Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 59 Battle Against Hidden Strength

When Sun Ningxiang came around from the third arena, her brows were still slightly furrowed.

These past few days, my father has been talking about Lin Yue constantly, his words full of praise. He says Lin Yue has outstanding talent, a limitless future, and is the most promising disciple in this year's martial arts tournament to bring honor to the school and carry the torch for the future.
In her opinion, although Junior Brother Lin Yue was exceptionally talented, he was too young and impetuous, arrogant towards his fellow disciples, and lacked composure.

Sun Ningxiang shook her head inwardly, her pace quickening unconsciously, and before she knew it, she had arrived at the seventh arena.

Her gaze swept over the fenced area, and she suddenly stopped in her tracks. There was a familiar figure under the arena; who else could it be but Yang Jing?
Sun Ningxiang raised an eyebrow.

This junior brother Yang Jing is usually quiet and reserved in the martial arts school, only practicing his boxing. I rarely paid attention to him in the past, but now he has actually made it into the top four.

But then she thought about it again and felt relieved.

Yang Jing is, after all, a martial artist with internal strength. Most of his opponents in the previous rounds were martial artists with external strength. Although he had opponents with internal strength, they were few and far between, and he might not have encountered them. It is reasonable that he has reached this point.

But... she looked at the other three people in the room.

Shen Lie exuded a calm and collected aura, Qian Feng had a cunning look in his eyes, and Chen Wu was full of fierce courage. Which one of them wasn't a well-known master of internal strength?

Shen Lie, in particular, is said to have a profound understanding of the Mountain-Breaking Fist. Every punch and kick carries the power to shatter mountains and split rocks. Senior Brother Xu Hong once fought him briefly and was at a disadvantage. If the fight continued, he would probably be no match for him.

Sun Ningxiang sighed softly.

Yang Jingcai had only recently broken through to the Dark Force realm, and his internal strength was still shallow. Among Dark Force martial artists, he was probably only considered a bottom-tier one.

In the next round of four to two, no matter who they face, they will likely have little chance of winning.

"Junior Brother Yang Jing is most likely to be eliminated."

She thought this to herself, but for some reason, she felt a little worried for him.

Although Junior Brother Yang Jing was a man of few words, he was quite calm and composed. He never slacked off when practicing his boxing, and was a well-known hard-working disciple in the martial arts school. Compared to Lin Yue's flamboyance, he was more pleasing to the eye.

The imperial court placed many chairs throughout the drill ground for dignitaries and nobles to observe.

Sun Ningxiang found a chair not far from the arena and sat down, deciding to wait there for a while.

After Yang Jing lost the match, they called him to go back to his father's place together, so that he wouldn't be left alone and embarrassed after losing the match.

Inside the enclosure, a middle-aged man dressed as an official stepped onto the arena, ready to announce the match-up list. Sun Ningxiang's gaze fell on Yang Jing, and seeing that he remained calm and composed, she felt a mix of indescribable emotions.

Perhaps he himself knew that this was the limit.

At the edge of the eighth arena, Xu Hong was pondering the upcoming match when he inadvertently glanced up and saw Sun Ningxiang not far away.

A smile immediately appeared on his face, and he raised his hand to greet her: "Ningxiang, what brings you here? Did you come to watch my match?"

He called out twice, but Sun Ningxiang's gaze went straight past him and landed on the direction of the seventh arena, her eyes focused, clearly indicating that she hadn't heard him.

Xu Hong followed her gaze and saw Yang Jing standing below the arena, adjusting his breathing. It turned out he was looking at the seventh arena.

Xu Hong's hand froze in mid-air. After a pause, he awkwardly withdrew it, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing against his sleeve.

He watched Sun Ningxiang lean forward slightly, her lips pressed tightly together and her brows furrowed occasionally, clearly indicating that she was focused entirely on the events on the seventh arena.

