Infinite Fighting

Chapter 34: The Conference is Over, Choose Martial Arts
"I lost!"

Wang Pinghong performed the ceremony and admitted defeat to Zhang Ji.

"Thank you." Zhang Ji also bowed.

He was being extremely polite this time.

If Wang Pinghong knew that what Zhang Ji was thinking about was how to get the "Nine Yin Divine Art" from him, he would probably not look happy.

"Is that all? What happened?"

"My brother lost?"

"One punch again? But why didn't he knock the man out this time? Is Yiquan Zhang so polite? It seems that he also treats people differently. He is still very polite when facing Beidao Sect!"

"Director, please replay the footage just now."

Soon, the scene just now was replayed.

In the picture, Zhang Ji threw a punch at an extremely fast speed. The wind from the punch caused the flag to fly, breaking Wang Pinghong's Yuan Qi, slightly deforming his cheek, and leaving a red mark on his ear from being slapped.

If this punch landed on Wang Pinghong, there would be only one result.

That's just shit.

But the audience still didn't quite understand.

This is the first time in history that I have seen a martial arts competition final end so quickly.

Everyone thought this would be a fierce battle, but who knew it would end so abruptly.

However, Wang Pinghong has already admitted defeat, the host has announced the winner of the game, and everything is settled.

Many in the audience were not very satisfied.

"Give me back! Is this what I came here to see?"

"Is that all? I've already taken off my pants and you tell me that's all?"

"Hey, hey, hey, this isn't the way to play a fake match, right?"

The Wushu Association naturally cannot completely ignore the audience's noise.

Ma Rui walked onto the stage and presented the award to Zhang Ji. While presenting the trophy, he also comforted the audience.

He said to Zhang Ji, "Friend Zhang, you see there are so many people in the audience today, and many of them are your fans. It would be a bit hasty to end it like this. Why don't we have a competition and show our strength to convince the crowd?"

The president of the martial arts association took action, which was definitely worth the price of admission.

As soon as these words came out, most of the audience lowered their voices.

Zhang Ji thought about it and decided to agree. He would sell Ma Rui out, and at the same time he would experience how strong the strongest person in the martial arts world is today, and feel how powerful he is now.

"Okay." Zhang Ji nodded.

So, the finals are over, and a competition is about to begin.

"Wow, I didn't expect to see Taoist Shao Si take action personally. I remember the last time Taoist Shao Si took action was four years ago." The host said immediately.

The masters on the referee's bench were also surprised that Ma Rui planned to teach Zhang Ji personally.

"That young man has barely grown hair, so he must be less than 20 years old. Taoist Shao Si must be interested in his talent!"

"He has a promising future as he can receive guidance from Taoist Shao Si!"

"If I can make a good relationship with such a young master, I would be willing to go too. I'm just worried that I can't beat these young people with vigorous blood, hahaha~!"

Except for the Xianshan Sect, the masters of all other sects were relatively friendly at this time. It was still unknown how far such a young master like Zhang Ji could go in the future, and no one would offend Zhang Ji at this time.

Only the Xianshan Sect looked unhappy.

Li Long alone has already made them nervous, and now there is another Zhang Ji. Is this Wuxingmen like smoke coming out of the tombs of their ancestors?
On the stage, after a brief preparation, Zhang Ji and Ma Rui each performed the etiquette and began the competition.

Ma Rui stood calmly with a smile on his face and a very indifferent demeanor.

However, Zhang Ji did not dare to be careless. As a veteran master, Ma Rui had a great reputation in the martial arts world, and even he knew something about him.

Bei Dao Zong's current status as a leader in the martial arts world is not achieved by politeness; his achievements in battle are all real.

"Boom~!"

Zhang Ji accumulated his strength to the extreme, and his body started instantly like a spring. He threw out a dragon-shaped punch with all his strength, attacking Ma Rui.

This time, he didn't hit the empty space, but went straight to Ma Rui's chest.

Facing this attack, Ma Rui did not dodge, but instead extended his palm to meet Zhang Ji's fist.

Before Zhang Ji's fist touched Ma Rui's palm, he felt a stream of Qi dissipating the power of his fist. Finally, Ma Rui gently grasped it and pushed it forward.

With this push, Zhang Ji's right arm was pushed away without him having any ability to fight back.

Zhang Ji changed his tactics and attacked Ma Rui again, using all the fighting techniques he had learned.

Ma Rui had no intention of dodging and took on every move, easily resolving them.

During the fight between the two, Zhang Ji was very powerful, with explosions happening from time to time, and the ground under his feet was trampled into depressions. However, Ma Rui stood still. With him as the center, the arena within a one-meter radius was intact. Outside of that, all the other areas had been destroyed by the aftermath of Zhang Ji's effort.

“Fullness cannot last long; excessive rigidity will easily break; force will instead be exerted and flow with the flow,” Ma Rui suddenly said to Zhang Ji.

Ma Rui used his Yuan Qi to gather the sound, and it exploded around Zhang Ji, making it very clear.

After listening to this, Zhang Ji seemed to understand something.

This is a technique that utilizes his current external training method.

When you are injured, you should follow the direction of the force and release it instead of just resisting it.

