Becoming a martial arts saint starting with Black Tiger Fist

"Wait, why is Wu Daofeng in such a hurry?"

"You really want to mess with Chen Yuan?"

……

A murmur arose from the audience. Wu Daofeng realized he had lost his composure, and after calming himself down slightly, he said, "What's wrong? You don't even have the courage to fight me?"

Looking at his opponent's expression, Chen Yuan calmly said, "I'm a bit tired from today's match and have no energy to continue. It's in accordance with the rules for me to voluntarily concede. What's wrong with that?"

His mind was clear; Wu Daofeng's strength was definitely above Zhu Cang's, and he even had the ability to compete for the championship in the second round.

Based on previous observations, if I go all out and rely on my perfected Black Tiger Fist, I should have a 70-80% chance of winning.

But doing so would expose the true level of one's perfect boxing skills, instantly making one the focus of the entire arena and attracting countless unnecessary attention and potential threats.

Moreover, even if I held back, did Wu Daofeng necessarily show his full strength?

No martial artist who has reached this point is a fool; it's hard to say what other trump cards the opponent might have up their sleeve.

When it comes to one's own long-term interests, empty fame is not worth mentioning.

Prematurely revealing one's talents and exposing all one's strength to the outside world is by no means a wise move.

Of course, if one has already cultivated blood, one would not mind challenging a master of bone forging who is of a higher level.

"Rules?" Wu Daofeng's eyes turned icy. "Martial arts competitions rely on an indomitable spirit! If you don't even dare to throw a punch, are you even worthy of practicing martial arts?"

After hearing Wu Daofeng's words, Chen Yuan smiled faintly, glanced at him as if he were a fool, and casually cupped his hands in a salute, saying, "Brother Wu is right. I have learned a lot. Farewell!"

After saying that, he didn't look at Wu Daofeng, whose face was ashen, and turned around and leisurely walked off the stage.

"You!" Wu Daofeng was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed, and his fists clenched so tightly that they cracked. He wished he could rush down and drag Chen Yuan up and beat him to a pulp.

However, he ultimately dared not make a move when Chen Yuan had already clearly conceded defeat and the referee had recorded it, as that would be tantamount to openly trampling on the rules of martial arts, with serious consequences.

The audience erupted in cheers.

"Admitting defeat outright? That's too cowardly..."

"To admit defeat before even fighting is indeed a bit embarrassing."

"Losing face is better than losing your life, right? Look at Li Hao now, isn't he? Chen Yuan made a wise decision!"

"That's right. Knowing they're no match, why go up and die? Wu Daofeng is clearly going to use ruthless tactics."

"Hmph, I think it's just cowardice! How can a martial artist be afraid before even fighting? This Chen Yuan has decent fighting skills, but he lacks the heart of a martial artist!"

"It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one experiencing it. Why don't you try it yourself?"

"Chen Yuan has won all four of his previous battles and is guaranteed to pass the martial arts exam. If he wins against Wu Daofeng, there will be no benefit, and if he loses, he may end up like Li Hao. Even a fool knows what to do."

There was much discussion in the audience, with some expressing disdain, some understanding, some regret, and others admiring his decisiveness.

Chen Yuan ignored all of this, returned to his own area, closed his eyes to rest, as if he hadn't just admitted defeat.

Wu Daofeng stood on the stage, having provoked Chen Yuan for a long time, trying to provoke him into making a move, but it was as if he had punched cotton, leaving him so frustrated he almost vomited blood. He glared fiercely at Chen Yuan's back before reluctantly leaving the stage.

Seating at Longyan Martial Arts School.

A bald man, seeing the scene on the arena from afar, said in a deep voice, "This Chen Yuan is quite clever; he actually admitted defeat and dodged it. In the end, the Jiang Academy has produced a martial arts scholar."

The owner of the brothel, Liu Yan, took a sip of tea and said calmly, "It's alright. This boy's talent is limited, and his chances of breaking through the Blood Barrier are slim. There's nothing to fear."

……

One hour later, all the competitions ended.

The results will be released in two days.

All the candidates walked out of the school ground in an orderly manner. Some were happy and some were worried. After two rounds of competition, everyone had a general idea of ​​their strength and performance.

The disciples of Jiang Academy returned to the Martial Academy one after another.

The atmosphere was completely different from its usual vibrant self, carrying a sense of melancholy and oppression.

