Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 60 Sun Yong's Astonishment

Qian Feng's face turned from red to white, and then ashen.

He stared intently at Yang Jing's elusive figure, his heart churning with an unbelievable and turbulent feeling.

How is this possible? This kid's movement speed is incredibly fast!
He seemed unremarkable before, could he have been hiding his true abilities all along?

The agility of his footwork was unlike that of someone who had just entered the Dark Force realm. Every change of direction was precisely timed to coincide with the gaps in his own palm techniques, as if he could see through his moves.

If this continues, I will have no way to use my proud binding force and will only be able to passively take hits!

Humiliation and panic gripped his heart like vines, causing his palm strikes to become somewhat disordered.

Outside the fence, Sun Ningxiang suddenly sprang up from the chair, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her skirt, her eyes wide open.

She had already prepared a comforting message in her mind because she had seen Yang Jing consistently at a disadvantage.

Phrases such as "Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war" and "Try harder next time" are used.

But now, the situation on the stage has completely reversed. Yang Jing's figure is as fast as lightning, and every punch precisely tears through Qian Feng's defense. The accumulated injuries are gradually eroding Qian Feng's resistance. The advantage is so obvious that even she, who is not a master of internal strength, can see it clearly.

"He...he actually..."

Sun Ningxiang muttered to herself, her face almost overflowing with surprise.

I thought I was going to comfort the loser, but I never expected to witness a thrilling comeback.

She gazed at Yang Jing's agile yet powerful figure, the words of comfort she had prepared stuck in her throat, turning into a silent gasp of amazement.

The sounds of fists and palms colliding on the ring grew louder and louder, each sound like a blow to her heart, making her lean forward involuntarily, afraid of missing the next moment.

In the arena.

Qian Feng's palm strikes were completely out of control.

The successive injuries made his internal energy circulation sluggish, making it difficult to concentrate the binding force of the Wind-Splitting Palm, and the flaws revealed between the palm shadows became larger and larger.

The panic in his heart grew wildly like weeds, the certainty in his eyes was replaced by panic, and even his breathing became heavy.

Just then, Yang Jing suddenly increased his speed.

He seized the moment when Qian Feng withdrew his Wind-Splitting Palm, and suddenly unleashed the power of his Surging Wave Kick, his figure rushing forward like an arrow, almost touching the wind from Qian Feng's palm as he approached to his side.

Qian Feng was shocked and hurriedly reached out to protect his chest, but it was too late.

Yang Jing's fist, carrying a powerful and hidden force capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks, broke through his central defense like a heavy hammer, and with a muffled "thud," it landed solidly on his chest.

Qian Feng felt an immense force surge towards him, as if he had been hit by a raging bull. His blood and qi surged instantly, and a metallic taste filled his throat.

He instinctively stepped back, trying to create distance and regroup, but Yang Jing gave him no chance.

The second punch came right away, at a tricky angle, aimed straight for his heart!
This punch was faster and more ruthless, with its hidden power concentrated to the extreme. Under the sunlight, the surface of the fist seemed to gleam with a faint white light.

Qian Feng had no way to avoid it and could only watch helplessly as the fist grew larger in front of him, and he was struck hard in the chest again.

"Wow--"

Qian Feng could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood. His body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the ropes at the edge of the arena before bouncing back onto the blue brick ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He struggled to get up, but found that his bones felt like they were falling apart, his chest was in excruciating pain, his internal energy had completely dissipated, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.

Yang Jing stood still, fists clenched, his breathing slightly rapid, his heart racing, but his eyes remained calm and steady.

When it comes to fighting at the level of internal strength, victory or defeat often hinges on a single moment. Being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to oneself. He used all his strength in those two punches just now.

Qian Feng lay on the ground, staring at the sky above, blood continuously spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He was overwhelmed by immense frustration.

He thought he had this young man, who had just entered the Dark Force realm, figured out how to win without getting hurt, but reality gave him a harsh slap in the face.

He recalled Yang Jing's agile movements and the powerful, hidden force in his opponent's fists, which was no less than his own, and felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

So this kid had been hiding his true abilities all along!

The previous composure was not feigned calmness, but genuine confidence!

His proud Wind-Splitting Palm technique ultimately succumbed to the opponent's power and speed.

"I surrender."

Qian Feng managed to utter three words, his voice hoarse and filled with an indescribable complexity.

There was resentment, humiliation, and a hint of awe at Yang Jing's strength.

He turned his head to look at Yang Jing, who was standing in the center of the arena. The sunlight outlined the young but composed profile of the other party. He suddenly realized that he had underestimated this silent and somewhat low-key opponent from the very beginning.

