Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 75 Top Five
Xu Guangwei took a deep breath, suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his mind, grinned maliciously, and moved again.

He was even faster, moving like a gray shadow around Yang Jing's body. His claw techniques were cunning and ruthless, targeting vulnerable spots such as joints and ribs. His fingertips flashed with cold light, clearly showing that he was using great force.

Yang Jing remained calm and composed, unleashing his surging leg technique, his figure elusive, perfectly avoiding his opponent's tricky attacks.

At the same time, he clenched his fists and unleashed one Mountain-Crushing Fist after another.

The fists whistled through the air, fierce and powerful, protecting the entire body completely.

Each clash of fists and claws produced a dull thud, and the wooden planks of the ring creaked from the force of their feet.

Xu Guangwei grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

He originally thought that Yang Jing's internal energy must have been severely depleted after a series of fierce battles, and that he could defeat him with just a little pressure.

But Yang Jing in front of him not only showed no signs of exhaustion, but was surprisingly powerful, and the force of his fists was getting stronger and stronger, even showing a tendency to suppress his claw techniques.

"impossible!"

Xu Guangwei let out a low roar and suddenly changed his move, his claw technique becoming increasingly vicious. He feinted with his left claw to distract Yang Jing, while his right claw shot out like a venomous snake, aiming straight for Yang Jing's heart.

This claw strike was as fast as lightning, and the angle was extremely tricky.

Yang Jing's pupils contracted slightly. Instead of retreating, he advanced, his surging leg kick tracing a strange arc, narrowly avoiding the fatal claw.

At the same time, he gathered power in his right fist, revealing the essence of the Mountain-Crushing Fist, and with a loud "boom," he struck straight at Xu Guangwei's face.

Xu Guangwei had no time to react and hastily raised his arm to block.

With a "crack," he felt a sharp pain in his arm, staggered back several steps, and his face finally changed.

From initial disdain, to astonishment, and now to solemnity.

He stared intently at Yang Jing, as if he were seeing this person for the first time: "You...how could you..."

Yang Jing stood still, his breathing slightly rapid, his knuckles slightly red, but his eyes were steady: "When exchanging blows, it's all about strength, not conjecture."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Guangwei pounced again. This time, he dared not underestimate him in the slightest. He increased his speed and strength to the extreme, and his claw shadows filled the sky, covering all of Yang Jing's vital points.

Yang Jing's eyes sharpened, and his combination of the Mountain-Crushing Fist and the Surging Waves Kick became increasingly exquisite. His fist was like a collapsing rock, and his leg was like a surging wave. Sometimes he would strike head-on, and sometimes he would dodge skillfully. The wind of his fist and the shadow of his leg intertwined to form a light screen that integrated offense and defense.

Wood chips flew everywhere on the arena as the two figures moved so fast they almost blended into one.

No one expected that what was thought to be an easy victory for Xu Guangwei would turn into such a fierce and evenly matched contest.

Xu Guangwei's speed remained astonishing, while Yang Jing's internal strength was as steady as a rock. For a time, neither could gain the upper hand, and the outcome was uncertain.

Time passes slowly.

The two exchanged blows repeatedly, and soon nearly a hundred moves had passed.

The muffled thuds of fists colliding on the ring grew increasingly rapid. Xu Guangwei's figure was no longer as swift as before, and his movements became sluggish. Beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks and splashed onto the wooden board, leaving a small wet patch.

He could clearly feel his internal energy rapidly dissipating. The frenzied attack just now had exhausted most of his strength, and the soreness and numbness in his arms surged like a tide, causing even his claw techniques to lose some of their cunning.

In contrast, Yang Jing, though also breathing heavily, still had eyes as sharp as an eagle.

The ferocity of the Mountain-Crushing Fist remained undiminished, and the footwork of the Surging Wave Kick was still agile. Wherever the wind from the punches swept, the air trembled.

Within his body, the residual medicinal power of that mysterious pill seeped into his meridians like a gentle stream, transforming into pure internal energy to fill the gaps in his strength. This was the key to his ability to fight for a long time without waning.

"How is this possible... How can your internal energy still be so powerful?"

Xu Guangwei was panting heavily, his claw technique was showing signs of weakness, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and panic.

He figured that his internal energy reserves at the peak of Dark Force should surpass Yang Jing's. Even if Yang Jing had taken pills beforehand, he should have reached his limit long ago. But this person in front of him seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

Little did he know that the Hundred Herbs Elixir that Yang Jing took was far more than any ordinary elixir.

Yang Jing remained silent, responding only with his fist techniques.

He seized the opportunity when Xu Guangwei changed his move, and with a sudden half step forward, his body spun like a top, dodging the opponent's feint with his left claw. He gathered all his strength in his right fist, and with a whistling sound, he unleashed the Rock-Splitting Fist from an incredible angle, aiming straight for Xu Guangwei's chest.

