Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 91 Breakthrough!

After finishing his meal and taking a short break to catch his breath, Yang Jing strode into the courtyard.

Night had fallen, and moonlight shone through the sparse clouds, casting a silvery glow over the courtyard.

He took a deep breath, cleared his mind, and slowly assumed the starting stance for the "Surging Waves Kick".

In the past, when he practiced martial arts at night, he mostly focused on the Mountain-Crushing Fist, but today he devoted himself entirely to the Surging Wave Leg.

The Surging Wave Kick is only one step away from the peak of Ming Jin (manifest strength), and it will break through to An Jin (hidden strength) tonight!

The bottleneck that others fear like a tiger simply does not exist for Yang Jing!
The door to the main room creaked open, and Yang An, having finished cleaning the kitchen, came out rubbing the water droplets off his hands.

He would stand aside and watch Yang Jing practice martial arts every day, especially when Yang Jing practiced the "Surging Wave Kick," he watched with extra care.

Although he had not yet fully mastered those moves, he could glean some insights from Yang Jing's demonstrations, which greatly benefited his own cultivation.

Seeing Yang Jing immediately start practicing the "Surging Waves Kick," Yang An's face lit up with joy. He slowed his pace, walked to a corner of the courtyard, and stood about three zhang away from Yang Jing. He also imitated Yang Jing's movements and slowly copied his stance.

In the center of the courtyard, Yang Jing was completely immersed in the world of leg techniques.

His body moved gracefully, his legs kicking out alternately, sometimes like the first gentle waves, soft yet powerful; sometimes like crashing waves, swift and fierce, carrying a whistling wind.

Under the moonlight, his figure flickered continuously, his footsteps treading on the bluestone slabs, making soft thumping sounds, the rhythm sometimes fast and sometimes slow, but always in harmony with the flow of his internal energy.

Each time you lift your leg, strive to make it more precise than the last.

Every step we take is an effort to truly capture the essence of the phrase "turbulent waves."

He could clearly feel the internal energy in his leg meridians surging at an unprecedented speed, like a river about to burst its banks, constantly surging and spreading upwards.

Sweat slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground and spreading into a small dark patch.

But Yang Jing didn't care at all; his breathing became longer and his gaze more focused.

He incorporated his insights from sparring with Xu Hong during the day, making the coordination between leg techniques and internal strength more harmonious. Each move flowed smoothly, without any hesitation.

Sometimes he would suddenly accelerate, his figure turning into a blur as he darted through the courtyard, his legs weaving into a dense net that seemed capable of blocking attacks from all directions.

Sometimes it will suddenly change direction, seemingly about to kick to the left, but when it lands, it has already turned to the right, with unexpected agility.

Time passed by minute by minute.

An hour later.

The internal energy circulates repeatedly in the meridians, and under the nourishing energy of the spirit fish, it continuously approaches the peak of Ming Jin (a type of internal energy).

Yang Jing felt a chill run down his spine. He suddenly gathered all his qi and blood, pushed his internal energy to its limit, and lashed out with his right leg like a whip.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound rang out, as if a real wave had crashed against the rocks, and the shockwave spread outwards from him, causing the weeds in the corner of the yard to sway slightly.

Yang An, standing behind, stared wide-eyed.

He could only see Yang Jing's figure flickering in the moonlight, so fast that he could barely see his movements.

That agility and power were simply inhuman.

Yang An instinctively opened his mouth wide, forgetting his own stance, and just stared blankly, with only one thought in his mind: Jing Di's legwork is getting more and more amazing...

Yang Jing was completely immersed in practicing the Surging Waves Kick, his internal energy surging and flowing through the meridians of his legs. Each kick brought with it a deeper understanding of the essence of the Surging Waves.

While others have to struggle and endure the torment of bottlenecks to break through martial arts realms, he was born with a unique advantage.

But he was different; the existence of the panel meant that he never encountered any bottlenecks in his martial arts training.

He only needs to practice a martial art to the limit of his current level, and he can automatically break through as if water were flowing into a channel. This is his greatest reliance for making rapid progress in a short period of time.

Half an hour passed quietly, and the moonlight in the courtyard grew even brighter.

In a fleeting moment, Yang Jing felt the internal energy in his leg meridians suddenly accelerate, as if it had reached a limit.

He understood that this was a sign that the Surging Wave Leg technique had reached the peak of Ming Jin (manifest strength), and that the next step would be the An Jin (hidden strength) level.

Although Yang An, who was standing behind, couldn't figure out the specifics, he inexplicably felt that Yang Jing was different from usual tonight.

The leg techniques were still the familiar moves, but in the eyes of the user, they seemed to have gained an inexplicable power, as if each kick contained a more concentrated force, and even the surrounding air seemed to tremble slightly.

