Becoming a martial arts saint starting with Black Tiger Fist

Upon seeing this, Chen Yuan's pupils constricted slightly, realizing that he could no longer continue to hide his abilities.

The opponent's palm strike was powerful and heavy, blocking most of his escape routes. He had no choice but to take it head-on!

In a flash, Chen Yuan took a deep breath, his blood and qi surged, his waist and hips twisted, and his spine was like a dragon with its segments connected. His right fist struck first, meeting the palm strike that came down without deviation!

A raging tiger splits the mountain!

This punch contained seventy percent of the power he could muster at the moment. The fist pierced the air and emitted a deep whistling sound, faintly resembling the roar of a tiger in the mountains!

Just as the fist and palm were about to collide, a glint flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes, and his fist trembled very slightly, changing the point of contact from a head-on collision to a diagonal glide.

"Bang!"

A loud crash rang out!

Zhu Cang felt as if his palm strike, powerful enough to split rocks and shatter stone, had struck a slippery, rolling stone. Most of the force was diverted, with only a small portion actually colliding with the opponent's fist.

Even so, the recoil caused his arm to ache and go numb, and his blood and qi to surge.

Chen Yuan let out a muffled groan and, using the force, staggered back seven or eight steps until he finally managed to steady himself at the edge of the ring.

His right hand hung down, trembling slightly, and his face was pale, indicating that he had suffered a considerable loss.

"Bravo!" Some people in the audience cheered for Zhu Cang's powerful palm strike.

"Chen Yuan took that hit head-on; his arm is probably injured!" Some people were worried about Chen Yuan.

Seeing this, Zhu Cang was overjoyed, thinking that Chen Yuan had finally given up and was suppressing his turbulent blood and qi. He was about to press his advantage and completely defeat Chen Yuan!

He strode forward, gathering power in his left palm, ready to deliver the final blow to the injured Chen Yuan!

However, just as he rushed to within a few feet of Chen Yuan, his old strength waning and his new strength about to be generated, a sudden change occurred!

Chen Yuan, who appeared to be in poor condition and possibly injured his right arm, suddenly revealed a cold glint in his lowered eyes!

His long-awaited left leg suddenly sprang up without warning, kicking with unparalleled precision at the outside of Zhu Cang's left knee, like a tiger swinging its tail!

This kick was as fast as lightning, and the timing was perfect, precisely at the moment when Zhu Cang lost his support due to the shift in his lower body.

Zhu Cang's entire focus was on crippling Chen Yuan's attack with a single blow. He never expected his opponent to have such a hidden and swift leg technique to counterattack. Moreover, the timing and angle of this kick were so tricky that there was no way to avoid it!

"Bang! Crack!"

A sickeningly crisp sound!

"Ah!" Zhu Cang let out a shrill scream as a piercing pain shot through his left knee. He instantly lost his balance and fell forward due to the immense inertia.

Chen Yuan seemed to be pulled down by the momentum of his forward lunge, falling to the side and backward. But during the fall, his right elbow "unintentionally" rose up and hit Zhu Cang's chin hard!

"Bang!"

Another muffled thud, mixed with the sound of teeth breaking.

Zhu Cang's vision went black, his screams stopped abruptly, and his mouth was filled with blood mixed with broken teeth.

Chen Yuan didn't stop moving. Just as he was about to fall, he braced himself with his left hand and swung his right fist in the opposite direction, like a tiger whipping its tail, slapping Zhu Cang hard on the right side of his face, knocking his body, which was pressing down on him, to the side. His cheekbone also cracked with a snap.

After several heavy blows, Zhu Cang was almost crippled. His massive body crashed onto the stage like a broken sack, his left leg twisted unnaturally. He clutched his cheek, curled up in pain, and could only groan in agony.

The arena and its surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden reversal.

From Zhu Cang's powerful and unparalleled mountain-splitting palm strike, to Chen Yuan's hard block and subsequent retreat, to Zhu Cang's pursuit of victory, and finally Chen Yuan's unpredictable and precise whip kick, along with a coincidental elbow strike and a series of backfists, the entire process took less than two or three breaths, yet the situation changed dramatically.

Just moments ago, Zhu Cang was full of arrogance, but in the blink of an eye, he was lying on the stage, seriously injured and unable to get up!

The referee rushed onto the stage and, after examining the scene, looked grave.

Zhu Cang suffered a torn ligament in his left knee, a fractured patella, a fractured mandible, a fractured right cheekbone, and lost several teeth. His face was covered in blood, making him look extremely pitiful.

