Becoming a martial arts saint starting with Black Tiger Fist

At the Qian family's banquet, Feng Ping relayed Chen Yuan's message, and the Qian family matriarch's face immediately darkened.

"You're asking for it. There are many more variables in the second round of martial arts competition. Do you really think you can easily pass? You should stay away from this arrogant brat. He's just lowering your own status."

Feng Ping responded softly, a trace of melancholy passing through her heart.

The following day, the second round of the martial arts competition, a live-fire exercise, began with a gong signaling the start.

The atmosphere on the drill ground was even more somber than yesterday.

Ten arenas were lined up in a row, their colorful flags fluttering in the morning breeze.

More than 400 candidates who passed the first round of strength tests and received a grade of C or above will draw lots to determine their opponents.

Chen Yuan stood in the designated area, warming up by himself.

His gaze calmly swept over the throng of people around him, as he secretly plotted his next move.

More than 400 people entered the practical assessment, fighting in pairs. They had to win at least four consecutive rounds to secure a place in the top 30.

"Station number seven, Class C, Chen Yuan versus Wang Xiao!"

Upon hearing the name of the singer, Chen Yuan steadily stepped onto the stage.

Opposite him was a lean young man in his early twenties, dressed in a gray short-sleeved shirt. He had bright, intelligent eyes and was clearly taken aback when he saw Chen Yuan. A hint of barely perceptible apprehension flashed across his face.

Chen Yuan's performance in the first round yesterday left a deep impression on him. Being able to lift a 1,600-jin stone lock showed that his foundation in bone forging was extremely solid, and his strength could not be bad.

After briefly announcing the rules, the referee stepped back to the side of the table.

The two men clasped their hands in greeting.

"I am Jiang Yuan, Chen Yuan of the Black Tiger Fist," Chen Yuan said in a deep voice.

"Flying Swallow Martial Arts School, Swallow-Style Fist King Xiao." The young man's voice was slightly tense. He took a deep breath and assumed a fighting stance.

Feiyan Martial Arts School is famous for its light and swift Swallow-shaped Fist, which emphasizes agile movement and quick retreat after a single strike. It is the exact opposite of the fierce and domineering Black Tiger Fist.

"start!"

The moment the referee finished speaking, Wang Xiao moved.

He pushed off with his feet, his figure suddenly closing in like a swallow skimming the water, his speed was extremely fast, his right hand with fingers like a beak, aimed straight at Chen Yuan's Jianjing acupoint!

This probing attack was swift and ruthless. If it were an ordinary martial artist, the slightest carelessness would cause their blood and qi to stagnate, and they would be taken down by a combo.

Chen Yuan seemed to have anticipated this, calmly taking a half step to the side, making a fist with his right hand, and using the back of his fist to flick it out diagonally, which just blocked the outside of Wang Xiao's wrist.

Subduing the Tiger and Listening to the Wind!

Although he only used five or six tenths of his strength, the force of his punch was fierce.

Wang Xiao felt a numbness in his wrist and was secretly alarmed. He quickly withdrew his hand and retreated, changing his footwork as he circled around Chen Yuan.

His figure moved swiftly, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, his footsteps light and silent, which was the "Flying Swallow Skimming the Sea" movement of the Swallow Form Fist.

Chen Yuan stood firmly in the center, his eyes like lightning, locking onto his opponent's movement trajectory. He protected his center with his fists, one in front and one behind, his aura deep and focused.

The two stood facing each other for several breaths, one still and one moving.

Wang Xiao suddenly closed in again, this time even faster, his whole body seemed to transform into several phantoms, his palms flying like swallow wings, bringing with them a palm shadow that covered several vital points on Chen Yuan's chest and abdomen!

Swallows return to their nests!

This move combines feints and real attacks, targeting multiple acupoints, making it difficult to defend against.

Someone in the audience whispered, "Wang Xiao is getting serious! This is the ultimate move of the Flying Swallow Fist!"

A glint flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes, and he no longer held firm.

He stomped his feet hard on the ground, his body advancing instead of retreating, charging straight at the palm shadows. At the same time, he swung his arms like spears, creating a gust of wind!

An angry tiger leaps through the forest!

This move was completely unpretentious, purely a matter of brute force overcoming skill!

"Bang bang bang!"

