Gao Wu: Ten years of sparring experience, one move and the world knows him.

Chapter 130 Let You Label Me (A bit messy, please forgive me!)

Upon receiving Zhao Rui's instructions, Master Yu immediately summoned one of his disciples and gave him a few words of advice.

Then he led everyone to the martial arts training ground outside the Sword Sect Mountain.

Along the way, apart from Lin Han, who remained silent with a cold expression, the rest of the group chatted calmly about the mountains and rivers of Qingcheng.

He seemed completely unconcerned about what had just happened and what was about to happen.

Master Yu dealt with them insincerely, but he knew that what these people were thinking was not as calm and collected as they appeared on the surface.

Firstly, Lin Han's intentions are quite obvious, and these people must have tacitly approved of them.

After all, the influence of a prestigious sect in a region is unmatched by any other sect from outside the region.

If Qingcheng's power weakens, other sects will naturally make corresponding assessments in future interactions.

In the end, it all comes down to nothing more than self-interest.

However, Qingcheng's resistance to this test was clearly stronger than expected, which made everyone uneasy.

Could it be that he has another trump card up his sleeve?
Secondly, the addition of another expert to the Emei Sword Sect is not good news for other sects.

The name of the Emei Divine Sword resounds throughout the martial arts world, and every master of swordsmanship is a potential wielder of the divine sword.

This means that the Emei Sword Sect will gain at least one more divine sword.

In this era of great strife, with demonic forces emerging frequently, which family isn't accumulating strength?

In recent years, the imperial court has increased its investment in martial arts teams at various universities and in provincial youth martial arts training teams. It's hard to say that there's no other purpose behind this.

These people were all prominent figures from various sects and factions; how could they not know the current situation?

The Qingcheng Sword Sect was naturally aware of this, which is why they have been trying to use the crystal pool to create a few more experts like Yun Hao over the years.

Unfortunately, their luck was really bad. Not only did they suffer heavy losses, but they also encountered a great calamity from the invasion of a demon.

They almost wiped out the entire family and sect!

Thinking of this, Yu Zhengnan couldn't help but feel depressed.

The training ground was not far from the sword sect, and the group soon arrived at their destination.

Qingcheng disciples had already come over and cleaned the area.

Upon arriving at the training ground, Lin Han, who had been holding back all the way, could no longer contain himself. He leaped into the open space and shouted at Zhao Rui, "Kid, come on up!"

Lin Han glared at Zhao Rui, wishing he could kill the man who had humiliated him on the spot.

The rivalry among the three disciples of Kongtong has reached a fever pitch. They finally managed to secure this opportunity to pay their respects, hoping to take advantage of the weaker Qingcheng Sword Sect and demonstrate the might of Kongtong.

To increase one's prestige in the eyes of experts from various sects.

As a result, he was humiliated several times by a clueless young Taoist priest.

How could I not be angry?

Standing by the arena, after hearing his angry shout, Zhao Rui calmly turned his head to look at the nun who had led the Emei group, and shook his head slightly, saying, "Nun, look, I was protecting the disciples of the Emei sect, but I got into all this trouble. Don't you have anything to say?"

The Emei nun's face stiffened, and she quickly put her palms together and chanted a mantra, saying, "Emei will forever remember your kindness, benefactor! We hope you will come to Emei in the future. Our entire sect will certainly welcome you with open arms."

"Could it be that Emei is afraid of Kongtong?"

Zhao Rui continued to provoke the nun. Anyway, Emei didn't like him. If it weren't for Bai Xuening's enlightenment, he wouldn't have bothered with her.

“Amitabha, this matter will be decided when I return to Emei and inform the sect leader. I appreciate your kindness.”

The nun from Emei remained unmoved and said...

"Okay, okay, I was just being nosy!"

Zhao Rui knew that this nun was all talk and no action, so he stopped joking and jumped into the arena.

"Kid, I hope your skills are as good as your mouth."

Lin Han sneered, his face contorted with rage, his former air of superiority completely gone.