The punch came too fast. Xu Guangwei had exhausted his old strength and had not yet generated new strength, so he had no time to defend.

He felt an immense force strike his chest, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. His internal energy instantly dissipated, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

"Oh!"

Xu Guangwei crashed heavily into the ring railing, causing the railing to tremble violently.

Then he slid to the ground, a metallic taste rising in his throat, and he vomited a mouthful of blood, staining the wooden plank in front of him red.

Immediately afterwards, several more mouthfuls of blood and foam gushed out, clearly indicating that the injury was quite serious.

Yang Jing did not pursue, but stood still with his fists clenched, his chest rising and falling slightly.

He could feel that the last trace of medicinal power in his body had been exhausted, but at this moment, he had firmly gained the upper hand.

Xu Guangwei struggled to lift his head, looking at Yang Jing's tall figure, and the last trace of hope in his eyes was extinguished.

He knew he had lost, utterly and completely.

Continuing to push through will only worsen the injury and may even ruin his future in martial arts.

"I surrender."

Xu Guangwei's voice was hoarse and broken, carrying an indescribable bitterness.

As he uttered those three words, it was as if all his strength had been drained away. He collapsed to the ground, unable to move any further.

After Xu Guangwei conceded defeat, the silver-armored captain stepped onto the arena with steady steps, the crisp sound of the armor plates colliding overpowering the silence in the arena.

His gaze swept over Xu Guangwei, who was lying on the ground, and then looked at Yang Jing, who was standing in the center of the ring. He said in a deep voice, "By ruling, Yang Jing wins!"

The moment the words were spoken, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the audience.

Many people did not expect that this little-known disciple of the Sun family martial arts school would be able to overcome all obstacles and defeat even He Han and Xu Guangwei. Xu Guangwei, in particular, was quite famous among the younger generation in Yuhe County. Who would have thought that he would be defeated by Yang Jingquan?

"Yang Jing has been hiding his true abilities far too well!"

"Even Xu Guangwei lost, the Sun Family Martial Arts School is really going to steal the spotlight this time!"

"Fifth place! That's a very good chance of making the list!"

A chorus of voices rose up, mixed with amazement and praise. Countless eyes were focused on Yang Jing, filled with admiration, curiosity, and a touch of contemplation.

Inside the light purple curtains on the west side of the spectator stands.

Jinlian picked up the teacup and gently brushed her fingertips across the warm cup.

Looking at the tired yet upright figure on the stage, a faint smile appeared on her lips, and a hint of understanding crossed her eyes.

She knew all too well the effects of the Hundred Herbs Elixir. It could not only restore one's peak condition in a short time, but also nourish the meridians and aid in enlightenment. Given Yang Jing's resilience, it was only natural that he would use this to defeat Xu Guangwei.

If even this step cannot be accomplished, it would be a great disappointment to her, and it would not be worth her further effort.

She put down her teacup and whispered to the maid beside her, "It seems I wasn't wrong about you."

Beside the fence, Liu Maolin was already flushed with excitement, his hands gripping the wooden railing tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He watched Yang Jing walk off the stage, his eyes slightly warming.

the fifth place!
This is the best result for Sun's Martial Arts School in nearly ten years!

According to the rules of previous years, the fifth place has at least an 80% chance of making the list, and Yang Jing really did it, truly bringing honor to the martial arts school!

Liu Maolin had been worried that Yang Jing would follow in Lin Yue's footsteps and be seriously injured in the ring before he could admit defeat.

Therefore, he kept telling Yang Jing that once he realized there was no hope of winning, he should admit defeat without hesitation and never force himself to keep going!

But now, Yang Jing has made it to fifth place in the ranking battle!

There is a great chance that I can make it onto this year's list of successful candidates in the military examination and obtain a semi-official position. Even the patriarchs of those powerful clans would have to treat me with deference.

The other disciples from the Sun family martial arts school nearby were even more excited, gesturing wildly and chattering amongst themselves:

"Senior Brother Yang is amazing! He even beat Xu Guangwei!"

"Now, maybe someone from our martial arts school will finally make it onto the training field leaderboard!"

"Tell Master when we get back, so he can be happy too!"

Liu Maolin patted the shoulders of several junior disciples with the Ming Jin skill with a smile, but his eyes kept following Yang Jing's back. He felt an indescribable excitement and satisfaction.

He could almost see that the Sun Family Martial Arts School's signboard would shine even brighter and more prominently in the martial arts world of Yuhe County because of this young man named Yang Jing.

Inside the fence.

When Yang Jing stepped off the main arena, his steps were still a little heavy. The continuous force of the Mountain-Crushing Fist and the long period of high-intensity confrontation had made his muscles slightly sore.

He glanced at Xu Guangwei beside him. The man was clutching his chest, each step aggravating his injury. He staggered, his face as pale as paper, and even his usually sharp eyes had dimmed.

