Martial Arts Overlord!

Chu Zhen's voice boomed like thunder on the top floor of the martial arts hall, and everyone's eyes were immediately focused on Lu Jin.

Lu Jin remained calm, as if Chu Zhen's aggressive challenge was nothing more than a gentle breeze.

He didn't speak, but walked slowly towards the ring, his steps neither hurried nor slow, each step resonating with the heartbeats of the crowd.

Today he was wearing the black training uniform issued by the martial arts school. The thin fabric clung to his body, outlining his smooth muscle lines.

It's not an exaggerated bulge, but a streamlined shape full of explosive power like a cheetah, with each muscle like a meticulously calculated work of art.

Chen Wei clenched his fist tightly beside him and growled in a low voice, "Go, Lu Jin!"

Lu Jin did not respond, but simply leaped lightly onto the arena, standing five meters away from Chu Zhen in a confrontation.

The ring is a standard octagon, and the ground is covered with specially made cushioning material that can withstand the impact of several tons of force.

Chu Zhen crossed his arms and looked down at Lu Jin from his elevated position.

He was half a head shorter than Lu Jin, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, exuding an oppressive aura.

After cultivating the Dragon Elephant Skill to the fourth level, his muscle fibers underwent a qualitative change, giving people an unshakeable feeling just by standing there.

"Today," Chu Zhen said, enunciating each word clearly, his voice filled with long-suppressed anger, "I will shatter all your pride."

Lu Jin remained silent, but slowly assumed the starting stance of the Dragon Fist.

Step forward half a step with your left foot, turn your right foot inward at a 45-degree angle, lower your center of gravity, loosely clench your hands, place your right fist against your chest, and extend your left fist forward.

Everyone present had practiced this starting stance thousands of times, but Lu Jin's execution of it had an indescribable charm, as if this punch wasn't being thrown, but rather a force being drawn from the void.

Seeing that the two were ready, Jiang Zheng stood up and said in a booming voice, "Stop when it's over. No one is allowed to be seriously injured. If one side admits defeat or loses the ability to fight, the other side must immediately cease attacking. Do you understand?"

"Understood," Chu Zhen replied, his voice filled with eagerness.

Lu Jin nodded slightly.

The museum owner, Jiang, sat on the high judges' platform and nodded slightly upon seeing this.

Yan Wenzhi, the genius from the inner city branch next to him, looked at the two people on the stage with great interest.

"Who do you think will win?" Jiang Zheng asked, tilting his head.

Yan Wenzhi said calmly, "Judging from what you've said, Lu Jin was only at the third level of the Body Refinement Realm a few days ago, and now he wants to break through to the fourth level in just a few days?"

He shook his head, a dismissive smile playing on his lips: "Almost impossible."

"You should have heard of our inner city branch's strongest genius, surnamed Zhao. He went from the third stage of flesh training to breaking through to the fourth stage in a full half month, which is already the fastest record in our inner city martial arts school in the past three years. If the inner city is like this, what about your branch?"

Jiang Zheng frowned slightly, but did not refute.

He knew that Yan Wenzhi was telling the truth; the resources, teachers, and environment of the inner city martial arts school were far superior to those of the branch school.

He had seen Lu Jin's talent, but to say that he had advanced from the third to the fourth level of the Body Refining Realm in just a few days was truly unbelievable.

"However," Yan Wenzhi changed the subject, his tone softening, "it's not impossible for a third-stage Flesh Refining cultivator to defeat a fourth-stage Flesh Refining cultivator."

He held out one hand, pinching his thumb and forefinger together, leaving a tiny gap: "It's like a short person has a very small chance of beating a tall person. It's not entirely impossible, but the probability is..."

He released his grip, shrugged, and didn't continue.

Jiang Zheng sighed and turned his gaze back to the arena.

He had originally applied to the inner city branch, hoping to make an exception and allow Lu Jin to spend money to purchase a new martial art, so that Lu Jin would have a better chance in the upcoming inner city branch selection.

The branch library did not agree directly, but said it would send someone to take a look.

It was only because Jiang Zheng repeatedly emphasized that his branch had produced a genius that the inner city martial arts school was willing to send someone to investigate, but now the branches in other areas were unwilling.

Why should Jiangzheng's branch receive such treatment?

Your Jiangzheng branch has geniuses, but they don't have any here?

Therefore, their branch schools also need to receive the same treatment, which means that only those who rank first in the assessment are qualified to purchase and learn new martial arts techniques.

Upon closer examination, it makes sense.

The Inner City Martial Arts Academy selects talents from its eight regional branches every year. The number of places is limited, and each one is a genius selected from thousands.

If any branch could be granted special privileges simply because "a genius has emerged," the rules would have been in complete chaos long ago.

Below the arena, the trainees whispered among themselves, discussing the matter animatedly.

"Zhen Ge's aura is so powerful, it feels like he could punch through the ring."

"Brother Lu Jin is indeed powerful, but the time was too short. The difference between the third and fourth levels of meat refining is obvious."

