made him stand out even more from the muscular Indian.

If an outsider who doesn't understand martial arts looked at these two, he would think that ten Ah Ers couldn't beat one Ah San.

To put it bluntly, the more a dog bites, the less it barks.

In the world of martial arts, those who make a strong impression are not necessarily truly powerful, and those who are silent and profound are often unpredictable.

This person exudes a kind of "composure" from the inside out.

The assembled heroes were all seasoned veterans, and they could tell at a glance that this second brother was more troublesome than the third brother.

Then they saw that this person's breathing was extremely shallow and even, and each breath was long and deep.

Furthermore, his sunken temples are clearly a sign that his external martial arts skills have reached their peak and are now turning inward.

Wei Yixiao's pale, ghostly face twitched slightly, and he uttered four words in a low voice: "Top inside and out!"

Zhou Dian also spoke up: "I, Old Zhou, am ashamed to admit that I am no match for this bald man..."

The Ming Cult members were right; this person was top-notch in both internal and external martial arts.

He and Ah San belonged to the Vajra Sect, and he was Ah San's senior brother.

In fact, the martial arts of the Vajra Sect excel in external skills but are weak in internal skills.

This is because their founder, the Fire-Worker Monk, stole his skills from Shaolin.

While fist and weapon techniques can be learned by chance, internal energy cultivation emphasizes the circulation of qi within the body, and has its own unique methods for circulating qi throughout the body.

Even if someone sits there and lets you watch for ten or eight years, you still won't figure it out.

Therefore, the Vajra Sect's external skills are extremely strong, no less than those of the Shaolin School, but its internal skills are far inferior.

But this bald-headed Ah Er is an anomaly in the Vajra Sect. Despite his thin frame, he is born with superhuman strength.

He forged a new path from the outside in, and through sheer willpower, he cultivated a formidable inner strength, achieving a level of internal skill that surpassed even their ancestor, the Fire-Worker Monk.

As the crowd whispered among themselves, the bald man, Ah Er, slightly parted his feet, slowly raised his hands, palms concave, and fingers slightly bent.

After a simple initial test, he said calmly, "Please."

  

Seeing that Zhang Wuji was about to leave the scene, the Ming Cult members tried to stop him, showing their concern.

If other martial arts like the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth could be used, they would not advise against it. But if the leader only used Wudang kung fu, how could he possibly defeat such a master?

Zhou Dian disregarded everything and immediately said:

"Master, I don't think it's necessary to have a contest. Master Zhang has already demonstrated Wudang's ultimate skills. Such miraculous techniques mean that even if they come down the mountain and spread rumors, Wudang's reputation won't be damaged. With Master Zhang here, we can certainly fight them. I, Old Zhou, refuse to believe that they can defeat us!"

"No!" Zhang Wuji vehemently denied. "The bloodshed at Wudang makes me uneasy. You need not worry. I have already grasped the true essence of my grandmaster's fist technique. I am confident that I can deal with this person."

They said there was no room for dissuasion and had already left the stage.

The Ming Cult members could only look at the scene with suspicion.

It's no wonder they don't believe it. Take Zhang Sanfeng's boxing routine just now, for example. Although they found it exciting, they were completely confused. Could the leader really pull it off on the spot?

Song Qingshu observed their expressions and thought to himself: What do you know? Who is Zhang Wuji? He's like someone who defecates in an outhouse, always defying conventions.

Yang Xiao only mastered two levels of the Qiankun Great Shift in ten years, while Zhang Wuji mastered seven levels in a single day. Why are you worried? You're just here singing and dancing.

After leaving the stage, Zhang Wuji didn't bother with any more words, only saying "Please".

He stood upright like a deep pool and a towering mountain, his left foot lightly horizontal to shoulder width, his palms slowly raised to shoulder height, then he lowered his waist and elbows, pressing his palms down in front of his abdomen, his breath gathered and his spirit concentrated, the starting posture already containing the meaning of endless roundness and movement.

Zhang Wuji's mere Tai Chi opening move was enough to impress the Ming Cult members and put their minds at ease.

However, they kept their eyes fixed on the arena. After exchanging glances, Yang Xiao and Yin Tianzheng nodded slightly.

They had reached an agreement that if the leader was no match, he would immediately step down.

Both sides have already taken their stances and are about to clash.

At this exciting moment, something unexpected is bound to happen.

"Wait!"

A clear, cold voice echoed throughout the hall, and the members of the Ming Cult and Wudang Sect glared fiercely at the source of the voice.

Damn it, you're telling me to stop now that I've already taken my pants off?

Ignoring the anger of the crowd, Zhao Min calmly said, "After much thought, I still feel that it's too unfair to only let Leader Zhang use Wudang kung fu."

The members of the Ming Cult and Wudang frowned slightly. Could this girl really be so kind? They wondered what tricks she was up to this time.

Zhao Min's lips curled slightly as she continued, "I've already seen Wudang's martial arts, so there's nothing new to try in another match."

Master Zhang can use his own skills; this round, let's compete in internal strength.

Of course, Master Zhang's martial arts are unparalleled. If he were to use his own skills, my family would naturally be no match for him.

This method of testing internal strength...

She paused slightly, then chuckled and said, "All I need to do is have Leader Zhang stand still and take three blows from my family. If Leader Zhang is still standing after the three blows, then I will consider myself the loser."

How could the Ming Cult possibly agree to such an outrageous competition?

Let alone three blows, even one blow would be enough to kill instantly.

The crowd was immediately agitated.

"You son of a bitch!"

"You son of a bitch!"

"You idiot!!!"

"****!"

……

Song Qingshu felt a constant beeping sound in his ears, like a telegram being sent.

These people have no manners at all, using prohibited words.

Seeing that everyone on the scene was a telegraph operator, Zhao Min simply smiled and spoke casually:

"Why are you all in such a hurry? I didn't force Leader Zhang. Whether to compete or not is entirely up to Leader Zhang."

As he spoke, a man came out carrying a sword.

The Wudang disciples present all narrowed their eyes; how could they not recognize this sword?

This is the sword of Mo Shenggu, one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang!

The intention behind drawing this sword at this moment is all too clear.

Zhao Min took the sword, and with a clang, pulled the blade out an inch. Her tone was unhurried: "I ask Leader Zhang to make the decision."

After saying that, he snapped the sword shut again.

Zhang Wuji naturally recognized the sword; he had seen the swords of the Seven Heroes of Wudang on Bright Peak.

Zhang Wuji's mind raced. He was kind-hearted and could not bear to let his beloved uncles and senior brothers suffer.

He immediately declared loudly, "Fine! I agree! I'll accept three slaps from your family!"