The arena was silent, save for Qian Feng's heavy breathing and the occasional cough of blood.

At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in official attire stepped onto the arena. His gaze swept over Qian Feng, who was lying on the ground in a disheveled state, and Yang Jing, who was breathing steadily. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He then cleared his throat and announced in a dignified voice: "The first match of the fourth round, Yang Jing of the Sun Family Martial Arts School wins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a brief silence in the audience and outside the nearby railing, followed by a buzz of discussion.

All eyes turned to Yang Jing as he stepped off the stage, filled with surprise, astonishment, and curiosity, like countless invisible needles piercing his gaze.

No one expected this outcome.

Before this, Yang Jing was just an inconspicuous martial artist with mediocre combat record, a quiet personality, and no reputation. He was so inconspicuous that he would not make a ripple in a crowd.

Qian Feng was a well-established master of internal strength, and was quite famous in Yuhe County. No one thought Yang Jing had a chance of winning.

"Yang Jing won? Qian Feng lost? Just like that? I even bet with my friends that Qian Feng would get the top spot on the seventh stage, and he just lost like that?" Someone rubbed their eyes, as if they hadn't seen the two clean and decisive punches just now.

"Impressive! I underestimated him before. Yang Jing from the Sun Family Martial Arts School? I'll remember him. Even if he's eliminated this year, he might actually pass the training ground test someday."

Amidst the murmurs, Chen Wu stood at the front of the crowd, looking at Yang Jing with a complex expression.

He stroked the stubble on his chin, recalling the scene of Yang Jing defeating Qian Feng on the stage just now, and muttered to himself, "Qian Feng's loss was not unjust. This guy is strong and powerful, and his movements are agile and cunning. Even I find it troublesome to face him. I'm afraid the movement-based martial art he practices is about to break through to the Ming Jin level."

The warriors fighting outside the fence were in an uproar.

Some were surprised that they had misjudged him, while others began to inquire about Yang Jing's background. Some of the more shrewd were already considering whether to befriend him in advance.

Some people from prominent families in Yuhe County secretly memorized Yang Jing's name, thinking they could consider sponsoring and training him after the military exam. His ability to defeat Qian Feng was impressive, even among masters of internal energy. Yang Jing seemed oblivious to the stares around him, steadily walking off the stage.

He could feel the burning gazes behind him and guess the surprise of the crowd. He felt excited and thrilled, but his face remained expressionless, as calm as before.

For him, this victory was expected. His previous restraint was simply to avoid revealing his strength too early and causing trouble. Now that he was facing such a master of internal strength, he could no longer deliberately restrain his strength.

Moreover, Yang Jing was well aware that this was only the beginning.

To pass the training ground test, at least two more battles are needed.

And every battle that followed was a truly difficult and tough one!
Outside the fence.

Sun Ningxiang stared at the figure walking down from the arena, her mouth slightly open, the surprise in her eyes rippling outwards like a pebble thrown into a lake.

They really won.

Did Junior Brother Yang Jing really win?!
She remembered chatting with her father last night, during which he commented on several of the disciples with hidden strength in the martial arts school. When talking about Junior Brother Yang Jing, he said that Yang Jing would definitely stop in the fourth round. As long as his luck wasn't too bad, he would most likely face Ming Jin martial artists in the first three rounds. Although Junior Brother Yang Jing was only a beginner in hidden strength, he should still have no problem dealing with Ming Jin martial artists.

But starting from the fourth round, the probability of facing a master of internal strength increases significantly.

Yang Jing has only recently entered the realm of Dark Force and lacks practical experience, so he is certainly no match for someone with Dark Force.

Especially since his opponent in the fourth round is Qian Feng.

The Iron Sand Palm technique of Lieyang Martial Arts School is famously tough in Yuhe County, and Qian Feng is one of the best among the core disciples of Lieyang Martial Arts School.

But just now, she saw it clearly: when Yang Jing avoided a head-on collision and circled around to the side, his lightning-fast elbow strike clearly carried the techniques of the Sun Family Martial Arts School to skillfully deflect force, yet it was more precise than that practiced by most of the school's disciples. It was as clean and crisp as a paper cutter slicing through rice paper, showing a wealth of practical experience.

Yang Jing's gaze swept around, and when he saw that familiar and beautiful figure, he was slightly taken aback. "Senior Sister Ningxiang?"

He had just noticed that Sun Ningxiang had somehow appeared.

They were standing right outside the fence, looking right at me.

Yang Jing smiled gently and nodded at Sun Ningxiang.