This guy was injured even more severely.

Xu Guangwei kept his head down, his jawline taut.

He felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart, making him feel very depressed.

Sixth place—this result felt like a thorn in my side.

He had thought that he could take advantage of his victory over Yang Jing to secure fifth place, and even have a chance to go further.

In the end, however, he was defeated by an opponent he had never truly taken seriously.

The number of places in the school examination was extremely limited. Although sixth place was not too bad, it was far less secure than fifth place. This gap left him with no strength to even lift his head.

The two walked off the stage in silence and each found a place to sit down.

Just as Yang Jing was about to gather his energy, the voice of the silver-armored captain rang out on the main arena: "First group, second match, Li Mengchao versus Zhou Zhiqiang, both of you step onto the stage!"

The crowd instantly became excited.

The ruthlessness of Li Mengchao's previous palm strike that severely injured Lin Yue is still fresh in everyone's mind, and Zhou Zhiqiang's fierceness in defeating He Han is also impressive. This contest is undoubtedly the highlight of this round.

Li Mengchao walked out slowly, still with that calm and collected demeanor. His hands were behind his back, his steps were unhurried, but he exuded an invisible sense of pressure.

Zhou Zhiqiang, with a solemn expression and clenched fists, strode onto the stage, each step making the wooden planks thud as if he were gathering strength.

"start!"

Before the captain could finish speaking, Zhou Zhiqiang had already launched an attack.

He poured all his internal energy into his fists, and the force of his punches, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, struck Li Mengchao's face like two heavy hammers.

His boxing style is simple and direct, but its strength lies in its unparalleled ferocity. Each punch is imbued with the full power of the peak of internal strength, clearly aiming to overcome skill with brute force.

Li Mengchao slightly raised his eyes, and instead of retreating, he advanced, slowly pushing out his right palm.

A faint golden light emanated from his palm, and the aura of the Vajra Handprint instantly unfolded, with a heavy, mountain-like force pressing down on him.

"Oh!"

The instant their fists clashed, Zhou Zhiqiang felt an immense force surge from his opponent's palm, dissipating most of the power in his fist. A powerful shockwave spread along his arm, making his meridians numb and his throat sweet. He involuntarily took three steps back.

"Such powerful palm strike! No wonder it's the Li family's Vajra Handprint!"

Zhou Zhiqiang felt a chill run down his spine. He took a deep breath and unleashed a barrage of punches, his fists flying out like a storm, a dense web of fist shadows, attempting to use speed to force Li Mengchao into making a mistake.

But Li Mengchao remained as steady as a rock, responding to Zhou Zhiqiang's rapid punches with only palm techniques.

The Vajra Great Hand Seal can sometimes feel like Mount Tai pressing down, with a powerful and heavy palm strike. At other times, it can feel like a serpent coiling around a wrist, skillfully deflecting the force.

The palm, shimmering with a golden light, collided with Zhou Zhiqiang's iron fist, producing a series of muffled thuds. The shockwaves spread in all directions, sending wood chips flying everywhere on the arena.

Bang bang bang!
After dozens of moves.

As their fists and palms collided again, Zhou Zhiqiang felt as if a boulder had crushed his chest, the shockwave penetrating deep into his internal organs, and a trickle of blood uncontrollably spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He could clearly feel that his opponent's internal energy was not only more profound than his own, but the domineering shock force in his palm technique was constantly impacting his meridians. If the fight continued, it might damage his very foundation.

When Li Mengchao's right palm, radiating golden light, pushed forward again, Zhou Zhiqiang's pupils contracted sharply. He decisively withdrew his fist and stepped back, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and loudly proclaimed, "I concede!"

After saying that, he stopped fighting and quickly walked off the stage.

Although he was pale, breathing erratically, and blood still lingered at the corner of his mouth, he managed to stop the damage in time and prevent it from worsening.

He still has a fighting chance in the subsequent matches!
Li Mengchao withdrew his palm, the golden light disappeared, and his face remained expressionless, as if he had only crushed an ant.

He turned and walked off the stage, leaving the entire arena in silence.

Everyone could see that the power of the Vajra Mahamudra was unfathomable, and Zhou Zhiqiang's surrender was undoubtedly the wisest choice.

Yang Jing sat cross-legged below the arena, recuperating.

He watched Li Mengchao walk off the stage, and his heart tightened.

This person's strength far exceeded his imagination; if he were to face him, he feared...

Yang Jing quickly shook his head.

Li Mengchao himself is incredibly powerful, and he is backed by the Li family, one of the six major families in Yuhe County. It's best not to make an enemy of such a terrifying guy.

Yang Jing stopped thinking about it and could only turn his attention back to the arena, waiting for the final ranking battle to begin.

PS:

Ding ding ding, the next chapter, the training ground test storyline is about to end.

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