Xu Hong shook his head helplessly, a hint of brotherly indulgence in his eyes, "This girl."

The seventh arena.

A middle-aged man dressed in official attire stood in the center of the arena, flipping the roster to a folded page, and announced in a deep voice: "Round 4, the first match of the semi-finals, Yang Jing of Sun Family Martial Arts School versus Qian Feng of Lieyang Martial Arts School."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jing slowly stood up.

His back was ramrod straight, and although there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes, there was absolutely no trace of timidity.

So what if someone is a master of internal strength?
He himself was also at the Dark Force realm, and their levels were roughly equal.

He quickly wrung out the thin layer of sweat from his palms, and the calluses on his fists rubbed against the rough fabric, bringing a familiar sense of security.

This was the first time he had encountered an opponent with internal strength in the training grounds, and it was also the first time he had truly fought a martial artist of the same level head-on.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous, after all, my opponent had been immersing himself in internal martial arts for many years, and his methods were certainly shrewd and experienced.

But beneath this tension lies an even greater excitement of anticipation.

He had mastered the Mountain-Crushing Fist, and he also had the ultimate technique, the Surging Wave Kick, which he had yet to reveal. He was confident in this battle.

"Finally, I can experience the feeling of exchanging internal force."

Yang Jing silently recited the mantra in his mind and stepped steadily onto the arena.

Each step felt like gathering strength, with internal energy slowly circulating in the dantian, silently spreading along the meridians and throughout the body.

He stood opposite Qian Feng, his gaze calm yet sharp, like a sword drawn from its sheath, its edge just beginning to show.

Qian Feng had also taken the stage. Seeing that Yang Jing was calm and showed no sign of panic, he frowned slightly.

But then I thought again that the other person might be pretending to be calm.

Even if a young man who has just entered the Dark Force realm has some skill, how could he possibly overcome this hurdle?
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a confident smile curving his lips.

Compared to Shen Lie's domineering nature and Chen Wu's ferocity, Yang Jing is undoubtedly the easiest to deal with.

First, win this match easily against Yang Jing, then compete for first place. Ideally, Shen Lie and Chen Wu should both be severely injured, which would greatly increase our chances of winning.

He looked at Yang Jing, slowly assumed a fighting stance, and quietly circulated his inner strength, preparing to use his most proficient Wind-Splitting Palm internal energy to probe the opponent's strength first.

Yang Jing met Qian Feng's gaze, his arms slightly lowered, the starting stance of the Mountain-Crushing Fist seemed ordinary, but in fact, his internal strength was already accumulating and ready to be released.

He could vaguely sense the subtle energy fluctuations emanating from the other party; they weren't too strong, but they carried a hint of yin-like, entangling energy.

"The entangling force of the Wind-Splitting Palm?"

He mentally reviewed the other party's tactics, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

The air around the arena grew increasingly heavy, and many people watched with bated breath.

Yang Jing took a deep breath, suppressing the nervousness of encountering an opponent of the same realm for the first time, and replacing it with a fighting spirit eager to try.

This battle will be a perfect opportunity for him to see just how strong his hidden strength truly is.

"start!"

As soon as the middle-aged official finished speaking, he retreated from the edge of the arena like an arrow, leaving two figures poised to strike on the arena.

Qian Feng was the first to move.

He moved with lightning speed, leaping out like a cat, his palms flashing as he slapped Yang Jing's face with a whooshing sound.

The Splitting Wind Palm emphasizes "speed, entangling, and skill." The edge of the palm gleams with a faint, dark, powerful sheen. Before even getting close, the soft, entangling force coils around Yang Jing like spider silk, seemingly trying to lock down his movements. Yang Jing neither dodges nor avoids, but lowers his waist and stands firmly, clenching his right fist tightly. The fierce internal energy of the Mountain-Crushing Fist gathers on the surface of his fist, and he unleashes it to meet the palm wind.

"boom!"

