I began to understand the myriad things by chopping wood

Chapter 45: Record of the Battle

A young man with a handsome figure, strong arms and thin waist walked into the room, looked stern, and bowed to Xie Yuan.

Xie Yuan noticed that the boy had long arms that almost reached his knees, with strong muscles, large palms, and a slightly serious expression.

Although he did not have much knowledge in martial arts, looking at the young man's physique, he intuitively felt that he was suitable for martial arts training, and was particularly suitable for the grappling techniques and marksmanship of the Divine Weapon Hall.

Monk Liu frowned slowly and said to Fang Wei:
"Mr. Fang, what do you mean by this?"

His attitude towards Fang Wei was not as casual as that towards Wang Heihu.

Fang Wei said coldly:
"how?"

Monk Liu frowned:
"The rule Wang Heihu just mentioned is that direct disciples are not allowed to compete, and only core disciples are allowed to compete.

"It's a violation of the rules for you to send your last disciple up here."

The disciples on the sidelines were looking at the young man named A Jin and whispering to each other.

Two years ago, the owner of the Divine Weapon Hall accepted a last-ditch disciple, who was said to be extremely gifted and a martial arts prodigy who was one in a million.

The ceremony of accepting disciples was very grand at that time. The Divine Weapon Hall was the most powerful and had a longer heritage. Fang Wei was of a high generation, so naturally the ceremony was a grand one. Therefore, few people in Panlong Town did not know about it.

Everyone was wondering what kind of genius could make Fang Wei, who had long stopped accepting disciples, accept him as his last disciple; but after this disciple came in, he was very low-key, practiced hard, and few people saw him.

Today, I found that he was indeed born with a different appearance and was not like an ordinary person.

Fang Wei said calmly:
"Didn't you also send a registered disciple? You were the first to break the rules.

"Ah Jin is not yet a warrior, his strength is at the same level."

???

I send a registered disciple and you send a direct disciple. Are you saying the same thing as me?
The registered disciples are not as good as the core disciples, and you didn't object to letting him go up just now!
Monk Liu's face turned red, and he said angrily:

"Mr. Fang, you are being unreasonable!"

Fang Wei looked at Monk Liu coldly and snorted:

"Just now you were talking about setting the rules, but I didn't agree. In that case, let's set a new rule now, and anyone below the Great Mastery of Leather Training can do it. How do you think?"

"I agree."

Wang Heihu laughed.

Fang Wei nodded:

"Two against one, it's settled. Monk Liu, do you have any objections?"

Fang Wei is old and respected, but it is not because of his high moral character.

He runs a martial arts school, and the reason why the Divine Weapon School has been able to stand firm in Panlong Town for so many years is not because of its ability to reason.

Monk Liu's face turned red, but he was speechless.

He flicked his robe sleeves, sat back in his chair, and sulked.

As I said, the situation is stronger than the person, and the power to make rules is not in his hands, so he can only accept it.

Monk Liu looked at Xie Yuan with worry in his eyes, and silently said in his heart:
"Thank you, kid. I wonder if you can still give me a surprise. Hey..."

He himself is a master and knows that direct disciples and core disciples are two completely different concepts.

In terms of the energy, effort, money, and skills invested in their training, core disciples cannot compare with direct disciples at all. Even if they are at the same level, it is not a problem for a direct disciple to beat two core disciples.

What's more, he is Fang Laogui's last disciple, the most direct disciple among the direct disciples.

The disciples of the Tieyi Sect were all worried when they saw this scene.

Even though Xie Yuan had just defeated two opponents like a god, he probably wouldn't have much chance of winning against this last disciple.

After all, to put it bluntly, no matter how talented Xie Yuan is, if he has not learned anything from the sect leader and has no reliable skills to rely on, how can he defeat the closed disciple who is the most loved by everyone?

Yu Jin stood in the middle of the field and said to Xie Yuan in a deep voice:
"Do you need a rest, brother?"

Xie Yuan felt it and found that the physical energy consumption in the previous two games was not great. His internal energy was flowing normally and he was in good condition. He shook his head:
"Need not."

He would not ridicule the other party because he was graceful.

Yu Jin showed a hint of surprise, as if he felt that Xie Yuan saw through him, and snorted coldly:
"Brother, please."

Xie Yuan sensed the change in his attitude, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He just cupped his hands:
"please."

The two men took up their stances at the same time, looked at each other, and then attacked.

From the conversations between several gym owners, Xie Yuan knew that his opponent was no ordinary one.

Facing such a strong opponent, he was a little more cautious than before. He threw out punches tentatively, moving them forward and backward quickly, not daring to expose his arms to his opponent's attacks.

However, just as he threw a punch, Yu Jin's ape arms shot out like lightning. His arms, which were longer than those of an ordinary person, clamped Xie Yuan's right elbow from top to bottom!

Oops! What a fast move!

Xie Yuan's expression froze, and he instantly felt a huge shearing force coming from his right elbow. He quickly put his left hand on Yu Jin's right hand to stop him from exerting further force.

In an instant, the two of them were in a stalemate and started wrestling!

