Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 56 Zhao Yuman's Complex Feelings (First Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Outside the fence.

Near the seventh arena.

Zhao Yuman watched as Yang Jing defeated his opponent in three moves, and her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"It can hold up, though," she muttered to herself.

Yang Jing was ultimately a martial artist with internal strength.

The examiners deliberately separated the Dark Force martial artists, so that the Dark Force masters would encounter more Open Force opponents in the early stages, and it wouldn't be surprising if they won.

In Zhao Yuman's eyes, in terms of true strength, Yang Jing probably wouldn't even rank among the top in the Dark Force realm, and he was far inferior to Shen Lie.

Even so, seeing Yang Jing steadily advance, Zhao Yuman still felt inexplicably irritated.

The stronger Yang Jing performs, the more it shows how blind she was in her initial choice.

She even felt a complicated expectation, hoping that Yang Jing would stumble in the next round, preferably by Qian Feng or Chen Wu, and be beaten badly and leave the stage in a sorry state.

Only by seeing Yang Jing's destitute and miserable state, revealing his weakness, can we more clearly prove how wise her decision to reject him was.

"It's best to avoid running into Shen Lie," Zhao Yuman said with a complicated tone.

She understood Shen Lie's personality; he seemed calm and collected, but was actually quite domineering.

If Yang Jing were to face Shen Lie, given Shen Lie's feelings towards him, he would likely strike hard, and Yang Jing would be severely injured, if not killed.

It wasn't that she felt sorry for Yang Jing, but she thought that teaching Yang Jing a lesson was enough, and it wasn't necessary to take his life or cut off his path in martial arts.

Yang Jing was eliminated in a humiliating manner, which also let her brother Zhao Feng and her family know that her judgment was accurate and her choice was correct.

She rejected Yang Jing, and Yang Jing was eliminated in the school examination in a disgraceful manner.

She chose Shen Lie, who easily defeated Yang Jing on the arena and has a good chance of making it onto the school's ranking list.

It wouldn't be to the point of taking his life or ending his martial arts career.

Moreover, if Yang Jing were seriously injured, it would be too embarrassing, and if word got out, people would inevitably say that Shen Lie was bullying the weak, which would damage Shen Lie's reputation.

Below the adjacent eighth arena.

Xu Hong's gaze swept past the crowd and landed on Yang Jing on the seventh arena.

When he saw Yang Jing defeat his opponent in three swift moves, his breathing steady and without the slightest hint of agitation as he finished, a look of approval appeared on his face, and he nodded slightly.

In the past two years, two new martial arts masters with internal strength have joined the school: Lin Yue and Yang Jing.

Junior Brother Lin Yue is indeed exceptionally talented, quick-witted, and has already reached the threshold of the peak of Dark Force at a young age. However, he is too impetuous and arrogant, relying on his talent to be haughty. He doesn't respect anyone except his master, and his aggressive arrogance during their sparring sessions always makes Xu Hong feel uncomfortable.

As for Yang Jing, in his previous impression, he was just a disciple who practiced diligently and didn't talk much, and his presence wasn't very strong.

It wasn't until today, after talking with Yang Jing and watching him compete up close, that Xu Hong truly noticed the difference in this junior brother.

His moves may not be as flashy as Lin Yue's, but each move is steady and solid, revealing a strong foundation.

Faced with his opponent's counterattack, he remained calm and composed, always finding the simplest and most effective way to break the deadlock. His composure was unlike what the martial arts school disciples had previously described as a lack of practical experience.

Yang Jing declined both invitations to join the sparring team.

Many people in the martial arts school said that Yang Jing was stupid. Even if he had reached a certain level, if he lacked practical experience and had weak combat power, he could only be considered the bottom of the pack among those of the same level.

Therefore, many disciples believe that Yang Jing is at the bottom among martial artists with internal strength.

But seeing him today completely changed Xu Hong's impression.

In the previous match against Li Hu, the opponent's Tiger-Style Fist was too fierce. Yang Jing skillfully deflected the force and then countered with a precise Bengquan. It seemed light and easy, but in fact, his grasp of timing and control of power were quite skillful.

"He's quite composed," Xu Hong thought to himself.

Unlike Zhao Wenzheng and Qi Yun, he didn't deliberately try to win over Lin Yue; he simply tried to be on good terms with him and avoid creating conflict.

However, compared to Lin Yue's sharp and flamboyant demeanor, Yang Jing's low-key and down-to-earth nature was more to his liking.

No wonder junior brother Liu Maolin always liked to practice boxing with Yang Jing, and he always spoke highly of him.

Xu Hong used to think that Liu Maolin was easygoing, but now it seems that this junior brother Yang Jing also has potential.