"Brother Lu Jin will definitely win!" Chen Wei's voice suddenly broke in, arms crossed, brimming with confidence. "You just wait and see, Brother Lu Jin is here to slap you in the face!"

No one cares about him.

Wang Qi, Bai Bo, Zhang Ming, and Yang Tai stood together, looking at the arena with complicated expressions.

All four of them had been beaten by Lu Jin before, and they knew all too well the explosive power hidden in that seemingly frail body. But when facing an opponent of Chu Zhen's caliber, they dared not make any rash judgments.

Bai Bo touched his healed wound and said in a low voice, "Lu Jin... cannot be judged by common sense."

Zhang Ming nodded, then shuddered as he recalled his experience with psychotherapy.

Wang Qi didn't speak, but just stared intently at Lu Jin on the arena.

Yang Tai touched his teeth. "I hope he knocks Chu Zhen's teeth out too, so I won't be the only one who loses face."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Zhen slammed his foot on the ring, making a dull thud.

He shot out like a cannonball, leaving a trail of afterimages behind him. The phantom of a dragon and elephant appeared behind him, the huge dragon and elephant raising its head and roaring, its aura majestic.

Dragon Fist strikes, the fist rising from the waist, using the full force of the body to strike upwards, aiming directly at Lu Jin's jaw.

The force of the punches was so strong that it made the air around the arena emit a sharp whistling sound.

"So fast!" someone in the audience exclaimed.

Jiang Zheng's pupils contracted slightly, and he blurted out, "Chu Zhen has become stronger again, even stronger than a few days ago!"

Yan Wenzhi nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes: "Not bad."

Chu Zhen's lips curled up as he watched the fist get closer and closer to Lu Jin, a victorious smile already appearing on his face.

He had been preparing for this punch for a long time, and he had used the power, speed and angle to the extreme. He believed that Lu Jin would not be able to dodge it at all.

However, his smile froze the next second.

Lu Jin's body moved.

It wasn't retreating, nor was it blocking; instead, it slid to the left in a strange way.

His feet barely left the ground, and he moved as smoothly as if he were walking on ice, leaving a trail of afterimages behind him.

Chu Zhen's fist grazed Lu Jin's ear, the wind from the punch ruffling Lu Jin's hair, but it didn't hurt him in the slightest.

"What?" Chu Zhen's pupils shrank suddenly.

Dragon Shadow!

The audience erupted in chaos.

"What kind of movement technique is that? I've never seen it before!"

"What is that thing? Why is Brother Lu Jin drifting like that?!"

"Holy crap? Drifting with afterimages!"

The audience gasped in surprise!

On the stage, Chu Zhen's first punch missed, and a surge of frustration welled up inside him. Unwilling to accept defeat, he immediately unleashed a second punch.

The fist swept horizontally from the side, covering a wider area and almost completely blocking Lu Jin's left-side dodge space.

Lu Jin slid again, this time to the right, his body almost brushing against Chu Zhen's fist, the difference being less than two centimeters.

Chu Zhen gritted his teeth and threw the third punch, the fourth punch, the fifth punch...

He unleashed a series of Dragon Fist techniques, each punch imbued with the power of a dragon and an elephant. The force of his punches created waves of air on the arena, and even those watching from below could feel the oppressive pressure emanating from them.

Lu Jin was like a leaf fluttering in a storm, seemingly about to be torn apart at any moment, yet always managing to drift away lightly at the most dangerous moment.

His movements were so graceful, it didn't seem like he was fighting; it was incredibly eerie!

The full power of the Dragon Shadow Technique was on full display at this moment.

Chu Zhen grew increasingly anxious and confused as he fought.

His punches seemed to have become haphazard, no longer a series of coordinated moves, but simply a form of venting.

Every punch he threw was filled with rage, and every missed punch only fueled that rage.

"Useless trash! If you've got the guts, don't hide!" Chu Zhen roared.

At this moment, everyone on the scene looked at each other in disbelief, and countless students stared wide-eyed in disbelief!

They couldn't even touch the hem of Lu Jin's clothes!

How can we fight then?

Is this Chu Zhen, whom many of them believed would surely win?

Seeing Lu Jin with his arms crossed and a calm expression, constantly using Dragon Shadow to evade Chu Zhen's attacks, everyone couldn't help but swallow hard.

Swimming Dragon!

tease!

Even if Chu Zhen is stronger than Lu Jin, so what? A fourth-stage Body Refining cultivator fighting a third-stage Body Refining cultivator, yet there's a huge gap in speed!

They instantly understood why Chu Zhen was furious when he learned that his closed-door disciple had been snatched away by Lu Jin.

"It has to be said that Brother Lu Jin stole Brother Zhen's opportunity, and then turned around and beat Brother Zhen to a pulp."

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about!" Chen Wei immediately retorted, "Strength! Talent! Hard work!"

"Do you understand!"

"My brother Lu Jin's success today is entirely due to his own hard work and dedication!"

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