Infinite Fighting

Chapter 31 The Martial Arts Tournament Begins

The leader of the two men from Xianshan Sect was a short-haired man. As soon as he came closer, he started to mock them.

"Isn't this Shen Zhen Chuan from the Five Forms Sect? I heard that you didn't even make it into the top 20 in the last conference? No way, isn't aptitude the most important factor in selecting disciples for the Five Forms Sect? Could it be that you are not good enough in learning Shen Zhen Chuan, or that the Five Forms Sect is now..."

"Jin Xuan, if you want to fight, just step up and don't just talk here." Shen Han said coldly.

"Okay, I've been waiting for Shen Zhen to tell you this!" Jin Xuan said with a smile.

The two looked at each other and jumped directly onto the stage.

There was still someone fighting on the stage, and Jin Xuan pushed him off the stage, and he fell heavily to the ground. Shen Han signaled the person next to him to leave. The person didn't dare to say anything. When he saw the clothes of the Wuxingmen, he turned around and left.

Faced with the powerful disciples of these big sects, the small sects have little ability to resist.

To put it bluntly, the leader of your sect may not be able to defeat any of the other party's inner disciples.

In addition to time, training a professional fighter requires at least millions of financial resources, and some resources are difficult to find.

The declining small sect has no money and no resources. It is considered a blessing from its ancestors that it can train two professional fighters. How can it be compared with the big sects?

When there were only two people left on the ring, Shen Han raised his hand and made a leopard-shaped starting gesture, while on the other side Jin Xuan showed off a martial arts move that Zhang Ji had never seen before.

Immediately, the two of them moved, and Shen Han rushed out in an instant.

The speed was so fast that Zhang Ji couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Among all the fighters Zhang Ji had seen, only the speed displayed by Li Long and Pang Yanyang in the battle on Shanli Island could surpass this explosive power.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The air exploded and the two men's fingers and palms collided rapidly. Jin Xuan was completely suppressed by the explosive Shen Han, but he was not in a hurry and just defended and parried.

The strength of the Leopard Fist lies in its speed and explosiveness, but its weaknesses are also obvious.

That is, their endurance is very poor and their stamina is far inferior to those of their peers.

As long as you can survive the opponent's three attacks, the opponent's strength will gradually decline, and it will become easier to fight.

Of course Shen Han also knew that prosperity could not last long, so he was prepared to fight Jin Xuan in one go.

During the fight, Shen Han suddenly attacked Jin Xuan's neck with a claw. This attack unleashed full strength and was extremely violent. It was like a leopard pouncing, so fast that Jin Xuan couldn't react at all.

The sharp claws landed near Shen Han's neck, but were blocked by a flexible Qi. Jin Xuan raised his hand and slapped, trying to block Shen Han's claws, but he only blocked part of it.

"Stab~!"

The clothes on Jin Xuan's shoulders were torn, and two taels of flesh were lost. At the same time, Shen Han kicked him again, directly kicking him out.

The people from Xianshan Sect hurried over to support Jinxuan.

"Bah!" Shen Han stood on the stage, looked at Jin Xuan with disdain and said, "You are just pretending without any skills? You are totally stupid!"

After saying that, Shen Han raised his middle finger, then jumped off the stage, turned around and left with Zhang Ji, leaving only the resentful eyes of the Xianshan Sect.

"Hi~!"

Not long after walking, Shen Han suddenly took a breath of cold air.

Then he stretched out his palm, which was already red and covered with scattered red dots.

"What is this?" Zhang Ji asked with a look of surprise and doubt.

"Their Xianshan Sect has a kind of Qi Kung Fu! It is extremely vicious. If one's level of horizontal training is not high enough, or if one does not have sufficient Qi cultivation, once infected, it will burn bones and flesh until it hurts the lungs, and finally lead to death step by step." Shen Han said, "I have to go find my senior brother and the others. You should go back too. We can't go out for a walk today. Don't clash with the people from the Xianshan Sect."

After saying that, Shen Han turned around and left quickly.

There was a hint of caution in Zhang Ji's eyes. He felt that when he fought with others in the future, he might have to be a little careful about related things.

The last time he fought with the woman from Xianshan Sect, he almost got tricked. Fortunately, his horizontal training skills were not weak, and the woman had not mastered her skills, otherwise he would have been in the same situation as Shen Han after the fight.

But then again, the gameplay of [Yuanqi School] is indeed diverse.

After the Battle of the Holy King, the Yuanqi Sect was able to become an independent school.

This is because the Yuanqi itself will transform into different properties and have different effects due to different martial arts, the human body itself, external influences, etc.

The most intuitive thing is the scene before our eyes.

The martial arts of the Xianshan School can cultivate the Qi that can enter the human body, then devour the energy in other people's bodies to reproduce itself and cause destruction.

The Yuan Qi of the Dragon Shape Fist is fierce and powerful, with direct destruction as its core attribute, and its secondary attribute is the slow nourishment of the spirit and body.

There are also some Yuanqi fighting skills that Zhang Ji knows, which can heal injuries, freeze enemies, release high-temperature attacks, and so on.

It can be said that it covers almost everything.

Zhang Ji still remembered that in a certain world, there was a purple (epic) level martial art called "The Great Formless and Invisible Scripture". The Yuan Qi cultivated by it could simulate the effects of other Yuan Qi martial arts, and its effects could even be stronger than the original ones.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ji couldn't help but sigh what a pity!
He discovered that there were so many good things in the world, but he could hardly get his hands on any of them.

