Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 63 He dares to kill me? He wants to kill me?!

Dust billowed on the arena, and the wind and shadows of punches intertwined to form an impenetrable wall of air.

Shen Lie's Mountain-Breaking Fist became increasingly fierce, each punch accompanied by a sharp sound that seemed to shatter the air. Wherever his fist swept, the wooden pillar-like edges of the arena crumbled and crumbled.

He stared intently at Yang Jing's fleeting figure, veins bulging on his forehead, his inner strength surging through his meridians, yet he always fell just short.

Yang Jing was like a gust of wind. Just as he was about to be enveloped by the force of the punch, he lightly touched the edge of the ring with his toes and his body had already drifted out by more than ten feet, landing three feet behind Shen Lie.

"boom!"

Shen Lie turned around and threw a punch that missed its mark. His fist embedded itself deeply into the crack in the wooden frame of the arena, sending splinters flying.

He suddenly pulled out his fist, his knuckles were already a little red, and his breathing became heavy.

This was nearly a hundred moves already. His internal energy was like a flood that had been released from its dam. At first, it surged and raged, but now it was gradually showing signs of depletion. Each time he gathered his strength, it was more difficult than the last.

Yang Jing maintained a completely at ease throughout.

His footwork was so fast that it was almost a blur. Sometimes he would skim past Shen Lie's fist like a dragonfly skimming the water, and sometimes he would use the momentum of Shen Lie's punch to spin around to the side. Occasionally, he would collide with Shen Lie's fist, but he could always use his footwork to cleverly deflect some of the force of Shen Lie's punch.

Whenever Shen Lie tried to gather his strength to unleash a killing move, Yang Jing would immediately retreat, never giving him a chance to clash head-on. Once Shen Lie had exhausted his moves, Yang Jing would stick to him like a persistent leech, constantly harassing him.

"Do you dare to fight me head-on?"

Shen Lie finally couldn't hold back any longer. He abruptly pulled back his fist and took half a step back, his chest heaving violently, sweat dripping down his chin onto the ring. "Coward! What kind of skill is it to just hide and run around!"

Yang Jing stopped and stood on the other side of the arena, slightly out of breath, looking at him calmly. There was no anger in his eyes, but rather a hint of mockery, as if he were looking at a reckless brute who didn't know how to adapt.

He lightly flexed his wrist, his voice low but clear: "In martial arts, speed and agility are part of strength. Does one have to take your punch head-on to be considered capable?"

Shen Lie was choked speechless, his breath caught in his chest, and he almost burst into flames.

Looking at Yang Jing's calm and composed demeanor, and then at his own aching and numb arms and his gradually emptying dantian, he felt a surge of frustration rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Even though the opponent didn't use any killer moves or even fight back properly, he just couldn't hit or touch them, yet his internal energy flowed out like a torrent.

This feeling of being unable to exert one's strength is ten times more frustrating than being defeated head-on!
He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, and a low growl like a wild beast escaped his throat, but he could only watch helplessly as Yang Jing moved again.

The figure was still incredibly fast, circling around him. Whenever he tried to avoid the fight and rest, Yang Jing would attack, as if toying with a wild beast trapped in a cage.

"Damn it...damn it!"

Shen Lie's face darkened as he lunged forward again, but his punches were slower than before, leaving more and more openings in his defense.

Yang Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, but remained calm and composed.

Fists and kicks clashed on the stage for dozens of rounds. Shen Lie's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and each punch was tinged with hesitation. The fierce momentum of the Mountain-Breaking Fist had weakened by more than half.

The veins on his forehead bulged, his face turned pale from excessive consumption of internal energy, and his steps began to falter. His previously rock-solid lower body was now somewhat weak.

Yang Jing's figure remained agile, his surging kicks striking the arena with light and rhythmic sounds.

He keenly sensed that the hidden force in Shen Lie's fist was getting weaker and weaker, and the trembling of his arm when blocking was becoming more and more obvious.

The opponent's internal energy should be almost depleted.

The time has come.

A glint flashed in Yang Jing's eyes, and his footwork suddenly changed, no longer simply moving around and dodging.

He was like a streak of blue lightning, advancing instead of retreating, heading straight for Shen Lie's center.

The "Splitting Earth" move of the Mountain-Crushing Fist was suddenly unleashed, the fist wind carrying a thunderous roar, leaving no room for retreat, each move aimed at the weak points of Shen Lie's defense.

Shen Lie's heart tightened, and he subconsciously raised his arm to block, but he only felt a surge of immense force. His arm was instantly numb from the shock, and his internal energy surged chaotically through his meridians, causing a tightness in his chest.