He scratched his head, assuming it meant he was just getting more engrossed in the book.

Yang Jing did not stop and continued to focus on practicing the leg techniques.

Time passes slowly.

His internal energy flowed naturally through his meridians, making his moves increasingly fluid and seamless. The limitations of peak Ming Jin (a type of internal energy) were as fragile as paper before him.

Without the slightest hesitation or obstruction, as natural as breathing, the aura of the Surging Wave Kick suddenly changed, and a more condensed and penetrating hidden force burst forth from the leg meridians.

Following his Mountain-Crushing Fist, his second martial art, the Surging Wave Kick, also successfully broke through to the Dark Force level!

At the moment of breakthrough, Yang Jing clearly felt a tremendous change taking place within his body.

A brand-new internal force surged through the meridians of his legs, merging rapidly with the internal force he had cultivated from the Mountain-Crushing Fist, like streams flowing into the ocean.

The two hidden forces complemented each other, not only without conflict, but also generating an even stronger power.

The total amount of internal energy within him surged instantly, increasing by almost half.

In terms of quality, the fused internal energy is more refined and domineering than before, and when it is in operation, it carries a faint low roar like a dragon's cry.

After breaking through, Yang Jing did not stop, but continued to practice the Surging Wave Kick.

At this moment, the leg techniques have become less deliberate and more naturally graceful.

He carefully felt the internal energy flowing through his legs, refining each movement to greater precision, striving to solidify this hard-won new level as quickly as possible.

Under the moonlight, his figure sometimes moved like a gentle breeze swaying a willow, light and agile, and sometimes like a raging wave crashing against the shore, powerful and unparalleled. Every step he took was perfectly timed, as if in harmony with some kind of natural rhythm.

After practicing for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Yang Jing slowly finished his practice, stood steadily in the courtyard, and gradually the hidden energy around him subsided, returning to his usual calm.

He turned around, looked at Yang An who had been standing in the corner of the courtyard, and asked with a smile, "Brother, how did it feel watching me practice the 'Surging Waves Kick'?"

Yang An was taken aback by the question, scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, and chuckled, "You practiced too fast at first, your figure was like a floater, my eyes could hardly keep up, and I didn't see many of the moves clearly."

He paused, thought about it carefully again, and added, "Later, you seemed to slow down a bit, and your movements became clearer. I could barely understand some of the moves. But... I always felt something was off. Even though your movements were slower, it seemed even stranger and more powerful than before. I can't quite put my finger on why."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jing couldn't help but laugh heartily.

The reason you can practice quickly at the beginning is because you're still at the Ming Jin level and haven't broken through yet.

Later, after breaking through to the level of internal strength, my understanding of the Surging Waves Kick deepened considerably. Although the movements seemed to slow down, both the agility of my body and the speed of my kicks were much better than before.

However, Yang An had not yet entered the realm of internal strength and was too far from the level of internal strength, so he naturally could not see the intricacies of it. Instead, he found the slower movements easier to understand.

If the other disciples of the martial arts school with internal strength were here at this moment, they would definitely be shocked by his breakthrough in the Surging Wave Kick. In that seemingly slowed movement, every inch contained the exquisite operation of internal strength. The coordination between his body and leg techniques had reached a state of perfection. Every move he made exuded a sense of returning to simplicity and authenticity. It was far superior to the previous level of external strength, which only pursued speed.

Yang Jing stood in the courtyard, feeling the surging internal energy within his body, his mind racing.

If he were to fight his senior brother Xu Hong again now, the situation would be completely different.

With his current internal energy strength, even without using the "Surging Waves Kick" technique, he could easily crush his opponent by simply relying on his internal energy to fight head-on.

It was no longer a mere slight victory as it had been during the day, but a complete suppression.

He estimated that at most three punches would be enough to injure Xu Hong.

Within ten or so moves, he could severely injure the opponent, unlike during the day when it took nearly a hundred moves for the opponent to admit defeat.

The breakthrough brought about a leap in strength, giving him a clearer understanding of his own combat power.

As his thoughts raced, Shen Lie's face, filled with resentment, appeared in Yang Jing's mind.

He could never forget the look in Shen Lie's eyes when he defeated him on the training ground's arena, the resentment and hatred that almost solidified into a tangible form.

Yang Jing knew very well that Shen Lie was no pushover.

If you give the other party a chance, they will never let you go.

Moreover, he cannot stay in Yuhe County forever and always protect his family; he will eventually have to go out and gain experience.

But what will happen to his family after he leaves? When I'm not around, will Shen Lie take his resentment out on them?

As Yang Jing pondered, his gaze grew increasingly cold.

