Becoming a martial arts saint starting with Black Tiger Fist

The servants in charge of maintaining order in the arena carried Li Hao off the stage. A medical officer hurriedly went over to examine him, and after a moment, shook his head with a grave expression.

"Most of my major bones are shattered, and my joints are also severely damaged. Even if I survive, I will never be able to practice martial arts again."

As soon as he finished speaking, an uproar erupted around him.

"Two months ago, Li Hao severely injured the grandson of the Dragon Rock Martial Arts School's owner. This is Dragon Rock Martial Arts School retaliating!"

"I've heard about it too. Dean Jiang apologized and made amends, spending a lot of money to settle things. I thought the matter was over, but I didn't expect..."

"The owner of that Dragon Rock Martial Arts School is really petty!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down. There are a lot of people from the Dragon Rock Martial Arts School nearby. Are you out of your mind?"

Seeing Li Hao's miserable appearance, Chen Yuan's pupils contracted slightly, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

This was by no means a momentary lapse.

The other party was clearly aiming to cripple Li Hao!

If you defeat Li Hao fair and square on the stage, no one can say anything about it.

When asked, the answer is always the same: fists and feet have no eyes, and it's hard to control the balance when fighting with all your might.

Chen Yuan took a deep breath, slowly withdrew from the crowd, and glanced at the other arenas around him, becoming increasingly vigilant.

We must be even more cautious in the battles to come.

Not only must you win, but you must win at the right moment, without revealing your full strength; you must keep some tricks up your sleeve.

"Station number seven, Class C, Chen Yuan versus Liu Zhen!"

The sound of singing resounded once again.

Chen Yuan composed himself and steadily stepped onto the stage.

The opponent in this match is a man who has mastered the art of body tempering and uses a very solid set of 72-style Tan Tui (a type of leg kick).

With the intention of understanding his opponent's martial arts moves, Chen Yuan patiently exchanged more than ten moves with him, and finally knocked his opponent off the stage with a move called "Tiger Leaps Over the Ravine", showing a calm and unassuming demeanor.

"Station number nine, Class C, Chen Yuan versus Sun Hai!"

In the third match, his opponent was a master of bone forging from the Jinghong Martial Arts School. He was agile and his Eagle Claw Kung Fu was fierce.

Chen Yuan remained on the defensive, patiently maneuvering for over forty moves before seizing an opening and delivering a powerful whip kick that sent his opponent flying, wounded and forced to concede defeat.

Both matches were won relatively easily. Chen Yuan deliberately controlled the rhythm and power, only revealing his minor mastery of the Black Tiger Fist.

Even so, he is still a rare talent among the many candidates.

Chen Yuan stepped off the stage, secretly estimating his score.

Having won three consecutive matches, I'm already guaranteed a spot in the top 50 in the second round. If I win the final match, plus the points needed to rank in the top ten, I can secure a spot as a martial arts scholar in this martial arts exam.

"Station number three, Ding-shaped, Chen Yuan versus Zhu Cang!"

As his fame resurfaced, Chen Yuan jumped onto the stage and looked up.

Not far from the opposite side of the arena, a young man stood with his arms crossed, looking him up and down. The man was burly, with arms as thick as a normal person's thighs, and his hands were particularly large, as thick and solid as millstones.

A murmur arose from the audience.

"It's Zhu Cang from the Yang family! He's a master in the Bone Forging Realm, his Mountain-Splitting Palm technique is incredibly skilled, and it's said he's already reached its peak!"

"I heard that Zhu Cang once stormed into a rival gang's stronghold and single-handedly killed more than thirty of them with his bare hands. He is infamous for his ruthlessness."

"Although Chen Yuan won the previous few matches, his performance was mediocre. If he doesn't have any killer moves, he might do badly in this match."

The referee signaled the start, and the two men clasped their hands in a fist salute.

"Jiang Yuan, Black Tiger Fist, Chen Yuan."

"Yang family, Mountain Opening Palm, Zhu Cang!" Zhu Cang's voice was loud and clear.

No sooner had he spoken than Zhu Cang launched a fierce attack before the referee's command had even finished!