The palm shadow and the fist wind collided, producing a series of muffled sounds.

Wang Xiao felt as if his palm strike had hit an iron wall, the recoil making his arm numb. What alarmed him even more was that Chen Yuan's punches were not only incredibly powerful, but also landed in very tricky spots, completely disrupting his exquisite moves!

He quickly retreated, trying to create distance and regroup.

But would Chen Yuan give him that chance?

Almost at the same time as his opponent retreated, Chen Yuan changed his footwork and became swift as well, following closely like a shadow. His right fist shot out from his waist and struck straight at the center!

Black Tiger Pierces the Mountain!

This punch was extremely fast and powerful, its tip whistling as it cut through the air.

Wang Xiao's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly crossed his arms to protect his chest.

"Bang!"

Fists and arms meet!

Wang Xiao felt a domineering force penetrate his body, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He staggered back seven or eight steps until he could barely stand up at the edge of the arena. His chest was churning with blood and qi, and his arms ached terribly.

He looked up at Chen Yuan and saw that the other party did not pursue him, but simply stood with his fists clenched, his breathing steady, clearly in complete control.

There was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by a low murmur of discussion.

"That Black Tiger Fist is incredibly powerful!"

"Wang Xiao has already mastered the Swallow Form Fist, yet he was forced into this situation after only a few moves?"

"This young disciple of Dean Jiang was clearly no ordinary person, as evidenced by his strength test yesterday; his actual combat prowess is astounding!"

After a moment's thought, Wang Xiao realized he had no hope of winning and could only helplessly clasp his hands in a fist and say, "Brother Chen's fist technique is superb; I concede defeat."

"You flatter me." Chen Yuan returned the greeting with clasped hands.

The referee announced loudly: "Station C, Number Seven, Chen Yuansheng!"

Stepping off the stage, Chen Yuan stood on the periphery of the crowd, his gaze sweeping over the other stages where battles were taking place.

He squinted, silently estimating the strength of the martial artists he would encounter in the next round.

Suddenly, a gasp came from a nearby arena.

Chen Yuan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a familiar figure being forced to stagger backward by his opponent on the arena. It was Li Hao!

His opponent was a tall, strong young man with a bronze complexion.

The young man wore a sinister smile and attacked with extreme ruthlessness. The sounds of wind and thunder could be faintly heard between his fists and feet, indicating that his fist technique was extremely profound and that the martial arts he practiced were fierce and violent.

Li Hao's face was pale as he tried his best to defend himself, but his Black Tiger Fist seemed somewhat weak and powerless under the youth's fierce attacks, and he was restrained at every turn.

"That's Wu Daofeng, the 'Thunder Hand' from Longyan Martial Arts School!" someone whispered nearby.

Chen Yuan felt a chill run down his spine.

Wu Daofeng of Longyan Martial Arts School, whom Senior Brother Zhou had specifically mentioned to me, was a martial artist whose bone forging was almost invincible.

No wonder Li Hao was beaten so badly.

The moment that thought crossed his mind, the situation on the arena changed drastically!

Suddenly, Wu Daofeng let out a loud shout and charged forward like a cannonball, his fists striking out rapidly, creating a series of ear-piercing sounds as they pierced the air!

Li Hao gritted his teeth, raised his arm, and followed up to block.

"Snap! Snap!"

The sickening cracking of bones rang out one after another!

Li Hao screamed in agony as his arms bent at different angles, sending him flying off the ground before crashing heavily onto the ring. He tumbled several times before coming to a stop, limp and motionless.

Seeing that Li Hao was completely powerless to resist, he could only lie on the ground groaning.

Wu Daofeng then stopped his attack, turned around, and left the stage.

Punches and kicks have no eyes; everything happens in an instant, and even the referee cannot determine that he intentionally injured his opponent.

The audience erupted in uproar.

"Wu Daofeng went too far!"

"Li Hao has no chance in the second round now!"

"Longyan Martial Arts School is trying to completely ruin Jiang Yuan's bloodline cultivation potential!"

Chen Yuan followed the crowd over and saw Li Hao lying on the stage, his face as pale as paper. Not only were his arms twisted and deformed, but his left knee was also unnaturally bent, and blood was constantly oozing from the corner of his mouth. He was probably completely crippled.