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

Chapter 135 Night Dou
Both Zhao Rui and his companion were True Essence Realm experts, their bodies swirling with true energy. When they fought, it was like dragons churning the sea, enveloping the entire martial arts arena in a raging storm.

Nie Sheng's skills are all in his hands. His martial art is an external martial art, and when a martial artist reaches a certain level, splitting stone tablets and rocks is as easy as kneading tofu. Its power is astonishing.

He himself was exceptionally gifted, and after decades of diligent practice, he finally returned to his innate state and advanced to the Grandmaster realm through external martial arts.

This caused quite a stir at the time.

In the training ground, the two fought for fifty or sixty moves. Zhao Rui's hands were red, and even with his inner energy, his muscles and bones ached from the force of the palm strikes.

"If we could learn this skill, it would be a pretty good trump card!"

Zhao Rui thought to himself, "The power generated by forging muscles and bones purely with physical strength can threaten even those in the True Qi Realm."

If one day, when all internal energy is depleted, this skill alone can allow one to unexpectedly carve out a way to survive.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rui's desire to learn grew even stronger.

"Brother Nie's Wind Chasing Palm technique is not only powerful and capable of tearing gold and shattering iron, but its speed is also second to none among palm techniques."

"This kid won't last long! I want to see if he'll still dare to be so arrogant after Brother Nie captures him."

The old man with the gray beard said with a smug look on his face that what he hated most was young people who disrespected their superiors.

Therefore, Tianran had no goodwill towards Zhao Rui, who had come to provoke her.

Hearing his words, the middle-aged woman shook her head slightly and said, "It's been almost a hundred moves, and this kid is still handling it with ease. He's not that simple!"

"How old is he? Even if he practiced martial arts from the womb, how much internal strength could he accumulate? It certainly won't last long."

The old man chuckled and continued, "If it were me, I would have used overwhelming force from the start to intimidate him. Brother Nie, you should be cautious!"

The middle-aged woman smiled faintly but did not refute further. Saying more would only make it seem like she was siding with the young man.

Nearly another hour passed, and the two continued to fight back and forth, showing no signs of fatigue.

Not to mention Nie Sheng in the arena, even the old man watching the battle was getting anxious.

He couldn't help but shout at Nie Sheng, "Brother Nie, why hold back anymore! Are we going to fight until tomorrow morning?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhao Rui suddenly flicked his fingers, shooting out seven or eight sword-like fingers of true energy. Then, with a swift movement, he leaped out of the battlefield, cupping his hands and saying, "Master Nie's martial arts are superb; I admire you."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the old man who had spoken, looking him up and down.

The old man felt uneasy under his gaze.
He shouted sternly, "What are you looking at?"

"You talk the most. Next up is your martial arts school. What's your name? Where do you work?"

"You're being incredibly unreasonable!"

The old man was furious and raised his hand to strike.

Zhao Rui dodged with a quick step and leaped onto the wall.

"Don't rush to hit me, tell me which martial arts school you're from?"

"Chaoyang Martial Arts School, I am Guo Qiquan, I will not change my name or surname, I will be waiting for you tomorrow!"

Guo Qiquan's eyes widened, wishing he could chop him in half with one blow.

"Chaoyang Martial Arts School, and Chaoyang San Hall, are you the owners?"

"What kind of 'sanguan'?"

Guo Qiquan was taken aback.

"Oh, this is Jeju Island. Oh, I forgot, Lao Guo, see you tomorrow!"

After saying that, Zhao Rui jumped off the wall and disappeared into the night in an instant.

"I'm so angry!"

Guo Qiquan was furious and unleashed a powerful palm strike towards the courtyard wall, which resulted in a loud bang.

Nie Sheng walked up to the crowd with a cold face and said in a deep voice, "Although this person is young, he has strong internal strength and powerful skills. He is not a good person."

"Do you think I'm afraid of him?"

Guo Qiquan angrily said, "I'll be waiting for him at the martial arts school tomorrow. Let's see if he comes!"

After saying that, he swung his arm and stormed out of the training ground.

The remaining three exchanged glances, then looked at Nie Sheng in unison and asked, "Are you confident of victory?"

Nie Sheng shook his head and said, "We haven't found out the truth yet."

"It seems this kid came prepared. Could there really be a conspiracy? If he manages to take down all the martial arts schools in our Martial Alliance, how will our Martial Alliance survive?"

"No, that won't happen! Since he came so late at night, he probably didn't want to alert anyone else. If we hadn't been so lucky, we probably wouldn't have known about this!"

The middle-aged woman raised her eyebrows slightly and said softly, "Let's not panic. Let's wait and see how Lao Guo fights him first."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Guo Qiquan, the owner of Chaoyang Martial Arts School who had watched the battle the night before, sat solemnly in his armchair with a furrowed brow.

A pair of eyes stared at the doorway, filled with vigilance.

On the table next to it was a dragon-headed sword, its blade golden, as if a golden dragon were attached to it.

"Closed today, no visitors welcome!"