He was shocked to realize that Yang Jing had unknowingly switched from defense to offense, and the force of his fist was several times stronger than when he had tested him before!
"not good!"

Shen Lie thought to himself, wanting to retreat and create distance, but Yang Jing's surging leg held him tightly, keeping up with him with his agile speed.

Yang Jing's figure was like a persistent leech. He feinted with his left fist to distract Yang Jing, while his right leg lashed out like a whip, sweeping towards Yang Jing's side with a whistling sound.

Shen Lie hastily twisted to dodge, but was still hit by the leg wind, and staggered.

Yang Jing seized this fleeting opening, and his right fist slammed forward, landing solidly on Yang Jing's chest with a muffled thud.

"Wow--"

Shen Lie could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the railing at the edge of the arena with a loud "bang," slightly deforming the railing.

He clutched his chest, struggling to get up, his eyes filled with resentment.

He was clearly at the peak of Dark Force, and even considered one of the best among those at the peak of Dark Force. How could he lose to someone who had only recently entered the Dark Force realm?
Moreover, he still had a few trump cards up his sleeve, which were killing moves that could instantly unleash nearly twice the amount of internal energy. But at this moment, his dantian was empty, and he couldn't even mobilize a trace of internal energy. Those trump cards were like scrap metal, completely useless.

Just as he braced himself on his knees, wanting to fight again, a fierce gust of wind rushed towards him, carrying undisguised killing intent, aiming straight for his face!

Shen Lie's pupils contracted sharply, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

The force of that punch was too powerful, carrying a resolute determination to destroy everything in its path; it was clearly meant to take his life!

His mind went blank.

Although the training ground test is said to be "life and death are predestined, and fists and feet have no eyes," it is generally stopped when the blows are made. At most, the blows will result in serious injury, and very few people will go so far as to kill.

Shen Lie had indeed considered seriously injuring Yang Jing, but he had never intended to kill him. However, the coldness in Yang Jing's eyes at this moment was so real that it made his scalp tingle.

"He really wants to kill me!"

The moment this thought crossed Shen Lie's mind, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his previous resentment and anger were instantly replaced by fear.

He could imagine that if he were hit by that punch, his head would explode like a rotten watermelon, and he would die without even a complete corpse.

"No!"

Shen Lie roared, his survival instincts giving him the last bit of strength. He rolled to the side, performing the most pathetic donkey roll.

The fist grazed his scalp as it slammed into the ground, cracking the bluestone slab and sending shards of stone flying. The adjacent special wooden planks were also shaken and developed cracks.

"I give up! I give up!"

Shen Lie scrambled away, his voice distorted with fear, sharp and unlike his own.

He slumped to the ground, his chest heaving violently, cold sweat instantly soaking his back, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Yang Jing. Yang Jing's fist froze in mid-air. Looking at Shen Lie's distraught appearance, the killing intent in his eyes gradually faded, leaving only a trace of helplessness.

The opportunity has already passed. Since the other party has already admitted defeat, it would be a bad move to continue the fight, and it might even cause unnecessary trouble.

He slowly withdrew his fist, and his aura dissipated.

Shen Lie collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his heart pounding wildly as if it were about to leap out of his throat.

Looking at Yang Jing's calm and expressionless face, he felt a chill run through his body.

This guy is ruthless! He actually dared to kill someone in full view of everyone!
Compared to his previous thought of "teaching the other party a lesson," Yang Jing's methods were ruthless, like eradicating the root of the problem.

"you……"

Shen Lie opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, but found that he couldn't even utter a harsh word.

The death threat he felt just now was branded into his mind, giving rise to an indescribable fear of Yang Jing.

Below the ring, outside the fence, the spectator stands were completely silent; everyone was stunned by the breathtaking scene that had just unfolded.

No one expected that this battle for first place would end with Yang Jing's victory.

How could an unknown young man defeat Shen Lie, a young talent renowned throughout Yuhe County?!

Moreover, just now, Shen Lie, who is known for his fierceness, was so frightened by Yang Jing's punch that he hastily admitted defeat. Many people saw his disheveled and pathetic appearance.

Yang Jing stood in the center of the arena, his gaze sweeping over Shen Lie, who was slumped on the ground, and then looking at the stunned crowd below the stage, before slowly exhaling.

From this moment on, the entire Yuhe County should remember the name "Yang Jing".

The deathly silence in the spectator stands outside the seventh arena lasted only a moment before it was engulfed by a sudden burst of exclamations.

