Gou Zai Wudao Shi Lian Shen

Chapter 87 Meeting at the Summit

No one expected that Shi Hao would be defeated so quickly.

Just as the minor official finished calling out the names, a muffled explosion came from the arena.

boom!

The next instant, Shi Hao was sent flying backward off the stage.

He flew too fast, as if he were smashed head-on by a tiger, his body drawing an arc in mid-air before crashing heavily at Lu Chen's feet.

Lu Chen looked down and his eyes immediately narrowed.

Shi Hao lay on his back on the ground, his eyes wide open and his mouth slightly agape, as if he hadn't yet recovered from that punch. His chest was deeply caved in, countless ribs were broken, and blood kept gushing from his mouth and nose, quickly staining the yellow sand beneath him red.

His vital energy ceased, and he died.

On the viewing platform, Qin Wuhe and Tong Kong suddenly shrank back and stood up abruptly from their chairs.

"Hao'er!"

His voice trembled with disbelief.

He stared intently at Shi Hao below the arena. If it weren't for the strict rules of the martial arts school and the presence of County Lieutenant Zhou Lingfeng at the command platform, he would have already rushed into the training ground.

The onlookers, having recovered from their shock, gasped in astonishment.

"this--"

"Dead?"

"Shi Hao was killed with a single punch?"

"That Li Huchen is too ruthless!"

"That's a genius from the Hidden Dragon Martial Arts School. He was in the top three in strength and courage yesterday, but he couldn't even withstand a single move today."

"A genius has fallen just like that—"

Among the crowd, some people lowered their voices as they spoke.

The way everyone looked at Li Huchen was filled with inexplicable fear and apprehension.

On the ring, Li Huchen slowly withdrew his fist.

He stood there, his shoulders slightly hunched, a disdainful sneer on his lips, as if he had just casually killed a stray dog.

He raised his eyes, his gaze following the direction Shi Hao had thrown, and landed on Lu Chen.

His eyes were fierce and burning.

Like a tiger eyeing its next prey.

"Master Qin."

Zhao Xuanfeng then slowly stood up.

He glanced at Shi Hao's corpse below the arena, his face showing no regret, but rather an barely suppressed sarcasm.

"On the ring, fists and feet have no eyes."

Zhao Xuanfeng cupped his hands in a gesture of apology, but every word he uttered was like a knife stabbing into Qin Wuhe's heart.

"No one expected that your so-called genius from the Hidden Dragon Martial Arts Academy would be so easily defeated."

"Even Tiger Minister couldn't withstand a single move."

At this point, he deliberately sighed, "I hope Master Qin won't blame Hu Chen. Young people, they don't know their own strength when they strike."

The audience area was completely quiet.

None of the martial arts school owners spoke.

Everyone could tell that Zhao Xuanfeng wasn't apologizing, but rather humiliating them.

Qin Wuhe turned his head and glared angrily.

In that instant, his eyes burned with murderous intent.

Shi Hao was a disciple he personally trained, and the most valued genius of this generation at Canglong Martial Arts Academy. Yesterday he amazed everyone in the arena, but today he was killed by Li Huchen with a single punch.

It's like breaking the backbone of the Hidden Dragon Martial Arts School in public.

But Qin Wuhe was helpless. Not to mention that this was the martial arts examination venue, even outside, he might not be able to beat Zhao Xuanfeng.

"Zhao Xuanfeng."

Qin Wuhe's voice was terrifyingly low: "Your Weiyuan Hall, you have some impressive methods."

Zhao Xuanfeng smiled and said, "Master Qin, you flatter me. Martial arts are about raw skill. If you're not as good as others, you can't blame anyone else."

On the other side, the disciples of Canglong Martial Arts School had already rushed to the bottom of the arena.

"Junior Brother Shi!"

Shi Hao's eyes were wide open, his chest was caved in, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth onto his clothes. He was completely lifeless.

Song Tieshan silently squatted down and reached out to close Shi Hao's eyes.

The disciples of the Hidden Dragon Martial Arts School around them had red eyes as they carefully lifted Shi Hao's body.

The once spirited and brilliant young man is now nothing but a cold corpse, being carried away from the training ground.

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

The once bustling training ground was now so dense with willow branches that it was hard to breathe.

Lu Chen watched as Shi Hao's body was carried away from his feet, feeling a mix of emotions.

This boy, who came from the mountains with him, was once incredibly successful.

But now, he was killed with a single punch.

He turned his head and looked at Li Huchen, who was slowly walking off the stage.

The latter's gaze was also fixed on Lu Chen, his eyes seeming to say, "Don't rush, you're next!"

A murderous intent slowly crept into Lu Chen's eyes.

"If I encounter this person, I will show no mercy!"

With Li Huchen's fate sealed, the martial arts examinations continued.

The registrar unfolded the register and called out the names aloud.

"Number B3, Zhang Meng!"

"Number B3, Liu Sheng!"

In the following tests, the candidates were noticeably more cautious.

After exchanging a few blows, some people realized they were outmatched and immediately jumped off the stage to admit defeat.

But no matter who goes on stage or who wins, everyone's eyes will always unconsciously turn to the two people.

Lu Chen.

Li Huchen.