Either he has to go abroad, or it is in someone else's hands, or the version information is different and he can't find the corresponding location.

He had searched the Internet before and found some corresponding information about several wild treasure locations.

But I don’t dare to go.

A group of strange beasts suddenly appeared to be guarding those treasures. The weakest ones were all at D+ level. It would be a death sentence for him to go there.

If he asked the people from the Wuxingmen for help, he couldn't explain it well for the time being, and he was also worried about whether the things would fall into his hands by then.

With a slight sigh in his heart, Zhang Ji returned to the room and continued to practice Dragon Form Fist.

Don’t think about those things that you can’t grasp for now. The truth is to consider what you can get first!
October 1. Kyoto Martial Arts Association Headquarters.

After the president of the association delivered a speech, the disciples from various factions who were participating in this event appeared one by one.

Drones broadcasting live were hovering around, with cameras pointed at the scene to take quick pictures.

The auditorium was also full of people.

It was Zhang Ji's first time to participate in this kind of competition. There were too many spectators, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

After walking around, Zhang Ji and his team arrived at the preparation area.

Li Long warned Zhang Ji, "The competition here is different from that on Shanli Island. Be careful. You can injure them, but don't kill them."

The main reason was that Zhang Ji’s fighting record was a bit fierce, so Li Long had to give him some extra instructions.

If someone gets killed in this place, it will be a big trouble.

"Where are the people from the Xianshan Sect?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Just keep your breath." Li Long said.

Zhang Ji nodded to show that he understood.

If that was the case, he knew what to do.

After the warm-up performance, each sect sent representatives to participate in the draw.

The representative of the Wuxingmen is Li Long.

Li Long was not participating in the competition, so letting a grandmaster leave the field was a bit of bullying.

So Li Long sat in the referee's seat.

Watching the game with a group of older generation masters.

After the draw, the competition began.

Zhang Ji was assigned to Group B.

There is no member of the Xianshan Sect in this group, and the only master is an inner disciple of the Lishan Sect.

Well, professional level five.

The first round of competition soon came to Zhang Ji.

The host also began to introduce Zhang Ji's identity.

"The one wearing the clothes of Wuxing Sect is Zhang Ji, a true disciple of Wuxing Sect. This is his first time to participate in a martial arts conference. Judging from his clothes, he seems to be a rare disciple of Wuxing Sect who practices Dragon Form Fist. On the other side is Qiu Qing, the chief true disciple of Mantis Fist. The boxing style they practice is also a type of Xiangxing Fist. Not long ago, Qiu Qing just passed the professional fourth-dan qualifying competition and his strength is also extraordinary. Let us look forward to the fight between the two."

After Zhang Ji and Qiu Qing opposite him exchanged greetings, the next moment, Qiu Qing's body suddenly flew backwards and fell onto the wide stage.

"Bang~!"

Qiu Qing fell to the ground, slid for a distance, struggled to get up, then fell down again, and was finally carried onto a stretcher.

There was an uproar in the field.

"What happened? I don't think I saw it clearly! Director, is there a slow-motion replay?"

The host also had a shocked expression. He was a disciple of Beidao Sect and also a professional sixth-degree fighter, but he didn't see it clearly just now.

The slow motion was played out quickly, and the two people who were ten meters apart exploded at the same time in an instant. Zhang Ji was extremely fast. After getting close to the other party, he gently pushed his palm and hit Qiu Qing directly in the chest, pushing him out of the huge arena.

"So strong, this must be at least 7th dan professional level!!"

"Contestant Qiu Qing was not able to block even one of his moves. Let us congratulate contestant Zhang Ji on his victory. However, we must also understand that although victory or defeat is important in this tournament, the main focus is on the exchange of martial arts. Fists and kicks have no eyes, so we should stop when the time is right."

The host announced the result and at the same time tactfully suggested that Zhang Ji was too ruthless.

Zhang Ji was a little disdainful. He didn't even return the greeting and just turned around and left the ring.

This scene attracted many people's curses and also made many young people excited.

"He has no martial ethics at all. Such a person practicing martial arts will only bring shame to the martial arts world!"

"Martial virtue? Only the winner is qualified to talk about virtue!"

"He probably didn't expect his opponent to be so weak. After all, he only used one move."

At the referee's table, Ma Rui said to Li Long, whom he had specially arranged to sit next to him, "Little friend Li, your disciple should be close to reaching the level of a Grandmaster, right? I wonder how old he is?"

"I don't know, I guess almost twenty." Li Long replied.

He was well aware that Zhang Ji's bone age was only sixteen, but to have such strength at the age of sixteen was truly beyond imagination, so he exaggerated it a little.

Li Long himself is about the same level of strength as Zhang Ji at the age of 20.

However, it took almost five years to finally reach the Grandmaster level.

Taking this step is not easy.

“Mr. Li, it is true that a good teacher produces an excellent student. It seems that the Five Forms Sect is going to produce another young master.” Ma Rui twirled his beard lightly and said with emotion.

"Thank you for your praise, senior. He still has many shortcomings!" Li Long replied modestly.

Having said that, Li Long's eyes were full of expectations for Zhang Ji.

He witnessed Zhang Ji's rapid progress after he left the island. He felt that Zhang Ji's talent was even higher than his own, and he might become a master before he was 20 years old.

(End of this chapter)