Guo Qiquan called out to his disciples in a deep voice, then closed his eyes slightly and adjusted his breathing.

Prepare to be in top form to welcome the challengers.

They waited for an entire day.

Guo Qiquan was stubborn and insisted on waiting under the front hall corridor.

It wasn't until after nine o'clock at night, when the moonlight was bright, that a figure in black suddenly appeared on the wall.

The old man surnamed Guo opened his eyes wide and said coldly, "I thought you didn't dare to come!"

Having said that, he slammed his hand on the table, and the dragon-headed sword immediately sprang into his hand.

"Taste the power of my treasured sword!"

The old man shouted, and a blade of energy cleaved through the air, slicing straight towards the newcomer.

The newcomer's eyes widened in surprise, his brows furrowed, and he quickly dodged, simultaneously unleashing several powerful palm strikes aimed at the old man.

With a series of loud cracking sounds, the armchair and wooden table shattered, scattering wood chips everywhere, leaving a scene of utter chaos.

The old man flew into a rage, brandishing his knife and charging at the newcomer. The blade dragged on the ground, leaving a deep gash, and sparks flew like fireflies, disappearing in an instant.

Upon reaching him, the old man swung his knife in a wide arc above his head, the tip of the blade whistling sharply as it slashed towards the newcomer.

The newcomer rolled over to dodge, and at the same time reached out and slapped the blade at an angle. The immense force deflected the blade, and at the same time, a strange surge of true energy flowed from the blade into the old man's hand.

The old man trembled, his mind momentarily confused, and the other party seized the opportunity to strike his chest with a palm.

The old man's eyes widened. It was too late to dodge. He could only circulate his inner energy throughout his body, preparing to withstand the incoming palm strike.

Just then, a flash of cold light streaked across the courtyard wall, arriving in front of the man in black in the blink of an eye.

The man in black was shocked and quickly withdrew his arm to dodge. With a swift movement, he leaped onto the wall and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The elderly man surnamed Guo broke out in a cold sweat.

Turning his head, he saw the young man he had met yesterday looking at him with amusement, saying sarcastically, "You have quite a few enemies!"

"Wasn't that you just now?"

Guo Qiquan was utterly astonished.

"I've come to fight fair and square, why am I wearing a mask!"

The young man who arrived later was Zhao Rui. He arrived a little later and unexpectedly stumbled upon the two fighting.

That's how they resolved Guo Qiquan's crisis.

Upon hearing Zhao Rui's words, Guo Qiquan's old face immediately turned frosty, and his gray eyebrows furrowed tightly. He did have a fiery temper, but it was impossible for him to have offended any enemies.

Those who can open a martial arts school, while not necessarily being exceptionally shrewd, at least won't have too many deep-seated grudges with others.

This person came out with a killer move right away, which was obviously different from a typical challenger.

Who could it be?

Guo Qiquan frowned and pondered.

"You're getting old, you should tone down your temper. These days, which young person would listen to you trying to act like an old man?"

Seeing his silence, Zhao Rui sat down on the armchair in front of the hall, glanced at the empty table, and said...
"You didn't even prepare a pot of tea." Seeing his attitude, Guo Qiquan shouted coldly at the outside. Soon, a disciple who was still half asleep came running over.

He quickly brewed a pot of hot tea!
"Don't think that I'll be grateful to you just because you've made a move. Those petty scoundrels only dare to launch sneak attacks; what do I have to fear?"

Guo Qiquan's face flushed red, clearly unwilling to accept Zhao Rui's favor.

"Do as you please. After I finish my tea, I'm going to challenge all the martial arts schools! If they won't let me teach students, I'll just kick out each and every one of your schools."

Zhao Rui gently blew on the tea foam on his teacup and said nonchalantly.

"You've broken the rules! Are you trying to make enemies of all thirteen martial arts schools?"

Guo Qiquan said coldly.

"Let's fight first and then talk."

Seeing that the tea was scalding hot, Zhao Rui couldn't help but use his icy palm technique.

Suddenly, a chill ran through the teacup and seeped into the tea.

In the blink of an eye, the heat dissipated considerably.

"Just right!"

Zhao Rui ignored him and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ice Palm Force?"

Guo Qiquan was taken aback, then frowned and said, "With such divine skills at your disposal, it's no wonder you're so fearless."

"It's just the power of the Frost Palm, nothing special."

Zhao Rui said nonchalantly. In his skill library, besides the Frost Palm Force, there were also many other unique skills such as Demonic Sect Kung Fu, Thunderclap Sword Technique, and Seven Star Divine Skill.

That's really nothing.

"That's all? If I had such divine skills back then, I wouldn't have had to struggle until I was forty years old before advancing to the Grandmaster level."

Guo Qiquan sighed with emotion.

"We've had our tea, so let's not fight. It would be bad if that person came back."

Zhao Rui put down his teacup, stood up, leaped onto the wall, and left the martial arts school.

Guo Qiquan stared solemnly in the direction he had left, and unconsciously gripped the dragon-headed broadsword in his hand.