Their fists and palms collided, producing a dull, loud thud. The force of the impact scattered, causing their clothes to flutter wildly.

Qian Feng felt an unparalleled force surge through his arm, making his hand go numb. He took two steps back before regaining his balance.

His expression changed slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

That force... how is that possible?!
Yang Jingming is clearly a junior who has just entered the Dark Force realm, yet his internal strength is so profound.

Having immersed himself in internal energy cultivation for many years, he was only one step away from the peak. He had used seventy percent of his strength in that palm strike just now, yet his opponent had steadily blocked it, and he even felt a slight sense of being suppressed.

The strength of this internal energy is clearly almost the same as mine!
Little did he know that while Yang Jing was mastering the "Crushing Mountain Fist," he was also learning another martial art, and had even mastered it to the level of Ming Jin, developing internal strength!

Combining these two factors, although Yang Jing had only recently entered the realm of Dark Force, his internal strength was not much weaker than that of an ordinary veteran Dark Force master.

"impossible!"

Qian Feng was shocked. His previous confidence crumbled instantly, replaced by a sense of panic.

He gritted his teeth and lunged forward again, unleashing his Wind-Splitting Palm technique. The palm shadows were numerous, each palm carrying a subtle, entangling force, either attacking vital points or deflecting force, making his moves increasingly cunning.

Yang Jing responded calmly, his Bengshan Fist was wide and powerful, the wind of his fists was fierce, and he protected his body completely.

Although his internal strength was fierce, he could control it freely. Whenever Qian Feng's entangling force tried to entangle him, he would slightly change his move and use skillful force to deflect it, while at the same time using the force to counterattack, making his punches even more rapid.

The two exchanged blows on the ring, the sounds of fists and feet clashing filled the air, their figures flashing past like lightning.

To outsiders, the two sides were evenly matched, exchanging blows and their moves were so similar that it was difficult to determine who was superior.

But Yang Jing felt increasingly at ease.

He could clearly sense that Qian Feng's internal strength, though seemingly gentle, was not much stronger than his own, and in terms of raw power, it was even weaker.

More importantly, he did not fully unleash the surging waves kick, but subtly incorporated some of the agility of leg techniques into his footwork.

Even so, his speed and agility had already gained the upper hand. Several times, when Qian Feng's palm strikes were about to hit him, he skillfully dodged them and instead sent his fists close to his opponent, forcing Qian Feng to retreat in a sorry state.

"Qian Feng's entangling force is powerful, but it can't keep up with my speed."

Yang Jing understood, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

He deliberately created an opening, causing Qian Feng to unleash both palms simultaneously, his entangling force surging like a tidal wave.

Just then, Yang Jing subtly moved his feet, quietly unleashing the "Wave Flip" move of the Surging Wave Kick. His body slid half a foot out like a fish swimming in water, just avoiding the palm strike. At the same time, his right fist was poised to strike, aiming straight for Qian Feng's ribs.

Qian Feng was shocked to see this and hastily parried with his palm, but he was already half a beat too late.

With a loud "thud," a fist grazed his arm. Although it didn't land, the powerful, hidden force made his blood surge.

He staggered backward, and looking into Yang Jing's calm eyes, a chill ran through him for the first time.

This is hardly a novice who has just entered the Dark Force realm! This is clearly a tough nut to crack, pretending to be weak while actually being strong!
My previous underestimation was a complete joke!
The dull thuds of fists and palms striking each other echoed continuously on the ring.

Yang Jing's Mountain-Crushing Fist was fierce and powerful, each punch accompanied by a sharp sound of wind breaking, forcing Qian Feng to rely on the entangling force of the Wind-Splitting Palm to barely deflect the force.

Although Qian Feng's palm technique was as soft and dense as a net, Yang Jing always managed to evade his core attacks with seemingly casual steps, instead repeatedly revealing his weaknesses.

Below the arena, Shen Lie's eyes narrowed slightly, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the hem of his clothes.

