Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 48 Teasing the Mischievous Child

"He's a famous wrestler on the grasslands. It's said he can topple a bull with his bare hands. Although Master Yang is skilled, he's getting old. I'm afraid he's in big trouble this time."

As he spoke, the man shook his head, as if he had already foreseen the outcome.

Han Yun listened, but didn't take it to heart.

If I'm not mistaken, Master Yang Baoquan must be an extraordinary person. For extraordinary people, no matter how strong you become, or how powerful you are, you are still just an ordinary person.

Han Yun glanced at him and said calmly, "The way of wrestling is not about brute force, but about skill."

The skinny man was taken aback, then shook his head and laughed, "It's good for young people to be confident, but don't let them embarrass themselves later."

Han Yun ignored him and focused on finishing the dishes on the table. After paying the bill, he stood up and said to Boss Sun, "Your food is quite good. I'll go watch the competition this afternoon."

Mr. Sun smiled and nodded: "Alright! Take care, and I wish you great success!"

Han Yun walked out of Dingxiang Tower. The sun was shining brightly, illuminating the Donkey Colt Bridge and reflecting a bustling scene. He strolled towards the east end of the bridge, where a large crowd had already gathered and were setting up the arena.

It was called a fighting arena, but it was actually a sandy area surrounded by ropes. Several strong men were busy carrying sandbags and dumping them to make the sand even thicker.

Han Yun stood on the periphery of the crowd, observing quietly. Suddenly, a commotion arose behind him, and the crowd automatically parted to make way.

A burly middle-aged man strode over, dressed in a white wrestling uniform. His eyes were sharp and his steps were steady. He was none other than the legendary wrestling king, Yang Baoquan.

Yang Bao was followed by several young men, who appeared to be his disciples.

They walked to the front of the arena. Yang Baoquan looked around, clasped his hands, and said loudly, "Fellow villagers, I have set up this arena today for two reasons: first, to make friends through martial arts, and second, to find a disciple to take on as my last disciple. If any hero is willing to teach me, I would be extremely honored!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cheer erupted from the crowd.

Just then, a loud voice came from afar: "I'll do it!"

Everyone turned to look and saw a burly man nearly two meters tall striding towards them. He was dressed in traditional grassland wrestling attire: a cowhide vest (Zhuodege), white wrestling trousers (Banzel), and a silk apron-style Tserbug.

With bulging arm muscles and a sharp, eagle-like gaze, he is none other than "Iron-Armed Eagle" Batel.

Yang Baoquan smiled slightly, not caring about the other person's size, and clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "Please come up on stage for a chat."

Batel leaped into the ring, his feet sinking deep into the sand.

He said proudly, "No frills, please!"

He patted his chest and gave a thumbs up: "Wrestling, we're the best, you guys aren't."

Yang Baoquan didn't bother arguing with him, but simply beckoned and said with a smile, "Come on!"

The two stood in the center of the ring, their eyes locked, and the atmosphere instantly became tense. The audience below held their breath, afraid to miss a single detail.

Batel struck first, letting out a low roar as he pounced on Yang Baoquan like a tiger. His iron arms were outstretched, as if to grab his opponent.

Yang Baoquan remained calm and composed. He slightly shifted his body, and his right hand, like a nimble snake, reached out and touched Batel's wrist, using his own force against him, thus deflecting Batel's forward momentum.

Batel stumbled and nearly tumbled off the edge of the ring. He quickly regained his balance, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"What a clever trick to steal something while it's there!" a knowledgeable audience member cheered.

Han Yun stood in the crowd and nodded slightly. Yang Baoquan's move seemed simple, but it actually contained the essence of Zhili fast wrestling, using skill to overcome force.

Batel shook his head and approached again.

This time he changed his strategy, his arms clamping down like iron pincers. Yang Baoquan, however, did not meet his attack head-on, his body moving like a fish, dodging and weaving within a small space, avoiding the attack at the last second.

It's like they're toying with each other.

But Battelle grew increasingly impatient, like an angry bull.

After a dozen or so rounds, Yang Baoquan suddenly changed his move. Taking advantage of Batel's arms retracting, he darted in and his right leg swept out like lightning, twisting and tripping – the signature move of Zhili fast wrestling, the "hook leg".

"Snapped!"

Batel lost his balance and his massive body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The audience burst into thunderous applause.

Yang Baoquan clasped his hands in a fist and said, "You flatter me."

But Batel refused to admit defeat, and said in a deep voice, "Again!"

This time, he changed his tactics. Instead of rushing to attack, he took a steady and methodical approach, bulging his arm muscles and standing firmly in place like a rock, slowly probing and trying to overpower Yang Baoquan with his strength.

The two exchanged blows on stage, and the battle was at a stalemate.

But in reality, it was all an act; Master Yang was still just playing along with his opponent.

Moreover, this was all happening in full view of everyone, and Master Yang didn't intend to use any of his extraordinary abilities.

Just then, Batel seized an opening and suddenly grabbed Yang Baoquan around the waist.

Yang Baoquan suddenly shrank back, slipping out of the other man's arms like a loach, while hooking his right leg and gently pushing Batel's back with his left palm.

"boom!"

Battelle fell heavily onto the stage again, and this time he couldn't get up for a long time.

At the same time, Yang Baoquan shook his head. Although the other party was strong and had some talent, he was not suitable to inherit his methods.

He looked around: "Is there anyone else willing to offer their advice?"

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment. Even a master like Battulga had been defeated; who would dare to step up?
Just then, a clear voice rang out: "My name is Han Yun, and I would like to ask Master Yang for a few pointers."

The crowd parted automatically, and Han Yun slowly walked onto the ring. His tall and slender figure contrasted sharply with the burly wrestlers, drawing whispers from the crowd.

"Who is this young man?"

"He doesn't look like someone who's trained in martial arts."

"Could it be that you've been blinded by the excitement just now?"

Yang Baoquan sized up Han Yun, noticing his extraordinary bearing and the shrewd glint in his eyes. A thought struck him: "Young man, wrestling is unpredictable, so be careful."

Han Yun smiled slightly: "Please give me your guidance, Master Yang."

The two got into position, and Yang Baoquan made the first move, aiming straight for Han Yun's collar with a "probing horse" style attack.

Han Yun neither dodged nor avoided, letting Yang Baoquan grab his collar. Just as Yang Baoquan was about to exert force, he suddenly felt his hand slip, and for some reason, the clothes he had been holding were now slipping from his grasp.

Han Yun's body twisted like a swimming fish, easily escaping his predicament.

"Huh?" Yang Baoquan exclaimed in surprise.

Han Yun smiled and said, "Master Yang, it's my turn."

After saying that, he swayed and Han Yun was already close to Yang Baoquan. He gently lifted Yang Baoquan's waist with his right hand and then pulled him.

Yang Baoquan tried to use his falling technique to stabilize himself, but suddenly felt a gentle yet irresistible force coming from him, and he was lifted into the air and flew away.

Yang Baoquan: I was careless, I didn't dodge!

I hunt geese every day, but today I got pecked in the eye by one.

(End of this chapter)