He didn't dare to gamble.

They were betting that Shen Lie would respect the rules, and that the other party wouldn't dare to harm innocent people.

In this chaotic world, so-called rules are utterly worthless.

Yang Jing had already made up his mind to completely eliminate Shen Lie as a hidden danger, but he was just waiting for the right opportunity.

Tonight is the perfect opportunity.

A month has passed since the incident at the military examination, and the attention in the county town has gradually shifted away from him, with the situation calming down.

Outsiders are unaware of the deep-seated hatred he harbored for Shen Lie, so even if something happened to Shen Lie, it would be difficult to suspect him.

More importantly, he broke through to the Dark Force level with his Surging Wave Kick tonight, resulting in a surge in his overall strength, giving him the confidence to easily kill Shen Lie.

Yang Jing took a deep breath, and in the moonlight, his eyes became sharp as knives.

It's time to put an end to this.

Having made up his mind, Yang Jing decided to wait until the night was deeper before making his move.

He walked to the corner of the courtyard and saw Yang An still practicing his leg techniques by the moonlight, so he said, "Brother, it's getting late and the wind is picking up. Go back inside and rest."

Yang An sighed, rubbed his slightly sore legs, and laughed, "You should rest early too, don't practice too late."

Yang Jing responded and turned to go to the well.

I exerted all my strength when I broke through just now, and my clothes were already soaked with sweat, sticking to my body and feeling very uncomfortable.

He drew water from the well, took a quick shower, changed into clean undergarments, and felt refreshed all over, with his internal energy flowing more smoothly.

Back in his room, Yang Jing didn't lie down to sleep. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes slightly, and began to meditate and regulate his breathing.

Having just broken through, I'm still a bit restless and impatient.

He needed to completely calm down, suppressing the excitement of his breakthrough and the sharpness of his impending action.

To deal with a master like Shen Lie, who is at the peak of internal strength, one must remain absolutely calm and not make the slightest mistake.

The wind outside the window gradually picked up, making the window paper rustle.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Jing opened his eyes and, hearing the near silence outside, knew that it was almost time.

It was already late at night, and even the night watchman's clapper had stopped ringing in the streets and alleys. Only the strong wind swirled the fallen leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound.

The dark clouds obscured the moon, plunging the world into darkness—a perfect description of a dark and windy night.

Yang Jing slowly got up and walked to the corner of the room.

There was a large, slightly worn wooden box there, which was usually used to store odds and ends and seasonal clothing.

He moved aside the few old cotton-padded coats piled on top, lifted the lid of the box, and pulled out a black silk night suit and a black cloth mask that covered most of his face from the bottom.

Yang Jing picked up the night clothes and shook them. The fabric was thin but sturdy. He sighed inwardly, "Sure enough, it's always good to have something like this on hand. The world is dangerous, and you never know when you might need it."

Yang Jing took off his inner garment and put on the black silk night clothes.

The fabric feels cool and smooth against the skin, without restricting movement at all. Even the cuffs and trouser legs are designed to be tightened to prevent snagging during combat.

"You really pay attention to detail, that's good."

Yang Jing immediately covered his face with a black cloth mask, revealing only a pair of calm and sharp eyes that blended into the surrounding night.

After everything was tidied up, Yang Jing gently pushed open the door.

Even snoring could be heard coming from the direction of the side room; Yang An was clearly fast asleep.

He moved with light steps, darting across the courtyard like a raccoon. When he pushed open the gate, it made only a barely audible creak before he silently disappeared into the darkness outside the alley.

After leaving Tongyifang, Yang Jing headed south.

He had made up his mind to eliminate the threat completely, and in the past month, he had quietly figured out Shen Lie's background, including his residence in Anxingfang, Nancheng.

Yang Jing deliberately chose to travel through narrow alleys, using his newly mastered "Surging Waves Leg" technique, his figure swiftly passing between the mottled shadows of walls and trees.

Having mastered both martial arts to the level of internal strength, his senses became exceptionally sharp. Even the babbling of a drunkard at the end of an alley or the darting of a wild cat on a wall could not escape his perception.

With such skill, avoiding the occasional patrolling soldiers and late-night pedestrians would be a piece of cake.

The night wind swept through, carrying sand and fallen leaves, making the garbage in the alley rattle.

Yang Jing moved swiftly, crossing several streets and alleys in a few leaps.

About fifteen minutes later, they arrived at Anxingfang in the south of the city.

Yang Jing, familiar with the area, made his way to a courtyard in the neighborhood.

He first hid behind an old tree at the street corner, using the branches and leaves as cover to look around.

The night was deep, and the surrounding houses were all dark, with all the lights off.

(End of this chapter)