He stomped heavily on his feet, charging forward like a raging bull, his arm muscles bulging, his palms turning a metallic gray, exuding an aura of splitting rocks and shattering stones. His palms struck Chen Yuan's chest and face, one in front and one behind!

Twin peaks piercing the ears!

Without any probing, he went all out from the start! The palm wind howled, and the momentum was terrifying.

"The Yang family!"

Chen Yuan thought of Yang Shuying, and seeing her attitude and demeanor, he clearly understood something.

The opponent's strength was fierce and it was not advisable to take it head-on. I took a half step back like a fish swimming in water, and at the same time raised my left arm and pushed it outward in an arc.

Subduing the Tiger and Listening to the Wind!

This clever maneuver deflected the force of Zhu Cang's right palm, causing it to glide past his shoulder.

At the same time, Chen Yuan turned his waist to the right, and his right fist, like a tiger emerging from its den, shot out from his waist and struck Zhu Cang's right side abdomen, which was slightly unsupported due to his forward thrust!

Black Tiger Steals Heart!

Fast, accurate, and ruthless!

However, Zhu Cang reacted extremely quickly. He grinned maliciously and, without dodging or avoiding, lowered his left palm, his large, fan-like hand precisely striking Chen Yuan's fist!

"Bang!"

Their fists and palms collided, producing a loud, muffled thunderous sound.

Chen Yuan felt a powerful force rebounding from him, his fist bones throbbed slightly, and he took a step back.

Zhu Cang merely swayed slightly, then firmly planted himself on the ground, his face contorted with a smug smile.

"Is that all the strength you have? It seems that Dean Jiang's Black Tiger Fist is nothing special."

Zhu Cang roared, pressing forward relentlessly, his palms flying like towering mountains, enveloping Chen Yuan.

Kaishan Palm, with its towering peaks and overlapping ridges!

The palm strikes were continuous, each one powerful and heavy, as if mountains were pressing down on him, and the strong wind made Chen Yuan's clothes flutter loudly.

Chen Yuan remained calm, maximizing the defensive capabilities of the Black Tiger Fist. The Crouching Tiger Listening to the Wind steadied its central position, occasionally unleashing the Angry Tiger Piercing the Forest counterattack.

His boxing skills at this moment were close to the level of minor mastery, seemingly suppressed, but he was still able to maintain his discipline.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over fifty blows.

The audience below the stage was mesmerized. Zhu Cang's attacks were like a storm, fierce and unparalleled, each palm strike seemingly capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

Chen Yuan, on the other hand, was like a rock in a raging torrent, remaining impenetrable despite the wind and waves. His occasional counterattacks, though failing to break through Zhu Cang's defenses, always managed to halt Zhu Cang's offensive.

"Chen Yuan's boxing skills are almost perfected, his defense is incredibly tight!"

"Zhu Cang's palm strike is terrifying. I couldn't withstand even one of his blows."

"Chen Yuan seems to be at a disadvantage, but his steps are not faltering at all, and his breathing is still steady. He is probably exhausting Zhu Cang's strength."

"Zhu Cang's external martial arts are formidable, but such a fierce attack must be incredibly taxing..."

Zhu Cang, unable to break through after a long siege, began to feel increasingly frustrated as he recalled the task assigned by the patriarch.

He originally thought that with his perfected Bone Forging cultivation, he could crush Chen Yuan in a few moves and find an opportunity to cripple him.

Unexpectedly, the opponent was quite strong, with an impenetrable defense.

"Kid, all you know is defense!" Zhu Cang roared, changing his attack again. He no longer pursued speed, but instead gathered power in his palms. His movements were slightly slower, but his palm strikes were heavier, and there was even a faint whistling sound from the edge of his palms!

Mountain-splitting style!

This move concentrates the body's vital energy and blood, bringing the power of the Mountain-Splitting Palm to its extreme; it is a deadly move for attacking and breaking through defenses.

Zhu Cang seized the opportunity when Chen Yuan shifted to the side, feinted with his left palm, and gathered terrifying power in his right palm, like a giant axe splitting a mountain, and slashed diagonally at Chen Yuan's left shoulder.

If this palm strike lands, not only flesh and blood, but even iron and stone will be cleaved in two!