Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 61 The Final Battle for First Place
Sun Yong was staring blankly in the direction of the seventh arena when he heard this. He turned around and saw that her eyes were red. He waved his hand and said, "It's nothing."

Qi Yun was stunned for a moment, her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and tears almost fell down her face. She quickly nodded: "Yes, Master."

She quietly stood aside, still feeling frustrated about her defeat, when she heard the excited chatter of her disciples.

"Senior Brother Yang Jing is too amazing! He actually beat Qian Feng!"

"Yeah, yeah, we're in the fifth round now, and we're competing for first place!"

"Who would have thought that someone who usually practices boxing quietly in the martial arts gym and is almost never talkative would be so good at fighting on the ring!"

Qi Yun felt as if she had been pricked by a needle. She suddenly raised her head and looked at the disciple who had spoken in disbelief: "You mean... Yang Jing?"

The seventh arena.

The second match of the fourth round has begun.

The wind howled as the fist struck, its power spreading outwards.

Shen Lie and Chen Wu's figures clashed rapidly on the stage, each collision carrying a tremendous force that shook the heart.

Shen Lie's Mountain-Breaking Fist is wide and powerful, with a force as heavy and fierce as raging waves crashing against the shore. Each punch is accompanied by a sharp sound that shatters the air, with hidden strength concentrated in the fist, making it imposing.

He pressed forward relentlessly, constantly compressing the space of the arena, forcing Chen Wu to move only within a small area.

Chen Wu's Tongbei Quan is characterized by its fierce and powerful style. His arms are like whips, and the opening and closing movements are accompanied by a force as strong as tearing silk. His moves are incredibly brave and unparalleled.

Knowing Shen Lie's Mountain-Breaking Fist was domineering, he simply abandoned defense and attacked back, unleashing a series of Tongbei Fist-style attacks, his arm shadows overlapping, aiming straight for Shen Lie's vital points such as his heart and throat.

"boom!"

The two men's fists collided, producing a deafening thud.

Shen Lie swayed slightly and took half a step back. His left sleeve was torn by Chen Wu's punch, revealing a deep, almost bone-revealing bloodstain on his exposed arm, which instantly stained his clothes red.

Chen Wu was also not in good shape. The fierce and hidden force of the Mountain-Breaking Fist caused his blood and qi to surge. He staggered back three steps, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still fierce as he pressed forward again.

"Shen Lie is fierce, but Chen Wu is also incredibly fierce. Facing Shen Lie, he still uses the same fighting style as before, going head-to-head and being as ruthless as ever!"

Yang Jing, watching intently from below the stage, muttered to himself as his fingertips unconsciously traced the movements of the two fighters on his palm.

He could tell that Chen Wu's Tongbei Quan had reached an extremely high level, and his attacks were ruthless and deadly, making him no easy opponent.

Shen Lie's Mountain-Breaking Fist is even more consummate. He uses hidden strength with ease, seemingly fierce but actually containing clever techniques to deflect and borrow force, always gaining a slight advantage in head-on collisions.

The fierce battle lasted for dozens of moves. Blood kept seeping from the wound on Shen Lie's left arm, but his movements did not slow down at all. On the contrary, the momentum of his Mountain-Breaking Fist became stronger and stronger.

Although Chen Wu was fierce and brave, he gradually could not withstand Shen Lie's relentless attacks. His injuries increased and his footwork became unsteady.

Finally, Shen Lie seized the moment when Chen Wu's old strength was exhausted, let out a low shout, and unleashed the full power of the Mountain-Breaking Fist's Rock-Crushing Style.

This punch concentrated all his hidden strength; even before the fist arrived, the force of the wind made Chen Wu's clothes flutter loudly.

Chen Wu hastily blocked the punch with his arm, but the force of the punch made his arms go numb and his internal energy dissipate. He was sent flying backward as if hit by a heavy hammer, crashing heavily onto the stage and unable to get up again.

Shen Lie stood on the stage, his chest heaving violently, his left arm wound still bleeding, and his face somewhat pale, but his eyes remained as sharp as an eagle's.

