Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

"Humph!"

Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly.

Using his authentic Taoist internal energy, cultivated over a century, as a guide, he unleashed a roar at Song Qingshu as powerful as a morning bell and evening drum:

"Qingshu! Were you thinking of killing Wuji on the arena just now?"

The sound was not loud; only a few people nearby could hear it.

However, because it contains the purest Taoist energy of Wudang, it should have a magical feeling of tranquility and benevolence.

But somehow!

This voice, which should have been a wake-up call, reached Song Qingshu's ears.

It was like adding fuel to the fire, instantly igniting the negative emotions he had been suppressing!

"what!"

Song Qingshu let out a roar like a wild beast.

He grew increasingly frenzied and his eyes turned bloodshot.

In a situation that no one expected.

He suddenly flung his right hand away, unleashing a strange and powerful evil force, attempting to shake off Zhang Sanfeng's hand that was on his arm!

Not only that, he also put on a crazy stance as if he wanted to use evil skills to directly attack the patriarch Zhang Sanfeng!

"You wretched creature! What are you doing?!"

Seeing this scene from the high platform, Song Yuanqiao was terrified and let out a loud shout.

Has Song Qingshu gone mad? How dare he lay a hand on our patriarch!

Everyone present was stunned by this sudden turn of events, holding their breath and watching Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu with bated breath.

In this tense atmosphere, where swords were about to be drawn.

Lin Xuan, seated in the VIP section, remained calm and composed.

He leisurely picked up the teacup on the table and slowly took a sip of tea.

How dare a mere Song Qingshu try to show off his limited skills in front of an expert?

How could Song Qingshu possibly compete with Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts skills?

Song Qingshu had only raised his hand halfway, trying to forcefully break free from Zhang Sanfeng's control.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't even glance at his strange moves.

He simply raised his foot casually.

He kicked Song Qingshu in the back of the knee.

Song Qingshu felt his right leg go weak and he completely lost his strength.

With a "thump"!

He then uncontrollably knelt heavily on one knee on the ground.

At the same time, Zhang Sanfeng's hand, which was resting on his arm, casually touched an acupoint on his shoulder.

The evil true energy that was surging wildly within Song Qingshu's body was instantly suppressed as if by a mountain.

His body was instantly immobilized, like a stone sculpture, unable to move an inch.

However, although his body was restrained, Song Qingshu's anger had completely spiraled out of control.

He raised his distorted face, staring intently at Zhang Sanfeng, his eyes filled with increasing ferocity and resentment.

Like a madman, he roared at the top of his lungs in front of thousands of people:

"This is not fair!"

"What makes Zhang Wuji so special? Why does he deserve all the attention and affection as soon as he returns?"

Song Qingshu hysterically poured out his grievances accumulated over the years:

"I am the rightful third-generation head disciple of the Wudang Sect! For so many years, I have worked hard from dawn till dusk every day, practicing diligently! I have always been careful and cautious in my efforts to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the head disciple!"

"I have sacrificed so much for Wudang!"

"But why? Grandmaster, why are you so biased!"

"You don't even see me! You only treat that wild brat Zhang Wuji as your grand-disciple! You even went to great lengths to pass on the position of sect leader, which should have belonged to me, to him!"

Song Qingshu's roar echoed across the square, sending a chill down the spines of all the Wudang disciples.

Looking at his disciple's grand-disciple who had fallen into a madness and gone completely insane.

On Zhang Sanfeng's weathered face, there was no anger, only deep disappointment and sorrow.

He sighed deeply and shook his head.

"Qingshu, you're truly blinded by jealousy."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at him, his voice tinged with regret, and slowly said:

"You keep saying I'm biased, that Wuji stole your position as sect leader."

"But do you know what? Just last night."

Zhang Sanfeng paused, his tone turning heavy, "Wuji came to the back mountain to find me. Do you know what happened when we were together?"

Upon hearing this...

A mocking sneer appeared on Song Qingshu's lips.

"What else could it be?"

Song Qingshu gritted his teeth and said, "It must be because you're biased and gave him special treatment the night before the finals!"

"You're afraid he can't beat me today, afraid I'll rightfully become the next sect leader, so you must have been secretly teaching him unparalleled martial arts in the back mountains again!"

Zhang Sanfeng slowly shook his head again.

You're wrong. Terribly wrong.

Zhang Sanfeng's voice rang out clearly in the square, each word striking the hearts of everyone present.

“Wuji came to see me last night, but he didn’t ask me for any martial arts advice.”