Thinking this, Xu Hong's gaze toward Yang Jing held a newfound approval.

Perhaps he won't pass this year's exam, but his junior brother Yang Jing will one day pass it in the future.

Don't be like me, who has participated every time for ten years and failed every time.

Xu Hong sighed softly.

He felt that his chances this year were slim.

In previous years, he was the top student among the martial arts school's disciples when he participated in the school's examination, but he still failed and was not admitted.

This year, although Junior Brother Lin Yue has not yet reached the peak of Dark Force, his strength has already surpassed his.

Faced with such a blow from a genius with exceptional talent, he felt less confident.

Yang Jing stepped off the arena, found a corner, sat down cross-legged, and slowly began to breathe and regulate his breathing.

Although he didn't use his full strength in the Mountain-Crushing Fist, after two consecutive matches, he still needed to work on his internal energy.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, but the image of Shen Lie throwing a punch involuntarily appeared in his mind.

The domineering and refined power of that punch was like a thorn stuck in his heart.

The competitions around him continued, with the sounds of fists clashing and officials announcing names rising and falling. Yang Jing gradually sank into his own rhythm, and only slowly opened his eyes when the gong sounded to signal the end of the competition.

The second round of competition ended, and only eight people remained on the seventh arena, one of whom was him.

The martial artists on the training ground began to surge out of the fence one after another.

Yang Jing also stood up, dusted off his clothes, and mingled with the crowd, heading towards the exit of the fence.

The sun was past noon, and its rays shone through the sparse clouds onto the training ground, casting long shadows.

He followed the crowd out of the fence, preparing to reunite with his master. As soon as Yang Jing stepped out of the fence, he saw Xu Hong walking towards him.

The competition on the eighth arena has also ended. As a martial artist at the peak of Dark Force, Xu Hong's advancement was a foregone conclusion. At this moment, he was looking at him with a calm gaze.

"Junior Brother Yang, you're walking quite steadily," Xu Hong said first, his tone carrying a hint of approval.

Yang Jing cupped his hands and said, "It was just luck. I must thank you for your guidance earlier, Senior Brother."

"No need to be polite," Xu Hong said with a smile, waving his hand. The two walked side by side toward the direction where the martial arts hall crowd had gathered. "You were able to advance easily in the second round and defeat a Ming Jin peak expert in three moves, which shows that your foundation is indeed solid. However, the competition this afternoon is the key. The quarterfinals, the semifinals, and then the final round to determine the champion of the arena, every match will be a tough battle."

Yang Jing nodded: "Senior brother is right, I will be careful."

Xu Hong paused slightly, turned to look at him, and his expression became more serious: "Be especially careful of Shen Lie. I just watched two more of his matches. His internal strength has reached its peak, his fist power is domineering, and he leaves no room for retreat in his attacks. You are at a lower level than him, so if you really encounter him..."

He paused, then emphasized, "Don't try to fight back. Shen Lie's Broken Mountain Fist is incredibly powerful. If he gains the upper hand, you'll be easily injured. If things go wrong, admit defeat immediately. Preserving yourself is the most important thing. There are annual training sessions, but you can't afford to lose your life or strength so easily."

These words were sincere and earnest, clearly showing that the speaker genuinely cared for him.

Yang Jing's heart stirred slightly. He hadn't had much contact with this senior brother before, but he hadn't expected him to be such a nice person. He then solemnly cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Thank you for reminding me, senior brother. I understand."

Xu Hong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had taken it to heart, and then said, "Chen Wu and Qian Feng should not be underestimated either. Chen Wu is ruthless, and Qian Feng is slippery. We need to be on our guard when we fight them."

“Yes, I’ve got it,” Yang Jingying replied.

As they talked, the two walked through the crowd. In the distance, they could see the group of people from the Sun Family Martial Arts School gathered, with Master Sun Yong's figure vaguely visible among them.

The disciples of the Sun Family Martial Arts School gathered, and the place became lively.

All six disciples with hidden strength successfully advanced to the third round, while the seventeen disciples with visible strength gathered in twos and threes.

Seven or eight eliminated Ming Jin disciples sat to the side, their faces showing some disappointment.

They hadn't really expected to make it to the end; they came to the training ground with the intention of just participating. If they could catch the eye of some high-ranking official, that would be even better.

Although the defeat was expected, it's still hard not to feel a little disappointed now that it's actually happened.

"Sigh, still a long way off," a square-faced man sighed. "My arm is still numb from that punch from that guy surnamed Li."

His companion patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, with our level, it's good enough if we can make it through the first round. Look at those senior brothers with internal strength, that's real skill."

Despite saying that, there was a hint of relief in his tone. He hadn't expected to make the list anyway, so losing was losing. He would just go back and keep practicing.

