Rise from a Poor Family: My Martial Arts Counterattack

Chapter 43 Brother Shu, I’m sorry!
One game, two games...

In the next half hour, Lin Chen went through five more games.

The opponents in every match are very strong. Although they are only at the second level of awakening, they are very proficient in martial arts. It’s just that they are not practicing entry-level martial arts, so the power is a little lacking.

When Lin Chen was in the third game, he had to rest for a quarter of an hour after each game.

Perhaps because of Lin Chen's winning streak, many people are now paying attention to the first arena, which originally attracted little attention.

Especially when the masked senior sister from Jingshui Martial Arts School was defeated on the third arena, more warriors turned their attention to this side.

While Lin Chen was resting, he also watched the fight on the third arena from the corner of his eye. This senior sister had just been defeated by a six-orifice warrior who practiced the Iron Collapse Fist.

Listening to the discussions of the surrounding warriors, this six-orifice warrior who practiced the Iron Collapse Fist was already thirty years old and had won the third ring championship in two months.

Lin Chen knew in his mind that a warrior who had not learned the entry-level skills would not be able to become the champion at the end of the month. The title of champion would still fall to a warrior who walked out of the martial arts gym.

The senior sister from Jingshui Martial Arts School is already pretty good, being able to withstand ten moves. The Iron Collapse Fist from Tiexue Martial Arts School has even reached perfection. Lin Chen estimates that if it were him, he wouldn't even be able to withstand a single punch.

It seems that it is not easy for me to get these ten taels of silver. They are a group of guys who have practiced their skills to the extreme and are competing for the championship. I am not good enough at the stage of mastering my skills.

According to the rules of Wuyuan, the 25th of every month is the championship competition.

Only those who have defeated ten opponents in the current month are eligible to compete and challenge the champion of the previous month on that day.

After her failure, the senior sister from Jingshui Martial Arts School did not stay any longer and left with her mask on. Lin Chen also had a good rest and returned to the first arena.

At this moment, the opponent has already entered the arena.

"This newcomer is doomed to fail when he meets Qiao Yi!"

"Qiao Yi is known as the gatekeeper of the arena. Anyone who can defeat him is qualified to challenge the arena."

"I'm curious. Qiao Yi also practices the Qingfeng Palm and is from the same school as this guy. Why is he on the stage at this time?"

Lin Chen heard the discussions in the audience clearly, and his eyes looked at the young man in front of him through the mask.

He felt a sense of oppression from the other person. Was this person also a disciple from Qingfeng Martial Arts School?

"Which class are you from?"

On the stage, Qiao Yi looked at Lin Chen and asked calmly.

He had been away from the martial arts school for seven years. He had only stayed in the school for one year for the simple reason that he had no money and could not stay there.

When he left the martial arts school, he had not yet figured it out. Several other senior brothers in the same class had given up, but he was unwilling to give up. Finally, after spending a year, he figured it out.

After that, he worked as a bodyguard for others and it took him another year to reach the second level of enlightenment, which cost him fifty taels of silver.

When he reached the second level of enlightenment, Qiao Yi gave up on the path of martial arts. He knew very well that with his financial resources, even if he persisted, he would at most reach the fourth level of enlightenment in his lifetime.

Instead of continuing to waste money on martial arts, it is better to save money to cultivate future generations.

Wu Yuan’s competition is one of his goals for saving money.

For five years, when he wasn't guarding the convoy, he had been practicing the Qing Feng Palm, and finally he had mastered it to a small degree.

The hateful thing is that small success is still not enough, as several of his competitors have already achieved great success.

As for why he came on stage at this time, the reason was simple. He felt a certain arrogance from this masked junior brother.

There is no need to explain the pride of a warrior; it can be felt in his moves.

What he didn't understand was that his realm was only the second level of enlightenment, and Qingfeng Palm was only at the mastery stage. What was there to be proud of here?

If a new student could achieve this in such a short time, it would indeed be something to be proud of, but the junior brother in front of him could never be a new student.

It is extremely rare for a new student in a martial arts school to master a technique in such a short time. Even if there is one, he is still far ahead in realm and it is impossible for him to have reached the second level at this time.

"Please give me some advice, senior brother."

Lin Chen did not give a direct answer, Qiao Yi snorted:
"There's a huge gap between mastery and minor accomplishment. Since you want me to teach you, I'll give you some pointers."

Qiao Yi's figure flashed like a breeze and he approached Lin Chen in an instant. He raised his hands slightly and slapped out with a palm as gentle as a breeze. However, such a seemingly gentle palm made Lin Chen's clothes flutter and rustle.

Lin Chen raised his hand to block, but a gust of wind blew in his face, causing him to squint his eyes for a moment. In the blink of an eye, he felt a heavy blow to his chest, and he flew out of the ring and fell to the ground.

Cough!

Lin Chen coughed lightly and stood up from the ground. The palm strike made his chest feel a little painful and he couldn't help rubbing it. At the same time, he raised his eyes to look at Qiao Yi on the ring.

This was the first time he failed in a fight since he embarked on the road of martial arts.

When he was in the martial arts hall, everyone competed in strength, there was no such thing as fighting. Later, after he had developed his energy and opened his mind, he had sparred with Lu Yongfeng and the other two, and thanks to his proficiency in the Qingfeng Palm, he had never been defeated.

Is this the power of the Minor Perfection Qingfeng Palm?

Lin Chen was not discouraged or lost. The champions of the previous few arenas in the martial arts garden had all given up on improving their martial arts realm and specialized in practicing martial arts techniques.