Therefore, there is no direct relationship between martial arts skill level and character.

"Kongtong is truly formidable! Even the Emei Sword Sect gives them a wide berth and dares not offend them! They're really awesome!"

Zhao Rui laughed loudly.

Upon hearing his words, the Emei nun who was watching the battle lowered her eyes and closed them, pretending not to know. Fortunately, she was a nun who had renounced worldly desires, and all the unfavorable news was swept into the Mingjingtai.

"Stop talking nonsense! Who is this nun? Would she be bewitched by you?"

After Lin Han finished speaking, he didn't give Zhao Rui a chance to reply. In an instant, he took a step forward and launched a preemptive attack.

"Oh, you mean, the nun is afraid of you, and nothing I say works!"

Zhao Rui used a set of Celestial Master's Whisk Hand techniques that he had copied in Qingcheng, instantly blocking the opponent's attack, while still managing to make a few sarcastic remarks.

Seeing how easily he handled the situation, Lin Han narrowed his eyes slightly, realizing that this seemingly ordinary young Taoist was not simple at all.

If not handled properly, it is highly likely that things will go wrong unexpectedly.

He immediately stopped holding back and used his sect's ultimate technique, the Seven Injury Fist, to attack Zhao Rui.

"Seven Injury Fist replication progress is one percent..."

Zhao Rui raised an eyebrow. "Good timing! I love it when you unleash your ultimate move."

"I've heard that your Seven Injury Fist has some hidden flaws, like practicing it will cause injuries to all seven organs! Is that true?"

"If your internal strength hasn't reached a state of perfection, practicing too much will damage your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. Tsk tsk, this isn't a unique skill, it's practically a self-harming divine art!"

"Boy, stop with your empty words. How dare you question the Kongtong Divine Fist?"

Lin Han's eyes turned cold. This kid's mouth was really venomous. He didn't know where he heard this nonsense, but he actually started making fun of his Seven Injury Fist.

"Today I'll let you experience the power of the Seven Injury Fist!"

Upon hearing Zhao Rui's words, he abandoned all other martial arts techniques and used only the Seven Injury Fist to attack his opponent.

After a series of twists and turns, exchanging blows and punches, the two quickly created a pockmarked area around the training ground.

The force of the punch, imbued with profound inner energy, was like a cannonball fired from a gun, possessing astonishing power.

It's far more powerful than the Seven Injury Fist used by the Five Elders of Kongtong in the previous life of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber.

"Master Yu, this young friend's martial arts are quite impressive, but why bother arguing with Master Lin? If Master Lin makes a mistake and gets hurt, it would be unfortunate."

The bald Shaolin monk beside him spoke with a pointed remark.

Master Yu knew Zhao Rui's abilities, but he didn't know that Zhao Rui's Qingcheng martial arts were so advanced.

I thought it was taught by Master Ge.

He was surprised and secretly regretful. If Elder Ge had not been bound by the constraints of his predecessors and had returned to Qingcheng, none of this would have happened today.

As for the martial arts arena, he knew that Zhao Rui had other unique skills, so even if he was no match for him, it would not be a problem.

He then declared loudly, "My Qingcheng Sword Sect has a history of nearly a thousand years. Even though we are now weak, we still have our own rules."

"There is justice in all things under heaven. Master Lin is a highly accomplished disciple of the Kongtong Sect. Surely he wouldn't bully the weak or oppress the powerful?"

After hearing this, everyone remained silent and turned to look at the center of the arena.

No amount of talk can replace hard power.

Let's settle this with fists and feet!
"The Seven Injury Fist replication progress is 30% complete!"

"Seven Injury Fist replication progress is fifty percent!"

The two were locked in fierce combat on the arena, their true energy surging and their power overflowing. The vast arena seemed to be covered by their figures everywhere.

Zhao Rui delivered a whip kick to the side, simultaneously raising his knee and thrusting his hip. All the elaborate moves he had painstakingly executed were easily neutralized by his Seven Injury Fist technique.