When Sun Ningxiang noticed that Yang Jing had seen her and smiled gently at her, her heart felt like it had been lightly bumped. She smiled back, then raised her arm and made a fist gesture in Yang Jing's direction.

After doing all that, she quickly turned and left, walking briskly towards her father.

Banners fluttered around the drill ground, and the stands were filled with dignitaries from all over the county.

Sun Ningxiang lifted her skirt and walked through the crowd. The thin layer of sweat on her forehead was blown away by the wind, bringing a touch of coolness.

Pushing through the crowd, I finally saw the familiar area outside the fence of the third arena.

The disciples of Sun's Martial Arts School gathered there, their bluish-gray martial arts uniforms standing out in the crowd.

Sun Yong was sitting in a large chair, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan. His gaze was fixed on the third arena in front of him, but his brows were slightly furrowed, clearly worried about Lin Yue who was about to appear.

"Master, do you think Senior Brother Lin can win this time? I heard his opponent is 'Iron Arm' Zhang Meng, that guy's hard skills are amazing." A young disciple rubbed his hands together, his tone a little nervous.

The senior brother next to him chimed in, "Don't worry, Senior Brother Lin is exceptionally talented, with superior physique. He's only one step away from the peak of Dark Force, and his combat ability is beyond question. Dealing with Zhang Meng shouldn't be a problem..."

Amidst the murmurs, Sun Ningxiang approached Sun Yong, still catching her breath, and called out, "Father! Junior Brother Yang Jing, he..."

The voice wasn't loud, but it drew the attention of all the disciples around.

Or rather, Sun Ningxiang was always the focus of attention for many disciples.

Sun Yong put down his palm-leaf fan, looked up at his daughter, and saw that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were shining. He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Tell me slowly, has something happened to Yang Jing?"

His heart skipped a beat, wondering if Yang Jing had lost the match and was seriously injured.
This happens frequently in the training grounds, since combat is inherently difficult to control; fists and feet have no eyes.

Sun Ningxiang took a deep breath, suppressing her excitement, and said, word by word, "Father, Junior Brother Yang Jing won! He defeated Qian Feng from the Lieyang Martial Arts School and advanced to the fifth round!"

"What?" Sun Yong was stunned, his hand holding the palm-leaf fan paused, and his eyes were filled with astonishment. "Say it again? Yang Jing... won against Qian Feng?"

The surrounding disciples were in an uproar, all dumbfounded.

"You beat Qian Feng? That's a veteran of the hidden strength technique!"

"Senior Brother Yang is that good? I thought he wasn't good at real combat, but wow, he actually beat Qian Feng from Lieyang Martial Arts School!"

"Qian Feng's Wind-Splitting Palm is so troublesome, yet Senior Brother Yang actually..."

"Who is Qian Feng? Senior Brother Wang, who is Qian Feng? Is he very powerful?"

The disciples around them were whispering amongst themselves.

Sun Ningxiang nodded vigorously, recalling the two crisp and powerful punches on the stage just now, and said with certainty, "It's absolutely true! I saw it with my own eyes. Junior Brother Yang Jing's last two punches sent Qian Feng flying, and Qian Feng surrendered on the spot! He has now advanced to the final round of the seventh stage, and the battle for the top spot on the seventh stage will begin soon!"

Sun Yong stared blankly at his daughter.

He recalled Yang Jing's usual demeanor at the martial arts school: always practicing boxing quietly, not saying much, and never competing. Who would have thought that this seemingly unremarkable disciple would give him such a pleasant surprise today?

"Good boy."

Sun Yong murmured, a smile gradually appearing in his eyes. The brows that had been furrowed with worry for Lin Yue earlier slowly relaxed.

A disciple nearby shouted excitedly, "Master, Junior Brother Yang has made it to the fifth round! He might just win first place!"

Sun Yong shook his head, but couldn't help but smile slightly: "Getting first place is too difficult. Aren't all the remaining ones tough opponents? Reaching this point is already much better than I expected."

He knew in his heart that his opponent in the fifth round would definitely be a true master of the peak of internal strength. Yang Jing was already at his limit in defeating Qian Feng. Going any further would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

But what does it matter?

Sun Yong picked up his teacup and took a sip of the now-cold tea, but found it tasted even better than when it was freshly brewed.

Looking at the young figure in the center of the training ground, he suddenly realized that he might have really misjudged his master before.

At this moment, Qi Yun walked over from a distance.

She lowered her head and approached Sun Yong.

She had just lost in the fourth round and felt terrible. She remembered her master's words, "Just do your best and don't embarrass the martial arts school," and felt even more ashamed.

"Master," she whispered, her voice barely audible, thick with a nasal tone, "I...I've lost."

(End of this chapter)