“He came to me, kneeling in front of me, and spoke to me with utmost sincerity.”

Zhang Sanfeng's gaze swept across the entire audience, finally settling on Zhang Wuji on the stage.

He said that he knew he was naturally carefree and indifferent, and that his personality was not suitable for the important task of being the leader of Wudang. If he were to take over, he would probably fail to live up to Wudang's century-old foundation.

Upon hearing this, the entire audience erupted in uproar!

Even Song Yuanqiao and the other seven heroes of Wudang showed expressions of disbelief and shock.

Zhang Sanfeng ignored the reactions of the crowd, looked at Song Qingshu, and continued:

"Not only that, Wuji even strongly recommended you to me, Song Qingshu!"

"He said, 'Senior Brother Song, you grew up in Wudang and are familiar with the sect's affairs. Whether it's your martial arts foundation or your character and prestige, you are the best among the third-generation disciples. You are more capable than him of shouldering the heavy responsibility of becoming the leader of Wudang!'"

Song Qingshu's pupils contracted, his face filled with disbelief.

"Wuji also told me..."

Zhang Sanfeng took a deep breath. "The reason he is standing on this stage today to participate in this martial arts competition is simply because he doesn't want to disappoint his mother who raised him with such hardship."

"He just wants to win this game and make his mother happy."

Zhang Sanfeng's voice was like a heavy hammer, striking Song Qingshu's ridiculous pride.

"Wuji told me in the end."

He said, "It doesn't matter whether we win or lose today's game."

“He would voluntarily relinquish his right to be the successor after the competition. He sincerely hopes that you, Song Qingshu, can become the rightful leader of Wudang in the next generation.”

These words were spoken.

Song Qingshu felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Chapter 425: There are rats

The entire venue fell into dead silence!

None of the Wudang disciples present had expected this.

That seemingly elegant senior brother, Song Qingshu, actually harbors such dark and twisted evil thoughts in his heart!

In order to obtain the position of sect leader, he not only practiced evil arts, but also harbored murderous intentions towards his fellow disciples, and even dared to speak disrespectfully to the patriarch!

In contrast.

Zhang Wuji, who suffered hardships outside since childhood and returned to Wudang halfway through his life, was actually so kind-hearted and noble!

Not only did he not covet power, but he also took the initiative to hand over the position of sect leader to his senior brother who was always targeting him!

Such a broad mind is truly awe-inspiring.

"How...how did Senior Brother become like this?"

"You can know a person's face but not their heart..."

After a moment of silence, whispers began to break out among the crowd.

The Wudang disciples' gazes toward Song Qingshu shifted from awe to disdain.

Even Zhou Zhiruo, who was sitting in the audience, couldn't help but frown slightly, and her gaze towards Song Qingshu held a hint of disgust.

I felt the piercing gazes from those around me, like thorns in my back.

Song Qingshu, kneeling on the ground, began to tremble violently.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji, who was standing on the arena, saw Song Qingshu's miserable state of disgrace and ruin.

His magnanimous nature once again took over.

Zhang Wuji sighed, then leaped off the stage and walked a few steps to Zhang Sanfeng.

He clasped his hands together in a fist salute.

He actually pleaded for Song Qingshu, who had just tried to kill him!

"Grandmaster, please calm down!"

Zhang Wuji said sincerely:

"Senior Brother Song... he was just being competitive and spoke recklessly in his haste. Actually, he takes good care of us junior brothers."

"Grandmaster, you are a magnanimous man. Please forgive Senior Brother Song this time, for the sake of Uncle-Master Song!"

Zhang Wuji's words came from the bottom of his heart and were full of genuine emotion.

These kind words, however, made Song Qingshu feel a thousand times worse!

At this moment, the dark emotions in Song Qingshu's heart were magnified infinitely!

"Zhang Wuji...you hypocrite! What are you pretending to be, playing the good guy?!"

He is very clear.

After this battle, the image of the Wudang senior disciple that he had painstakingly maintained for more than ten years was shattered.

In front of everyone from the Wudang Sect.

It's completely ruined!

In everyone's eyes, I am now a jealous, wicked person who practices evil arts!

What he found most unbearable was...

The person who hates Zhang Wuji the most is now acting like a saint, speaking up for him!

What is this? Is it charity? Is it pity?

This only made Zhang Wuji shine even brighter, while he himself looked like a ridiculous, pathetic clown!

He was on the verge of collapse.

The evil true energy within him, which had been suppressed by Zhang Sanfeng, suddenly seemed to be catalyzed by some mysterious force!