Lin Han's strength is indeed formidable. Zhao Rui has already changed five or six different Qingcheng martial arts techniques, but he can only barely resist them.

There was no way around it; the Qingcheng martial arts copied from those newly emerged Taoist priests were really nothing special. Lin Han saw that his skill was considerable, but his techniques weren't particularly advanced. Knowing that he would surely capture him after a while, he couldn't help but sneer, "I thought Qingcheng martial arts were so powerful! But it turns out they're nothing special!"

Hearing his boastful words, Zhao Rui glanced at the system panel; the copying progress was still 30% complete.

He remained silent and continued to fight him using Qingcheng martial arts.

They fought for another half hour, but the outcome was still undecided.

Zhao Rui continued to show signs of weakness, barely managing to defend against the attacks, and nearly getting hit by the Seven Injury Fist several times.

Even so, Lin Han just couldn't get rid of him.

The spectators were all martial arts experts, and seeing this situation, they couldn't help but lower their opinion of Lin Han.

None of the martial arts techniques Zhao Rui used were particularly advanced.

Even so, you can't win him over, yet you dare to call yourself the Third Young Master of Kongtong!
Having fought this far, Lin Han was getting impatient. He immediately launched a series of attacks to force Zhao Rui back, then leaped up, gathered his strength, and threw a punch.

The fist shadows were numerous and varied, actually divided into seven types, each seemingly imbued with a different kind of true energy.

Its speed was as fast as lightning, and it arrived in front of Zhao Rui in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Rui was slightly startled and had no choice but to change his move, using the Seven Star Palm technique to split his palms into seven to block the opponent's fist.

Just as their fists and palms collided, seven inexplicable emotions surged into Zhao Rui's consciousness from the point where their fists and palms met.

"Joy, anger, worry, thought, grief, fear, and shock!"

Zhao Rui's heart skipped a beat. The true meaning of the Seven Injury Fist was actually the seven human emotions. Unlike the Seven Injury Fist in his previous life, which damaged the internal organs, it directly attacked a person's soul and desires.

"Wow! That's more than one level higher. They definitely have the right to be proud!"

"But unfortunately, I ran into him!"

Zhao Rui remained fearless, guarding his mind. The Enchanting Immortal Technique automatically protected his body, and without even needing to use the two Heavenly Demon Techniques, he directly neutralized the seven soul-shaking attacks outside his soul.

Comparing yourself to a demon in terms of emotions and desires, you probably don't know what a Heavenly Demon does!

Although he could easily withstand it, Zhao Rui had not yet successfully copied the Seven Injury Fist, so he had to continue pretending.

He immediately staggered, his body swaying slightly, as if he were enduring some kind of pain.

Complex expressions occasionally flashed in his eyes.

"If you are hit by my Seven Injury Fist, all seven emotions will be injured. If you are not healed by my Kongtong secret method, you will be left with heart wounds. At best, your soul will be damaged, and at worst, your mind will be confused and you will become a cripple."

Seeing that his attack had been effective, Lin Han immediately stopped, shook his clothes, and said loudly.

Upon seeing this, the onlookers couldn't help but frown.

When did the Seven Injury Fist acquire such power?

No wonder Lin Han was so fearless and willing to be the one to stick his neck out in front of all the factions.

Obviously he came prepared.

"When did the Kongtong Sect learn such a strange and wonderful technique? We must inform Master Jing about this as soon as possible."

The Emei nun couldn't help but glance at Bai Xuening beside her, secretly rejoicing that her Emei sect was blessed with great fortune, producing a constant stream of outstanding disciples.

"Master Yu, I think we should stop this pointless fight."

At this moment, a Taoist from Wudang, who was also from the Taoist lineage, glanced at Yu Zhengnan and spoke up to advise him.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Yu Zhengnan's eyes, but seeing that Zhao Rui hadn't even used the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Technique or the Thunderclap Sword Technique, he couldn't tell whether Zhao Rui was really unable to hold on.