He looked at Chen Wu lying on the ground, slowly withdrew his fist. Although he had won this battle, he had paid a considerable price.

A low gasp of surprise rippled through the audience, and Yang Jing took a deep breath.

To be fair, Shen Lie and Chen Wu are both stronger than Qian Feng, and the battle just now was quite fierce.

However, Qian Feng was no weakling either. He had mastered the entangling force of the Splitting Wind Palm to an extremely high level. If it weren't for the fact that his own movement speed was countered by it, he wouldn't have been defeated so easily.

Just then, a suppressed gasp reached my ears.

Yang Jing subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw a woman in a light green dress standing in the crowd outside the fence. It turned out to be Zhao Yuman, the young lady of Zhao's Escort Agency.

She gripped the handkerchief tightly in both hands, her face slightly pale, her eyes filled with tension and worry. Her gaze was fixed on Shen Lie on the stage, and her brows furrowed even more when she saw the wound on his left arm.

Yang Jing's heart stirred.

He recalled Shen Lie's clearly hostile gaze earlier, and looking at Zhao Yuman's worried expression, he vaguely understood what was going on.

Could Shen Lie's hostility towards him be related to Zhao Yuman?
The thought flashed through Yang Jing's mind, and he frowned slightly, looking at Shen Lie again.

As Shen Lie stepped off the stage, his gaze swept over the crowd and met Zhao Yuman's. He smiled slightly, shook his head indifferently, and then resumed his usual arrogance.

Yang Jing withdrew his gaze, his suspicions seemingly confirmed once again.

He let out a soft breath. Regardless of the reasons, the upcoming battle for first place with Shen Lie was unlikely to be easy.

A middle-aged man dressed in official attire stood on the arena and announced loudly: "Seventh Arena, Round 5 First Place Match: Shen Lie of Poshan Martial Arts School versus Yang Jing of Sun Family Martial Arts School, vying for the first place on the Seventh Arena!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion arose around the seventh arena.

Everyone knew that this would be the ultimate showdown on the seventh arena.

One is a seasoned expert with a long-established reputation and peak internal strength, while the other is a rising star who has emerged unexpectedly and won one battle after another.

"Rest for half an hour, both sides adjust their breathing and prepare for battle!" After the middle-aged official finished announcing this, he stepped aside.

Without any hesitation, Shen Lie walked to an open space, took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out three dark red pills, and swallowed them.

The pill melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and a warm medicinal power slid down the throat, quickly spreading to every part of the body. The pain in the left arm was immediately relieved, and the scattered internal energy began to slowly condense.

He closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, formed hand seals, and focused all his energy on circulating his internal energy to heal his injuries.

Although he always felt that Yang Jing was not a threat, he would not underestimate him in the slightest when it came to the real battle for first place.

On the other side, Yang Jing was also adjusting his state, while secretly studying the techniques of Shen Lie's Mountain-Breaking Fist.

At this moment, a familiar figure walked over; it was none other than Xu Hong, the senior disciple of the eighth arena.

Yang Jing just noticed that this senior brother has also entered the fifth round and is about to start the first place battle.

"Senior Brother." Yang Jing immediately stood up.

"Junior Brother Yang Jing," Xu Hong patted his shoulder, his tone filled with concern, "Just do your best in the competition later, don't push yourself too hard."

Yang Jing looked up at him and saw that Xu Hong's eyes were full of sincerity. He nodded and said, "I understand. Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother."

Xu Hong sighed, his brows furrowing slightly. "Shen Lie is far stronger than Qian Feng. His Mountain-Breaking Fist is unparalleled in its ferocity, and his internal energy has reached an extremely profound level. Reaching this point is already amazing enough; there's no need to fight for first place." He paused, lowering his voice with a hint of seriousness. "Besides, you need to think this through. Chen Wu lost, but he has a wealthy family background. He has plenty of healing elixirs and rare treasures to nourish his blood and qi. He can recover in a year or two and even has the potential to reach a higher level in martial arts. But what about you?"