One of the fifty-stone armored warriors, with his mighty Vajra Palm, defeated Fang Henian.

He was born with tiger bones, could break a 50-stone bow, and killed Shi Hao with a single punch.

These two people are like two mountains, looming over the hearts of all the test takers.

After the first round, half of the candidates remained.

Lu Chen's opponent in the second round was Ge Chuan, a young bodyguard from Wangyuan Escort Agency.

With his Blood Transporting Mastery cultivation, he was a wiry and powerful figure, his fists wrapped in black cloth strips, clearly someone who had worked as a镖师 (bodyguard/escort) and seen blood.

When the man went on stage, he first clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lu Chen, his expression solemn.

"Brother Lu, please."

Although he was a year older than Lu Chen, he addressed Lu Chen as "Brother Lu" and dared not look down on him in the slightest.

Lu Chen returned the greeting with a fist and palm salute.

"please."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ge Chuan stomped his foot and charged forward.

A swift punch!

His punches were incredibly fast, delivered in rapid succession, like a sudden downpour hitting a window.

Lu Chen stood still, his expression unchanged. He simply lowered his feet, slightly turned his waist and back, and launched the Azure Dragon Tongbei Fist.

Ge Chuan unleashed a series of punches, the fists flashing and clashing.

Lu Chen only threw one punch.

Yet his punches were like dragons, striking first even when they came later, and intercepting the most crucial point of Ge Chuan's boxing style.

boom!

Their fists collided.

Ge Chuan's expression changed drastically.

He felt as if he had punched a rushing river, and before he could even unleash his punch, it was abruptly cut off by a powerful force.

The next instant, he stumbled back several steps.

A sharp, tingling numbness shot through my right arm, from my fist to my shoulder, as if my entire arm no longer belonged to me.

Ge Chuanchuan forced himself to steady himself, looked down at his trembling right hand, and gave a bitter smile.

With just that one punch, he understood that the gap between the two sides was too great.

Continuing to fight would only bring shame upon ourselves.

Ge Chuan looked up, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Brother Lu's fist power is too strong, I am no match for him."

"I surrender."

Lu Chen withdrew his fist and returned the greeting.

"Thank you for your concession."

On the other side, Li Huchen's second round ended even faster.

The moment he stepped onto the stage, the examinee opposite him turned pale.

The man's performance yesterday was also quite good; he could draw a 32-stone bow, which would be considered above average among the hundreds of candidates. But when he saw Li Huchen walk onto the arena and his fierce eyes fall on him, his palms immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Shi Hao's tragic death is still fresh in my mind.

The sound of that punch smashing into his chest still seemed to echo in my ears.

He didn't think he was as strong as Shi Haoqiang, and he certainly didn't think he could withstand a punch from Li Huchen.

Just as the military officer was about to announce the start, the candidate suddenly clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"I give up!"

After saying that, he jumped off the stage without waiting for anyone to react.

A complex discussion immediately arose from the audience.

Some people think he's a disgrace.

Some people whispered, "It's not shameful. I would have done the same."

"Yes, if you don't pass the martial arts exam, you can try again next year. But if you lose your life, you lose everything."

"Li Huchen is too ruthless; who dares to fight him?"

On the stage, Li Huchen stood still, showing no surprise whatsoever.

He glanced down at the examinee who had jumped off the stage, a hint of disdain on his lips.

"waste."

The examinee blushed upon hearing this, but dared not turn around.

The study of martial arts continues to deepen.

After Fang Henian's defeat to Lu Chen, he was no longer among the top contenders; Shi Hao's death further dampened the morale of the Canglong Martial Arts School. Members of the Qianhe Martial Arts School, Panshi Martial Arts School, and Weiyuan Hall also suffered defeats one after another.

Many candidates who performed well in the physical fitness test yesterday quickly showed their shortcomings in the technical skills test.

Han Qing made it to the third round, but was eventually knocked off the stage by a martial artist from a poor family.

He landed with a face full of resentment, but he could only accept reality.

The further you progress in martial arts, the fewer people remain, and the stronger they become.

Lu Chen fought his way through, but didn't encounter any particularly strong opponents.

With his peak Blood Transformation level strength, plus the Azure Dragon Force, very few people could withstand a single punch from him.

Li Huchen's situation was even simpler; every opponent readily conceded defeat after he took the stage.

Nobody wanted to fight Li Huchen.

As the setting sun cast its rays, the dust on the drill ground turned a dark red.

The first day of the skills and courage competition was finally coming to an end.

The registrar counted the candidates, and there were very few left.

"If they keep playing like this, tomorrow's final will most likely be between Lu Chen and Li Huchen."

"Yeah, one team is sweeping all the way through, while no one dares to fight the other."

"That Li Huchen is like a plague god; whoever draws his name is doomed."

"But if it really comes to the finals, will Lu Chen also concede defeat?"

"It's hard to say. Lu Chen can draw a fifty-stone bow and defeated Fang Henian, so he might not be afraid of him."

"But Li Huchen killed Shi Hao—"

A gust of wind blew across the training ground, stirring up a cloud of fine sand.

The crowd slowly dispersed.

Everyone knows that this year's martial arts exam is Li Huchen and Lu Chen's stage.

The two are destined to meet at the top.

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