Although his life was not in danger, his injuries were extremely severe, casting a shadow over his future in martial arts.

The referee gave Chen Yuan, who was calmly standing up, a complicated look on his face, and announced loudly, "Chen Yuan wins at table number three!"

At the same time, in the Yang family's seats on the viewing platform, Yang Shuying suddenly stood up, her pretty face contorted as she muttered, "Useless!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a pent-up, uncontrollable rage.

She stared intently at Zhu Cang, who was seriously injured and unconscious on the stage, then turned to Chen Yuan, who was standing calmly opposite him, her eyes filled with such venom that they seemed to bleed.

"Didn't you say Zhu Cangwen would definitely beat Chen Yuan?" Yang Jiye was playing with walnuts in his hand, glancing at the butler beside him. His eyes were calm, but they carried an immense pressure.

The butler immediately broke out in a cold sweat, quickly bowing and explaining, "Master, Chen Yuan's strength was truly beyond our expectations, and coupled with Zhu Cang's underestimation of him, that's why..."

After hearing this, Yang Jiye did not say anything, but slowly turned his head.

His gaze swept past the noisy crowd and fixed on Chen Yuan, who was walking off the stage.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable, like an ancient well with a cold pool, revealing neither joy nor anger, and it was impossible to know what he was thinking.

After crippling Zhu Cang, Chen Yuan stood on the stage, slightly out of breath.

He glanced at the Yang family seats not far from the stage, where he saw Yang Shuying staring at him fiercely, her face gloomy and her eyes practically spitting fire.

"The Yang family, Yang Shuying." Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

If my strength were less, I would probably end up like Li Hao, wasting my time on this martial arts arena.

Because of a small misunderstanding, Yang Shuying has repeatedly tried to harm him. It seems he needs to find an opportunity to completely resolve this trouble.

Having made up his mind, Chen Yuan turned and walked off the stage.

Now that he has won all four battles, Wu Xiucai's academic success is already in his grasp.

Chen Yuan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his gaze sweeping across the surrounding arena, his eyes calm yet sharp.

Those who remain are all masters who have reached the pinnacle of Bone Forging. Recalling Li Hao's miserable state, he felt there was no need to risk fighting again.

If the opponent is difficult, just accept defeat. Now that I can guarantee passing the martial arts exam, there is no need to compete for empty fame.

The fifth round of matches began soon.

"Station number one, Ding, Chen Yuan versus Wu Daofeng."

When Chen Yuan heard his opponent's name, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"It's Jiang Academy versus Longyan Martial Arts School again!"

"This is going to be interesting. Although Chen Yuan just defeated Zhu Cang, it wasn't easy for him, and he was injured. His chances against Wu Daofeng are probably not good."

"Wu Daofeng was too ruthless. You all saw Li Hao's miserable state. I'm afraid Chen Yuan will follow in his footsteps."

"Not necessarily. His counterattack against Zhu Cang just now, with those combo moves, was quite impressive."

……

Amidst the murmurs, Chen Yuan calmly walked onto the arena.

Across from him, Wu Daofeng was already standing with his arms crossed.

He was tall and slender, not particularly imposing, but standing there, he was like a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed.

His eyes were fixed on Chen Yuan, and he felt a surge of excitement as he recalled what the museum owner had promised him.

As long as Chen Yuan is crippled, he can get that thing, and the breakthrough to Blood Refinement will be just around the corner!

Chen Yuan looked at the other person's eyes, which were like those of someone sizing up prey, and a fierce look flashed across his face.

The Dragon Rock Martial Arts School has really transferred its hostility towards Li Hao to the entire Jiang Academy!

Longyan Martial Arts School must have paid a considerable price to arrange Wu Daofeng as their opponent.

Chen Yuan clasped his hands in a perfunctory manner, "Director Jiang, Black Tiger Fist, Chen Yuan."

Wu Daofeng did not return the courtesy, but simply said, "I hope you are stronger than Li Hao, so that I can stretch my muscles a bit more."

"I'm sorry, you won't have a chance to participate." Chen Yuan smiled, spread his hands, and turned his gaze to the referee:

"Referee, I concede defeat."

What?!

A moment of silence fell over both the stage and the audience.

Even the referee was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Are you sure you want to concede?"

"Confirmed." Chen Yuan nodded without the slightest hesitation.

With fame and fortune already secured, there's little difference between fighting and not fighting.

"Cowardly wretch!"

Seeing Chen Yuan suddenly admit defeat, Wu Daofeng was furious and started cursing.