"Who is it?"

His mind began to conjure up images of people and events he had experienced, trying to find clues among them.

The night was cool, and the stars and moon shone brightly.

A dark figure silently leaped onto the roof of Chaoyang Martial Arts School, its footsteps as light as a wildcat's, almost inaudible.

The shadowy figure walked forward for dozens of meters, then flipped off the roof and landed lightly on the ground. Just as it was about to reach out and push open the window, a long knife suddenly stabbed out from inside the window.

The dark figure dodged, shattered the glass with a single palm strike, and rushed into the house.

They fought with the man inside the house who was wielding a knife.

"who are you?"

Guo Qiquan, holding a dragon-headed knife, shouted angrily from inside the house.

The newcomer remained silent and relentlessly attacked, and in no time, Guo Qiquan found himself in grave danger.

His entire skill lay in his broadsword, but the cramped room made it difficult to wield the sword properly, and his opponent's techniques were also bizarre.

It always manages to transmit a sinister and malevolent energy whenever it touches the blade.

This caught Guo Qiquan completely off guard.

The fight between the two quickly alerted the disciples who remained at the martial arts school. One by one, they rushed over, each wielding a long sword.

Unfortunately, their martial arts skills were too weak, and they couldn't even hold them off for a moment before being knocked to the ground.

Guo Qiquan was furious. He wielded his long sword like the wind and shot it through the window. Under the moonlight, he unleashed the Chaotic Cloak Sword Technique that he had practiced for many years.

The dark figure sneered, following the shadow of the blade, and cut into him, heading straight for the opening in his body where the blade technique had failed.

At the same time, he let out a long howl, and the sound waves instantly penetrated the distance, exploding directly in Guo Qiquan's ears.

Guo Qiquan suddenly went deaf and felt dizzy.

When he regained consciousness, the shadowy figure had already struck him with a palm, and he had no choice but to raise his arm to block it, with a cracking sound.

His arm was broken.

But his opponent did not stop because he was injured; instead, he continued to launch a fierce attack.

In no time, Guo Qiquan was no longer able to defend himself and was hit repeatedly in the body, falling to the ground.

"who are you?"

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of Guo Qiquan's mouth, and he cried out in an aged voice, unwilling to accept his fate.

"The person who wants your life!"

The dark figure snorted coldly and struck Guo Qiquan on the forehead with a palm, clearly intending to kill him.

Guo Qi looked utterly dejected and involuntarily closed his eyes.

"Bang, bang!"

Just when he was on the verge of despair, he suddenly heard the sound of two palms colliding.

The strong gust of wind from the palm made his cheek sting.

But having survived the ordeal, he didn't care about any of that. He quickly opened his eyes and retreated rapidly.

Just then, he also saw clearly who had blocked the opponent's killing move!
Zhao Rui!

Guo Qiquan felt like he was about to burst into tears. He was so old, and he had finally reached the Grandmaster realm. Who the hell wanted to kill him!
"Be careful, his palm techniques are strange, and he also has sonic attacks!"

Guo Qiquan hurriedly shouted loudly.

"Strange? I feel like I'm the strange one!"

Zhao Rui sneered and instantly used his Phantom Movement Technique. Six figures suddenly surrounded the newcomer and simultaneously unleashed palm strikes at him.

The newcomer was shocked and quickly used all his strength to fight against the six figures.

These six figures were a mix of real and fake, a blend of truth and illusion, making it difficult to distinguish between them!
Upon seeing Zhao Rui's formidable strength, the newcomer couldn't help but feel a sense of retreat. After exchanging blows for more than ten rounds, he unleashed a powerful palm strike, accompanied by an invisible wave of energy that enveloped the entire courtyard in dust.

Then he leaped and ran into the distance.

Zhao Rui chased for seventy or eighty meters in the blink of an eye, but the other party was quite familiar with the terrain and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

……

The next day, as dawn broke and the chill in the air began to dissipate, the morning sun rose.

Nie Sheng and others from Yong Sheng Martial Arts School appeared in a hospital ward.

On the hospital bed in the ward, Guo Qiquan lay on the bed with his arm bandaged, covered in injuries, panting heavily.

"Old Guo, what's going on?"

"Could it have been that Zhao Rui who did it? That bastard, he's too ruthless!"

Nie Sheng couldn't help but shout angrily.

"Hey, it's not good to talk behind someone's back!"

Just then, a lazy voice came from outside the ward, and then Zhao Rui, whom Nie Sheng had mentioned, walked in with a young woman.

"It's you? You dare to come here?"

Nie Sheng's anger surged, and he shouted angrily, still channeling his inner energy into his hands, preparing to attack.

"Brother Nie, please calm down. This matter has nothing to do with Brother Zhao!"

Guo Qiquan, who was on the bed, quickly spoke up to stop him.

"It has nothing to do with him?"

Everyone was stunned.

Then Guo Qiquan sighed and explained the whole story.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Zhao Rui with surprise.

(End of this chapter)