He could see clearly that Yang Jing's footwork, though seemingly chaotic, was actually precisely timed to coincide with Qian Feng's changes of moves. Despite being a powerful and forceful style of punches, it possessed a strange and agile quality.

This is definitely not the kind of movement technique that the Mountain-Crushing Fist should have.

"Tsk," Shen Lie let out a soft snort, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes before his expression darkened again.

This Yang Jing actually had some hidden martial arts techniques? He's quite cunning.

The Mountain-Crushing Fist emphasizes strength, while the Body Technique emphasizes agility. The two styles are inherently contradictory, yet he dares to practice both at the same time!

Shen Lie's brows furrowed even more, as if something had been poking at his heart.

"idiot."

He muttered a curse under his breath, his eyes full of mockery.

While young and full of energy, one should delve deeply into a martial art. Since Yang Jing practices the Bengshan Fist, he should focus on continuing to develop in this area. The Bengshan Fist originally had a promising future, but now that he has scattered his energy to other martial arts, he may not be able to go as far as he could.

It's a waste of one's natural talent.

Shen Lie felt that since Yang Jing was able to break through the Dark Force, he subconsciously felt that his physical constitution must be at least average or above.

Instead of focusing on practicing the excellent Bengshan Fist, he insisted on learning other martial arts, which scattered his energy. In the end, he didn't master either of them and only made his own mistakes!
If he still can't develop internal strength in this second martial art after ten or eight years, and can't even overcome the hurdle of developing internal strength, then let's see if he can still laugh out loud.

Shen Lie looked up at the arena again and saw Yang Jing spin around to avoid Qian Feng's palm strike, then throw a punch at his opponent's shoulder, causing Qian Feng to stagger backward. A cold smile appeared on Shen Lie's lips.

So what if he has an extra movement technique? So what if he's faster? When he faces my Mountain-Breaking Fist, every punch to the bone and every move to stick to the body, let's see how he can dodge those fancy movements!
Just a few punches will be enough to teach him what real hard skills are.

He leaned back in his chair, his fingertips hovering in mid-air. His eyes held a mixture of contempt and certainty. He had already seen through Yang Jing's true strength and weakness; Yang Jing's abilities were not worth his attention.

On the stage, the wind of punches and the shadow of palms intertwined, and the fierceness of the Mountain-Crushing Fist and the entangling force of the Wind-Splitting Palm collided more and more intensely.

Yang Jing moved nimbly, his figure darting around Qian Feng like a ghost. The hidden power of the Mountain-Crushing Fist was infused into his fists, each punch carrying a thunderous roar.

He seized the opportunity when Qian Feng retracted his Wind-Splitting Palm, feinted with his left fist to distract the opponent, and then thrust his right fist forward, the wind of the punch grazing Qian Feng's shoulder.

With a "hiss," Qian Feng's clothes were torn at the shoulder by the force of the punch, and a bloody mark instantly appeared.

Qian Feng felt the pain and launched a rapid counterattack with his Splitting Wind Palm, but Yang Jing skillfully dodged it using the momentum of his sideways movement.

Before he could regain his footing, Yang Jing had already circled around to his side and behind him, striking Qian Feng's lower back with a powerful elbow blow.

Qian Feng groaned and staggered forward half a step. The pain in his lower back shot up his spine to the top of his head, slowing his palm strike by half a beat.

"hateful!"

Qian Feng gritted his teeth, gathering his inner strength in his palm, trying to entangle Yang Jing's movements.

But Yang Jing's movements were incredibly fast. He spun around like a whirlwind, his fist grazing his ribs, the force of which made Qian Feng's cheek sting.

In a short while, Qian Feng suffered several more shallow wounds on his arms and waist. Although they were not serious, they were like a lingering infection, pulling at his flesh with every movement, making his Wind-Splitting Palm increasingly sluggish.

(End of this chapter)