The people around held their breath. They didn't expect that the competition would become so intense right from the start!
In this situation, if Xie Yuan had less strength, his right arm would have been broken directly!
Xie Yuan felt the huge force coming from his opponent's big palms and pursed his lips slightly:

"If I hold back, I'm afraid I won't be able to break free."

He made up his mind in the blink of an eye, and the internal energy in his meridians suddenly accelerated. Before this, he had actually held back; but now, for the first time, he used all his strength!
Yu Jin only felt that his right hand was suddenly grabbed tightly, and then directly pulled away by Xie Yuan's left hand; at the same time, Xie Yuan's right hand shook, regained its freedom, and hit Yu Jin's chin with a hook punch.

Yu Jin turned around and dodged backwards, showing his agility and avoiding the punch.

He turned around, only to find that Xie Yuan's figure had not slowed down at all. He punched him on the head again, so he had to retreat again!

The situation suddenly reversed. Xie Yuan exerted all his strength and his body was as fast as the wind. His punches were faster than the last, pressing Yu Jin and attacking wildly, making the people around him dazzled!

Wang Heihu widened his eyes:
"He was captured and still managed to break free? How strong is this guy?"

Fang Wei's stern old face also frowned slightly. He didn't expect that his favorite disciple would be beaten.

Could it be that the guy opposite him was born with supernatural powers? Otherwise, how could he catch up with him and defeat him?

The two museum owners came to a similar conclusion that Xie Yuan probably had natural strength.

They don't even think about internal strength, and they can't see it.

The two of them had never seen the method of cultivation, and Monk Liu certainly didn't know it, so it turned out that his registered disciple knew internal energy? It sounded like a joke.

Monk Liu opened his eyes wide and whispered:
"First disciple, how long have you been teaching him the Iron Armor Long Fist?"

Huo Da was stunned and said:

"Less than a month."

"Less than a month..."

Monk Liu repeated silently and sighed:

"Monster."

It was difficult to tell just now, but now it seems that Xie Yuan's Iron Armor Long Fist has actually reached perfection!

He gave Hoda a sidelong look.

Why didn’t you tell me about such a talented kid earlier?
I'll deal with you later.

Monk Liu turned his gaze back and stared at the scene again. After a while, he sighed and said with a relieved smile:
"He has already won."

On this side of the field, Yu Jin was almost unable to breathe due to Xie Yuan's violent attack.

Isn't he tired?
Yu Jin gritted his teeth. Grabbing methods were ineffective against him and he didn't even have a chance to fight back. If he continued like this, he would only lose.

All we can do is fight!

His eyes were fierce and he was ready to fight to the death. Just as he was about to use his fists and feet, his chest was wide open. Although it was only for a moment, Xie Yuan's fist was incredibly fast, and his long fist approached and hit his chest directly.

Yu Jin froze all over, and slowly lowered his head to look at Xie Yuan's fist, holding back his movement.

Xie Yuan gently pushed him, then bowed:

"Concession."

The disciples of the Tieyi Sect burst into huge cheers, while the other two sects looked dejected and said nothing.

The last disciple of the Divine Weapon Hall was actually defeated by this man, this registered disciple...

Where on earth did he come from?
Yu Jin looked dazed. Just as he was lost in thought, a cold and vicissitudes of life voice overwhelmed the whole audience:

"Ah Jin, you are inexperienced and too impatient. If you don't give him a chance, he won't be able to hold on for long with this kind of attack."

Monk Liu laughed and did not argue. As the winner, he showed his grace.

Fang Wei waved behind him, waited for his disciple to hand him a pistol, and then threw it at Yu Jin.

Yu Jin took it subconsciously and looked at his master blankly, but he saw him say calmly:
"Your skill lies in the use of weapons. You can use the short to defeat the long. Don't be discouraged if you can't win.

"The competition isn't over yet. Now, pick up your gun and go defeat him again."

After hearing this, Monk Liu's eyes widened and his mouth opened, and he didn't react for a long time.

After a while, he trembled a fat and short finger:

"The winner has already been decided, why are you still cheating?"

"A martial artist cannot admit defeat until he falls."

Fang Wei said coldly.

Monk Liu jumped up, tore off his face, and cursed:
"You old bastard Fang, my disciple let you go, but you are so arrogant! We were just sparring, but you wanted to use weapons, do you have any shame? Do you have any shame!"

Fang Wei said coldly:

"My Divine Weapon Academy is based on spearmanship. Without spearmanship, our combat effectiveness will be reduced. Do we have to give up our weaknesses to gain strengths?

"If you want to use weapons, you can do so."

What a old scoundrel!
Their weapons are just a pair of bare fists and their bodies are made of hard leather. As we all know, what other weapons do they have?
The Tieyi Sect was filled with excitement, and the disciples started cursing one after another.

Today, the other side was aggressive and unreasonable, changing the rules at will, treating the Iron Armor Gate like meat on the chopping board.

Monk Liu was so angry that he could hardly speak. Just as he was thinking of a solution, he suddenly froze.

In a flash, he saw Xie Yuan standing calmly in the middle of the field, but he took out an axe from somewhere and held it in his hand.

(End of this chapter)