Xu Hong looked at Yang Jing's faded training clothes and said in a low voice, "If you were seriously injured here, with your internal energy flowing backward and damaging your meridians, or if you suffered a great loss of qi and blood, where would you get so many resources to replenish them? On the path of martial arts, one wrong step leads to another. Once a hidden danger is left, you may be stuck at the level of internal energy for the rest of your life, and it will be difficult to make any further progress."

These words weighed heavily on Yang Jing's heart, like a stone.

He knew that Xu Hong was genuinely concerned for him. The path of martial arts was indeed cruel; a serious injury could destroy a genius.

He was silent for a moment, then raised his head, his eyes showing no hesitation, only calmness: "I understand what Senior Brother Xu means. Thank you for the reminder, I will be careful."

Seeing that he had taken it to heart, Xu Hong breathed a sigh of relief and patted his arm: "Good, keep it up. No matter the outcome, you've already made it this far, and your reputation will spread after the training ground test."

After saying that, he turned and left. Yang Jing needed to prepare for the first place battle in half an hour. He also needed to prepare, and the pressure was even greater than that of Yang Jing. Yang Jing's hopes were already slim, and he could just admit defeat at worst. But he had participated in more than ten school field trials, and if he had the chance this time, he really didn't want to return empty-handed again.

Yang Jing watched Xu Hong's retreating figure, then glanced at Shen Lie, who was still meditating with his eyes closed not far away, and slowly clenched his fist.

Xu Honggang left,

"Junior brother."

A familiar voice came over, slightly hoarse, but full of genuine concern.

Yang Jing's heart stirred slightly. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Liu Maolin standing outside the fence.

He strode over and saw that Liu Maolin's right arm was wrapped in bandages and his face was somewhat pale, so he asked, "Senior brother, what happened to you...?"

"It's nothing, just a minor injury." Liu Maolin waved his hand, his gaze falling on Yang Jing. He looked him up and down, and seeing that his breathing was steady and his clothes, though somewhat disheveled, showed no blood, he breathed a sigh of relief. "I heard you made it to the fifth round? Who was your opponent?"

“Shen Lie,” Yang Jing replied.

Liu Maolin's brows furrowed instantly, and his expression turned solemn. "It's him? He's a tough opponent in the hidden strength realm, one of the top core disciples of the Broken Mountain Martial Arts School, and his Broken Mountain Fist is mastered to perfection."

As he spoke, he took out a translucent white jade bottle from his pocket and handed it to Yang Jing, saying, "This contains the 'Rejuvenation Pill,' which is effective for healing injuries and replenishing internal energy. Take it."

The jade bottle felt slightly cool to the touch. Yang Jing weighed it in his hand and could feel the weight of the pills inside. The jade bottle itself was quite valuable, not to mention the pills inside.

He quickly pushed it back: "Senior Brother Liu, I'm not injured. This medicine is too precious. You should keep it for yourself."

"Just take it. I've already been eliminated, what use do I have?" Liu Maolin pressed his hand down, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "When you fight Shen Lie later, it's all about one breath. The stronger your internal energy, the more confident you'll be. Take it immediately and get yourself into peak condition."

He paused, his eyes becoming serious. "Shen Lie's fighting style is domineering. Once you get entangled with him, it's hard to escape. Listen to your senior brother's advice: if you really can't hold on, just admit defeat. No one will laugh at you. Admitting defeat is not shameful. Losing your life or damaging your foundation is a lifelong regret."

Senior Brother Xu Hong had just said the same thing to him, and now Senior Brother Liu was saying the same thing. Yang Jing gripped the jade bottle tightly and nodded earnestly: "I understand, thank you, Senior Brother."

"Go on, get ready," Liu Maolin patted him on the shoulder, urging him to hurry back and prepare.

Liu Maolin rubbed his sore left arm and was about to find an empty seat in the makeshift spectator area when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the distance.

"Is that Zhao Yuman? What's she doing here? Could she be here for Jingdi?"

Liu Maolin thought to himself.