I have only practiced Qingfeng Palm for a few months, so it is not shameful to lose to them.

But this failure also made Lin Chen alert. During this period of time, especially as everything went smoothly after he became enlightened, a feeling of pride quietly grew in his heart.

He hadn't noticed it at first, but the defeat just now woke him up, and he was afraid that a sense of pride was quietly growing in his heart.

Even in the martial arts hall, watching Jiang Qing and other senior sisters continue to gain enlightenment, he did not feel too disappointed in his heart. He was confident that as long as he could get through the early stage, he would be able to take off. He could wait until the later stage to reach the realm, and he was ahead in the skills.

To use a famous saying from my previous life: Although I am alone and surrounded by a group of enemies, the advantage is on my side.

The emergence of this idea just proves that pride has grown deep in his heart, but he himself has not discovered it yet.

This defeat woke him up.

The path of martial arts is not limited to martial arts halls. Just as Deputy Hall Master Kong said, the outside world will not care how long you have practiced. Everything depends on strength. If you encounter a life-and-death battle, does the other party have to tie one hand just because you started practicing a few years later than the other party?

This failure came at the right time and woke him up.

Lin Chen looked at Qiao Yi on the ring, his eyes filled with fighting spirit. His pride was shattered, but it aroused his martial arts spirit.

He will come to this competition again.

Lin Chen did not stay under the ring, but like the senior sister from Jingshui Martial Arts School, he left the martial arts garden and returned to the dormitory.

In the martial arts school dormitory.

Lin Chen did not waste any time and began to practice Qingfeng Palm.

Even though he was defeated miserably just now and couldn't even take two moves, he realized something when he recalled Qiao Yi's palm strike.

Although he cannot describe specifically what he has realized now, he will definitely gain something after his understanding improves in the evening.

……

into the night.

Lin Chen stood in the yard, closed his eyes and recalled the fight in the ring during the day.

"As ethereal as the wind, invisible and formless."

After a long time, Lin Chen whispered, this sentence was recorded in the booklet by Instructor Yu, but before today, he only understood the literal meaning. Now recalling Qiao Yi's palm at that time, his heart was touched.

call out!
Lin Chen slapped out with his palm, and there was wind flowing from his palm.

"No! Qiao Yi's palm not only moved the airflow, but also had a sense of wild imagination like an antelope hanging its horns, while my palm strike now has traces to follow."

Qingfeng Palm is an entry-level martial art. Entry-level martial arts can stimulate powerful strength beyond one's own limits. This is because after mastering it, one can borrow the power of air currents in the air.

Instructor Yu called it the natural force of heaven and earth, but to Lin Chen it was the force of air flow.

Lin Chen looked at a water tank in the yard, but in his mind he thought of a scene in which a certain celebrity practiced Tai Chi which he had seen when he was a child in his previous life.

Walking to the water tank, Lin Chen put his hands into the tank and began to stir the water. Soon the water changed direction as his hands stirred.

"When I paddle my palms in the direction of the water flow, there is little resistance. But if I turn my palms in the opposite direction of the water flow, I will immediately encounter resistance. The water flow that I have driven has turned from a help to a resistance."

Under the cover of night, looking at the water flowing in the water tank, Lin Chen suddenly realized something.

This is the difference between mastering the Qingfeng Palm and achieving minor success. When he strikes out with his palm, he creates an airflow, which becomes his aid and greatly increases the power of his palm. However, the flaw is also obvious: he cannot change his moves instantly.

To be precise, it is impossible to go against the airflow that one has released. If one does so, there will inevitably be a momentary lag. Therefore, in the eyes of someone who is more proficient in Qingfeng Palm than oneself, the landing point of one's palm can be easily captured.

"No, Qiao Yi hasn't reached the state of being invisible and formless either. That palm strike looked like an antelope hanging from a horn, but I still caught it. It was just that the speed was too fast, so I couldn't react in time."

Taking his hand out of the water tank, Lin Chen closed his eyes again. What exactly does it mean to be as ethereal as the wind?

Instantly.

As the night wind blew, the few remaining sparse leaves of the camphor tree in the yard began to rustle.

Lin Chen closed his eyes and concentrated, listening to the sound of the wind. The next moment, he lightly slapped the camphor tree with his right hand, and a few leaves fell from the tree.

Snapped!
The fallen leaves floated in front of him. After Lin Chen stretched out his palm, the palm wind broke through the air and rolled the leaves forward.

Before the momentum of the leaves floating forward dissipated, Lin Chen followed with another palm strike, one foot away from the direction of the previous palm strike. However, the three fallen leaves were not swept away by the palm wind. Instead, they fell to the ground under the impact of the two palm winds.

"It doesn't feel right. It's still a little off."

Lin Chen opened his eyes, looked at the three leaves that had just fallen to the ground, frowned, and the next moment his gaze turned to the camphor tree in front of him.

"Brother Shu, I'm sorry. If I achieve something in martial arts in the future, it will be thanks to Brother Shu."

Snapped!
Another palm strike came down, the camphor tree trembled, and a few leaves fell.

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This cycle repeated itself over and over again, and Lin Chen's understanding of the Qingfeng Palm deepened bit by bit.

[Qingfeng Palm: Mastery (2/10)]

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PS: As of Monday, the editor said that if I want to go to Sanjiang next week, the possibility is 30%. It depends on whether the situation is bad enough during the same period. Alas!
If I can definitely be on Sanjiang in the afternoon, I’ll add another chapter. If not, I’ll also add another chapter. Damn it, I’ll just add another chapter anyway!

(End of this chapter)