Those Ming Jin disciples who advanced to the third round were all beaming with excitement, spitting as they spoke.

"You didn't see it! My opponent was all show and no substance. He looked strong, but he was all bark and no bite. I kicked him off the stage!" A young disciple named Wei Maolin gestured wildly, drawing laughter from those around him.

Someone else crowded around Lin Yue, asking with admiration, "Senior Brother Lin, you're definitely confident about the competition this afternoon. I think none of those guys with hidden strength on the third arena are your match!"

Yang Jinggang had just reached the edge of the crowd when someone patted him on the back.

"Junior brother!" Liu Maolin came over excitedly, holding a water bag in his hand. "I just ran over to watch your match! Those three punches were really steady, much better than my match this morning!"

Yang Jing also took out his water pouch, took a sip, and laughed, "Senior brother, didn't you also advance easily?"

"Hehe, lucky, lucky," Liu Maolin scratched his head, but couldn't hide his pride. "I met a guy who was about to break through to the Dark Force realm. He practiced Iron Shirt. That guy had thick skin and flesh, but I still knocked him down in three or five punches."

The two chatted back and forth about the morning's competition. Sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on them, mingling with the surrounding laughter and conversation, which eased some of the tension of the competition.

Sun Yong sat on the large chair in the middle, looked at the scene before him, nodded slightly, turned his head and said something to Sun Ningxiang, and then Sun Ningxiang began to check the number of disciples.

"Senior brother," Yang Jing asked casually, glancing at the direction where their master, Sun Yong, was sitting not far away, "You're on the second arena, so close to our master. When you're fighting against others on the arena, don't you feel any pressure?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Maolin couldn't help but chuckle, glancing at Sun Yong before lowering his voice and saying, "Pressure? It would be a lie to say there isn't any, but Master's mind isn't on me at all."

As he spoke, he gestured towards the third arena, glancing at Lin Yue in the crowd.

"Did you see that? Master's eyes were almost always glued to Junior Brother Lin Yue. My second arena was right next to it, and he passed right under his nose without asking me how I was doing. He was just staring at Junior Brother Lin Yue the whole time."

Yang Jing followed his gaze and saw Sun Yong talking to Lin Yue, his face showing obvious concern. He was also gesturing with his hands from time to time, looking very focused.

"I see." Yang Jing suddenly realized, then smiled and shook his head.

Lin Yue is exceptionally talented, just one step away from the peak of Dark Force, and is also recognized by the school as the disciple with the best chance of passing the training ground test. It is only natural that his master values ​​him.

After all, no disciple from the martial arts school had made the list for many years, so it was normal for Sun Yong to be anxious and place his hopes on the most outstanding person.

Liu Maolin pursed his lips: "That's right. But it's good, with no one watching, I can fight more freely."

He patted Yang Jing's arm. "As for you, I heard that Shen Lie from that lousy martial arts school is on the seventh arena. You'd better watch out this afternoon."

Yang Jing nodded, saying nothing more, but his gaze swept over Lin Yue, his heart calm and undisturbed.

How others are valued is irrelevant to him; he only needs to walk his own path and play each match well.

Sun Ningxiang counted the heads one by one to make sure all the disciples were present, then walked to Sun Yong's side and whispered, "Father, everyone is here."

Sun Yong grunted in agreement, stood up from the large chair, and dusted off his clothes: "Let's go eat first."

The disciples responded and followed Sun Yong out of the training ground.

As the afternoon wore on, the streets became more crowded. The martial arts group, dressed in matching outfits and walking with steady steps, attracted the attention of many passersby.

Before long, Sun Yong led everyone to stop in front of a large restaurant called "Juxianlou".

This restaurant has three floors, with vermilion doors and copper rings, and a gilded plaque hanging above the door, which shows that it is not a low-class establishment.

"Master, this place isn't cheap, is it?" Xu Hong couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Sun Yong didn't turn around, but said calmly, "There's enough for you today. We have a competition this afternoon, so you'll have to eat something good."

When the waiter saw so many guests, he quickly came forward to greet them.

Sun Yong immediately requested the largest private room. Pushing open the door, he found the room spacious and bright, with two round tables and a view of the street from the window.

The disciples took their seats according to seniority. Sun Yong sat in the main seat, with Sun Ningxiang sitting next to him. Several disciples with internal strength, including Lin Yue, Xu Hong, Zhao Wenzheng, Qi Yun, Liu Maolin, and Yang Jing, sat on either side. Several senior disciples with peak internal strength also sat at the table.

The other Ming Jin disciples sat down at another round table nearby.

Yang Jing's gaze swept across the window, and seeing the street scene outside, he suddenly paused slightly and subconsciously stood up.

(End of this chapter)