She was wearing a light purple dress and was looking sideways towards the seventh arena, the silver hairpin at her temple swaying gently as she turned her gaze.

Liu Maolin confirmed his guess and couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Hey, this little wench, you were so arrogant back then, you looked down on my junior brother!!"

"Now that my junior brother has broken through to the Dark Force realm, he's displaying incredible power in the training grounds. You'll regret it!"

"Hehe, but it's too late. My junior brother isn't the kind of fool who would go back to his old ways."

Liu Maolin chuckled, thinking that if Zhao Yuman could persuade the Zhao Family Escort Agency to give her a large dowry, he might be able to persuade his junior brother, and if all else failed, he could take this young lady as his concubine.

Zhao Yuman, however, did not notice the way Liu Maolin was scrutinizing her; her mind was still preoccupied with the conversation she had just overheard.

She vaguely overheard some of the conversation between Yang Jing and Liu Maolin at the fence.

Liu Maolin clearly values ​​Shen Lie highly, considering him both a "hard-working expert with hidden strength" and one of the "top core disciples of the Poshan Martial Arts School".

On the other hand, Yang Jing didn't say a single tough word from beginning to end, only nodding. He must have been feeling quite uneasy inside.
Indeed, facing someone like Shen Lie, which greenhorn who has just entered the Dark Force realm would not be flustered?
Although Yang Jing was quite capable, his performance on the stage exceeded her expectations. He actually defeated Qian Feng and stood on the same stage as Shen Lie. However, Zhao Yuman knew Shen Lie well. If Yang Jing did not admit defeat in time, the result would probably be unbearable for him. In fact, later on, he might not even have the chance to open his mouth and admit defeat.

Zhao Yuman smiled smugly, her eyes glancing at Yang Jing's location inside the fence. Although several people blocked her view, Zhao Yuman could almost see Yang Jing fidgeting and rubbing his hands together anxiously.

Nervous? Uneasy? Even fearful? That's perfectly natural!

Shen Lie's reputation wasn't built on empty words; it was earned through hard work, punch by punch!
She gently straightened her chest and raised her neck slightly, like a proud peacock.

Inside the enclosure, Shen Lie had just finished his meditation. When he opened his eyes, his gaze inadvertently swept over Zhao Yuman's direction. Seeing that she was looking at him, he nodded slightly to her.

Zhao Yuman's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing slightly, her pride growing even stronger.

The half-hour rest period passed quickly.

Inside the fence.

Unlike Shen Lie, Yang Jing did not take any pills. Instead, he found a quiet corner, sat cross-legged, and silently circulated his inner energy, going over the moves of the Mountain-Crushing Fist and the Surging Wave Kick in his mind again and again.

Although Senior Brother Liu gave him a bottle of 'Rejuvenation Pill', he was not injured when he fought Qian Feng. He only lost some internal energy. After eating spirit fish and beast meat at noon, his blood and qi surged, and after half an hour of adjustment, he had already replenished the lost internal energy.

Upon hearing the noise, Yang Jing and Shen Lie opened their eyes simultaneously, their auras instantly bursting forth, even more terrifying than wild beasts in the mountains.

The middle-aged official stepped onto the arena, his gaze sweeping over Shen Lie and Yang Jing below.

The final match of the seventh arena has begun.

PS:

When I was writing the second update, a reader reminded me.

Don't always try to write about everything in detail; otherwise, you won't be able to take into account all the characters and all the emotions.

Then I started revising the outline and adjusting the plot. Actually, I wanted to write more about Zhao Yuman and Lü Yang and others from the very beginning of the book, but after thinking about it, I deleted it after writing it, feeling that it slowed down the pace.

Did you all notice that today's third update was a bit faster-paced? Actually, I skipped some content and cut more than a thousand words.

Try this first, and if it works, I'll continue to make adjustments like this.

If there are any problems, please feel free to point them out. I will revise them little by little, and I believe that this process is also a process of self-improvement for the author.

Finally, thank you to reader [Zhou Chun] for the generous donation of 1100 Qidian Coins!
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