Just then, a voice transmission suddenly rang in his ear.

"I'm fine. Have the young Taoist bring me a peach wood sword. I'm going to wake this Kongtong man up today!"

The voice was clearly Zhao Rui's.

Master Yu was overjoyed and quickly whispered a message to the Taoist priest beside him.

Then he stood tall, calmly waiting for the situation to change.

"What kind of bullshit Seven Injury Fist? I don't believe in such nonsense!"

In the training ground, Zhao Rui let out a feigned angry roar and then continued his frenzied attack on Lin Han.

But the moves were already in disarray.

Lin Han disdainfully dodged, casually deflecting his attack.

But Zhao Rui remained relentless.

Lin Han was slightly angry and used the Seven Injury Fist again, carrying seven strange true energies as he struck Zhao Rui.

"The Seven Injury Fist replication progress is 98%!"

"Seven Injury Fist replication progress is 100%, advancement point added!"

The system notification sounded in Zhao Rui's mind that the martial arts technique had been successfully copied.

"The peach wood sword has arrived!"

Just then, Yu Zhengnan casually tossed the peach wood sword handed to him by the young Taoist into the arena.

Zhao Rui laughed heartily, leaped into the air, and caught the peach wood sword.

Lin Han was slightly taken aback.

Then Zhao Rui, holding his sword, laughed and said, "We Qingcheng people are mainly cultivators, and our martial arts are indeed not that great, but catching a demon or eliminating a monster is still a piece of cake."

"Fellow Daoist Lin, you don't mind if I use a peach wood sword, do you? Don't worry, it's unsharpened!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Han immediately sneered, "It seems I underestimated you! Let alone the peach wood sword, even the Autumn Water Longevity Sword, what do I have to fear!"

Upon hearing this, Abbess Emei frowned, and she developed a strong dislike for Lin Han from Kongtong.

If you're going to brag, then brag. Why drag our Emei Divine Sword into this?
"Alright, then let me show you the demon-slaying skills of my Qingcheng Sword Sect!"

Zhao Rui slightly opened his eyes, and with a calm and focused expression, he shouted: "Majestic Heavenly Might, Thunderous Subjugation! All Heavenly Divine Thunder, Hear My Command, Hurry!"

With a set of lightning-summoning incantations recited and accompanied by lightning-praying steps, Zhao Rui thrust his peach wood sword straight at Lin Han.

"How brave!"

Lin Han snorted and unleashed the true essence of the Seven Injury Fist.

One punch, seven shadows; seven emotions, seven wounds—in an instant, these transformed into seven kinds of true energy that attacked Zhao Rui.

"I will definitely damage your soul and make you demented."

A cold glint flashed in Lin Han's eyes.

Just then, a bolt of lightning suddenly surged from the tip of the peach wood sword that was pointing at him, and actually struck straight at his Seven Wounds Fist.

"how is this possible?"

Lin Han felt a tingling sensation in his fist, and the seven powerful true intentions were instantly shattered and dissipated by the lightning.

"You dare to label me!"

Having landed a successful blow, Zhao Rui instantly unleashed the Thunderclap Sword Technique, striking towards Lin Han.

Streaks of lightning crackled and popped throughout the training ground as the sword clashed.

Lin Han was so frightened that he quickly used his movement technique to dodge, not daring to risk a direct confrontation!

But no matter how fast he was, how could he compare to Zhao Rui? In no time, Zhao Rui caught up with him and delivered a barrage of electric stabs!
"Amitabha Buddha, forgive others when you can!"

Just then, the bald man from Shaolin Temple suddenly threw out a string of prayer beads, dozens of them striking Zhao Rui's acupoints.

Zhao Rui's eyes turned cold. Seeing the fierce attack of the Buddhist beads, he had no choice but to stop and dodge.

The bald man clasped his hands together, and the prayer beads instantly transformed into shooting stars, returning to his wrist.

(End of this chapter)