A side room was specially set aside in the backyard, where several old doctors invited from the inner city were busy working.

The air was thick with the smell of medicine, and faint groans of pain could be heard.

On the training ground, the disciples gathered in twos and threes, whispering among themselves, none of them really focused on practicing.

"Brother Li is in such a terrible state. I heard that his right arm and right leg are completely shattered and cannot be properly set. His left knee is also ruined, and he has a hidden injury to his spine. In the future, let alone practicing martial arts, it would be a blessing from God if he could even walk normally."

One of the disciples sighed, a hint of regret on his face.

"That Wu Daofeng was too ruthless; he clearly intended to cripple someone!"

"It's all because Senior Brother Li injured Master Liu's grandson before."

"Speaking of which, Senior Brother Li was really unlucky. He had to draw a lot and get picked from the Dragon Rock Martial Arts School, and a powerful master at that!"

"Master placed all his hopes on Senior Brother Li, and in the end, he suffered such a fate. Alas!"

Everyone sighed with regret. Li Hao was once the most dazzling disciple of Jiang Academy, enjoying his master's favor and preferential treatment, and was regarded as the future successor of Jiang Academy.

Now, after such a sudden fall, the outcome is so tragic, making one sigh at the capriciousness of fate.

"Speaking of which, the biggest surprise for our Jiang Academy this time in the martial arts exam was actually Senior Brother Chen." Someone changed the subject, their tone complicated.

"Yes, who would have thought that Senior Brother Chen, who usually keeps a low profile, would be so amazing once he entered the examination hall!"

Although the results haven't been released yet, Chen Yuan's performance is evident to all. He ranked in the top twenty in both rounds of competition, so passing the martial arts exam is almost a certainty.

"Yes, we used to think that Senior Brother Chen's aptitude was not good enough, and that no matter how hard he practiced, it would be in vain. Now it seems that we were narrow-minded."

"The saying 'Heaven rewards diligence' is truly apt! Enough said, from today onwards I will practice diligently, and next year when the martial arts examination results are released, my name, Wang Dahu, will surely be on the list!"

As everyone was talking, Chen Yuan, who had just returned, stepped into the courtyard through the gate.

Many disciples immediately gathered around.

"Senior Brother Chen, you must have had a hard day fighting this afternoon. I brought you a roast chicken especially for you."

"Senior Brother Chen, I always miss the mark when I try to leap across the ravine with my Black Tiger Leap. Could you give me some pointers?"

"Senior Brother Chen, are you married? My younger sister is sixteen years old and as beautiful as a flower. If you are interested..."

Faced with his suddenly enthusiastic fellow disciples, Chen Yuan remained calm and responded politely to each one, neither cold nor overly affectionate, maintaining a just-right distance.

He knew perfectly well that these changes were all caused by the martial arts department.

Even if they had shown the same level of ability, they would never have done this if they had failed the exam.

Such is the fickleness of human relationships.

At this moment, Zhou Yue came out from the backyard, saw Chen Yuan, his eyes lit up, and he quickly walked over.

"Ah Yuan!" Zhou Yue patted Chen Yuan's shoulder forcefully, a genuine smile on his face. "Good lad, you've been hiding your talent well. You'll definitely pass the martial arts exam this time!"

"It's all thanks to my senior brother's support all along," Chen Yuan said sincerely. "Without your assistance and guidance, my progress would never have been so fast."

Seeing Chen Yuan's sincere eyes, Zhou Yue felt a surge of warmth in his heart and waved his hand, "We're brothers, why say such things?"

He then lowered his voice, "Li Hao's condition isn't good. Master is feeling heavy-hearted, but he specifically mentioned you earlier, asking you to visit him in the backyard when you have time."

Chen Yuan nodded: "I'll go right away."

His gaze passed through the hanging flower gate and glanced at the room filled with the smell of medicine. The image of Li Hao's arrogant appearance flashed through his mind, and he thought of the twisted and limp body on the arena. Although he felt quite pleased, he was also more vigilant.

The path of martial arts is like walking on thin ice; one wrong step and you're plunged into an abyss.

"My strength is far from enough. I need to refine my spiritual bones as soon as possible and prepare to break through to refine my blood."

Chen Yuan silently warned himself, "I must keep enough trump cards up my sleeve and not let anyone easily see the limits of my strength!"

He straightened his clothes and walked towards the backyard.