Kratos also said something similar to Zhang Ji, but not so in-depth.

Zhang Ji's moves suddenly became rhythmic. "Buzz!"

"Om~!"

"Om~!"

Zhang Ji's moves were pushed away by Ma Rui one by one, and each time a metallic buzzing sound came from his body. The amplitude of the vibration became louder and louder, like a wave, using the force of his opponent to counter his opponent.

When it reached the fifth level, Zhang Ji swung out with his palm. This time, Ma Rui did not take it head-on. Instead, he gently guided Zhang Ji's palm towards the metal pillar on the ring next to him.

“Dang! Boom!”

The metal pillar bent down directly, and Zhang Ji's palm print was clearly imprinted on it.

"Fuck! Is it solid?" an audience member said.

“Not only is it solid, it’s also made of special steel!”

"No wonder my brother gave up as soon as he saw Zhang Ji throw a punch. Who can take a punch from this monster?"

"Master Ma Rui is truly strong! It seems that Zhang Ji never really hit him from beginning to end. Look at the area under Master Ma Rui's feet, within a one-meter radius, there is no trace of damage at all!"

On the stage, Ma Rui stood up straight and said with a smile: "Friend Zhang's understanding is really extraordinary."

Zhang Ji also retracted his attack and bowed to Ma Rui, saying, "Thank you, Taoist Shaosi, for your guidance."

The Beidao Sect’s heritage is indeed profound.

He hadn't even figured out the skills he had deduced through plug-in synthesis, but others saw through his background right from the start and taught him how to better exert his strength.

The competition between the two ended here and did not continue.

The host also returned to the stage at this time.

"It was a wonderful performance. Thank you again."

After that, it was just a formality. Zhang Ji expressed his thoughts, said some positive words, thanked Wuxingmen for his training and the Wushu Association for providing the stage. Ma Rui also expressed his gratitude to many fellow martial arts practitioners and the audience, and finally there was the closing performance.

This time Zhang Ji gave enough face and even said several words of thanks.

If Bei Dao Zong was willing to show him the "Nine Yin Secrets", he felt that he might have a talent for public speaking and could even speak for half an hour.

After the game, Zhang Ji prepared to return with his reward.

First is the three million bonus.

This is not important, what is important is the rest.

Ten [Qi-boosting pills], one bottle of [Snake Gallbladder Spirit-clearing Liquid], one box of [Lishan Bone-strengthening Paste].
The messy stuff were all secret medicines from various major sects. Any one of them would cost around a million, and they could not be bought even if you had money.

But these things are not the best.

The best thing is that he can choose any martial arts to learn from the various schools participating in this martial arts conference.

The highest level can even be grandmaster-level martial arts.

This is the real purpose of the martial arts conference.

The martial arts community is declining, and in order to promote communication and break down the barriers of prejudice, this way of martial arts communication has emerged.

On the plane, Li Long handed Zhang Ji a tablet, which contained a catalog and introduction to the martial arts he could choose from.

There are also martial arts within the Five Forms Sect, but the only grandmaster-level martial art is the Snake-Shaped Fist.

It can be seen that even if the martial arts of the masters really want to be shared, each school is still reluctant to do so and still retains a lot!
"Don't look at the ones within your sect. I will teach you when we go back. You'd better take a look at the martial arts of other sects." Li Long said.

"Yeah, I know." Zhang Ji nodded.

Then Zhang Ji started to read it.

He just glanced at the martial arts of those small sects and then threw them away.

They all boasted a lot, but after practicing they couldn't even reach the fifth professional level, and many of them were not even as good as the Wuxing Sect's own foundational martial arts.

Then Zhang Ji went to see the martial arts of those major sects.

The grandmaster martial art of the Seven Mountains Alliance is called "Shenxia Palm".

The name is quite grand, and the description is wonderful, saying that with one strike of the palm, there is a divine haze covering the eyes, making it impossible for the enemy to defend against it.

Zhang Ji knew at once that it looked good but was useless.

Fancy stuff.

The Lishan School's martial arts are similar, it is a martial art called "Dian Zhen Bu".

Needless to say, Zhang Ji took a glance at the Xianshan Sect and then looked away.

The conflict between the two factions is so deep that he wouldn't dare to practice it even if it was given to him. Who knows if there are any hidden dangers.

The grandmaster martial arts taught by Nan Dao Zong is a martial arts of the Yuan Qi School, called "Xiantian Qigong".

It's no wonder that Zhang Ji had a deep impression of it. It was said that this was a very health-preserving martial art that could nourish one's innate vital energy and replenish the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit. If one could master it before the age of fifty, one could easily live to over 150 years old.

However, it does not help much in direct combat power, and Zhang Ji does not like health-preserving exercises.

He is always asked to control his emotions, move less, think less, and avoid heavy oil, salt, sugar, etc. It is better to let him practice health-preserving exercises, unless he has no other choice.

After making this choice, Zhang Ji's attention was attracted by the master martial arts offered by Beidao Sect.

"Hmm~! Shit!" In an instant, Zhang Ji's expression changed in shock.

"The Secret of True Qi to Nourish the Spirit"?
Is this true? Can they give us this?

Could it be that it is different from what he remembers?

(End of this chapter)