The dignitaries and ladies in the front row suddenly stood up from their seats. Some clenched their fists and waved them forcefully, while others subconsciously pounded on the railings in front of them. Cheers surged toward the ring like a tidal wave.

These voices were filled with undisguised excitement, clearly ignited by the dramatic turn of events in this battle.

Looking at the upright figure in the blue robe on the stage, they recalled Yang Jing's transformation from dodging and weaving to suddenly launching an attack, and Shen Lie's hasty roll and changed tone of surrender. They felt it was incredibly exciting!

This is no competition, it's a thrilling comeback!

A dark horse that no one expected to win defied all odds, turning what everyone thought was a sure thing into a dramatic and exciting story, even more so than any legend told by a storyteller.

However, the atmosphere was quite different in some parts of the spectator stands.

Several men dressed in the training uniforms of the Broken Mountain Martial Arts School had livid faces, their fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and their lips pressed into a straight line; none of them wanted to say another word.

Not far away, several of Shen Lie's friends were also sighing. One of them stomped his foot and muttered, "How could he lose... How could that kid's movement technique be so fast?"

Some people looked at Shen Lie, who was slumped on the stage, with complicated expressions, including regret, resentment, and even more so, frustration and sighs.

He clearly had the upper hand for the first few dozen moves, so how did he get worn down so quickly?
They didn't even have a chance to use their trump cards, and in the end, they were forced to admit defeat in a humiliating way. This kind of defeat is really too frustrating.

Further away, several wealthy merchants who had bet on Shen Lie's success in the imperial examinations at an outside casino looked ashen-faced, their tickets crumpled in their hands.

He even made it onto the exam list? He was eliminated in the very first round!

They originally thought this was a sure-fire deal, after all, Shen Lie's reputation was well-established, but who would have thought they would be defeated by an unknown Yang Jing?
Exclamations, cheers, sighs, and whispers mingled together, like a pot of boiling water churning outside the seventh arena.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the crowd and fell onto the arena, casting a long shadow of Yang Jing and spreading the aftershocks of the competition far and wide.

Zhao Yuman stood frozen in place, her feet seemingly rooted to the spot, her gaze fixed on the ring.

Shen Lie leaned weakly against the railing, his chest heaving violently. His usually upright figure was now withered like grass struck by frost. This scene was like a heavy hammer blow to her heart.

"how come--"

She murmured unconsciously, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible even to herself.

Just half an hour ago, she was chatting and laughing with others, confident that Shen Lie would win.

His Mountain-Breaking Fist was so fierce, and his reputation in Yuhe County was so great, while Yang Jing was just a newcomer who had just broken through to the Dark Force realm and had no reputation. It seemed like a duel with no suspense at all.

But now, the man in the blue robe named Yang Jing stood steadily in the center of the arena, though also injured, while Shen Lie...

Suddenly, it felt like something was blocking her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. Her fingers gripped her sleeve tightly, her knuckles turning white.

At that moment, Liu Maolin's cheers from the side pierced through like needles.

"Junior brother, well done!"

"Let's do it! We'll take down Shen Lie, hahaha!"

The voice was sharp and bright, each word like a stone being stuffed into her heart.

Zhao Yuman abruptly turned her face away, her eyes welling up with tears.

It wasn't that she didn't acknowledge Yang Jing's abilities, but the outcome was too sudden, so sudden that it felt like an absurd dream.

She had placed such a huge bet on Shen Lie; the entire family and the entire escort agency were watching her, waiting for Shen Lie to pass the imperial examination and for her to bring him home.

But now, Shen Lie has lost, and he has lost to Yang Jing.

"Yang Jing".

Zhao Yuman pursed her lips tightly. She felt as if she couldn't get past this name. Yang Jing was all she could think about now.

Suddenly, a thought popped into her mind: if she had agreed to accept Yang Jing back then, wouldn't her situation be completely different now?
Why should she bother to curry favor with Shen Lie, or even lower herself so much?

She had a more outstanding young talent pursuing her than Shen Lie, but she pushed him away.

If Yang Jing could be brought to their side, the business of the Zhao Family Escort Agency could expand by at least 50%.

At that moment, even Zhao Yuman herself did not realize that a faint sense of regret had welled up in her heart.

She only felt her mouth and tongue were dry and slightly bitter.

The cheers continued, mixed with the whispers and sighs of those around her, but Zhao Yuman felt as if the whole world had fallen silent, leaving only the heavy stone in her chest, making it almost impossible for her to stand.

(End of this chapter)