The Martial Saint rose to power starting as a substitute bridegroom.

Chapter 70 Grandmaster

Lin Chong didn't turn around, but stared at Shi Wanquan: "Brother Shi, are you satisfied?"

Shi Wanquan narrowed his eyes, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Good! That's satisfying!"

Lin Chong slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over each disciple in the arena. On those young faces, there was anger and resentment, but even more so, confusion and unease.

Senior Brother Li Yuan... how could he possibly be a match for that burly man?

The air was thick with tension at the Qingniu Martial Arts Club's training ground.

Shi Dazhuang stood on the stage. This towering man was expressionless, exuding an aura of profound and imposing presence that enveloped the surroundings.

The disciples of the Green Ox Martial Arts Society couldn't help but gasp.

As expected of the disciple ranked third in the martial arts exam, his mere presence was enough to instill fear.

Standing below the stage, Shi Wanquan shouted at him, "Son, go all out! Don't hold back! Beat him to a pulp! No matter what happens, Dad will cover for you!"

Lin Chong frowned and stopped Yang Cheng, who was about to go on stage. "I'll do it."

"Master Lin, you..." Yang Cheng was stunned for a moment. He knew Master Lin's physical condition best.

"Stop talking!" Lin Zhong said.

The setting sun cast long shadows on his slightly hunched figure, and his mottled white hair was tinged with a golden hue.

Seeing this, Shi Wanquan sneered and said to his son on the stage again, "Son, don't be afraid of him! Although Lin Chong is a Transformation Realm martial artist, his qi and blood have declined and he is no longer as powerful as he used to be. It's already quite good that he has 20% of his power left!"

"Master Lin, let me do it." Li Yuan stepped forward and stood in front of Lin Zhong.

Just then, a figure dressed in rags, wrapped in cotton wool, with filthy hair and covered in mud, suddenly jumped onto the stage, excitedly waving his arms and legs, "I'll do it, I'll do it... Hehehe... I'll do it, I'll do it..."

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"Haha...hehe...I'm a genius, I'm a genius!"

The figure dragged one leg, taking a few steps and groaning as it circled around the field, its eyes gleaming with an unreal light.

"I am the most outstanding disciple of the Green Ox Martial Arts Society, one of the top ten martial arts masters in Linjiang City. Why don't you all kneel down before me?!"

"Hehe...haha..." Lu Qing walked to a wooden dummy on his own.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, completely unable to believe what they were seeing.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

"See that? Isn't my fist technique amazing? This is the Dragon Form Fist!"

Lu Qing pointed at the wooden stake and began to laugh maniacally, "Haha—, hahaha—"

Suddenly, the maniacal laughter abruptly stopped. His gaze was fixed on the wooden dummy, his expression agitated, his face contorted and trembling with rage. "You're Xiao Yichen! You're Xiao Yichen of the Tianlong Martial Arts School! You beast! You ambushed me! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!!"

bang bang bang-

Lu Qing flailed his fists wildly, desperately smashing them against the wooden dummy. Soon, blood splattered everywhere, staining the wooden dummy red.

"Unfair! Unfair!" Ah, his eyes were filled with rage and deep-seated hatred, seemingly oblivious to the intense pain in his hands.

Yang Cheng ran a few steps and wrapped his arms around him from behind. "Junior Brother Lu, stop fighting. Xiao Yichen is already crippled. Let's go back and rest..."

"Rest? I can't rest! The martial arts exam is about to begin, I have to work twice as hard to practice, Mother is still waiting for me to win the martial arts exam and make something of myself!" Lu Qing's neck veins bulged as he struggled desperately.

Everyone gasped.

"How could this happen?...

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"Who knew? Judging from this, it seems the shock was too much... and he's gone mad?"

Lu Qing stopped struggling, his tiger-like eyes suddenly fixed on the source of the voice. "What did you say?! Say it again if you dare! Once I'm in the Guicang Alliance, I'm going to kill you! I'll kill you all!"

"Hahaha—, hahaha—"

'

Maniacal laughter echoed through the venue once again.

But soon the laughter turned mournful, like a wail, and finally turned into painful sobs.

Everyone who heard this turned pale.

The once invincible genius has gone mad, truly mad, utterly mad.

Chen Ting covered her nose and kept backing away, looking disgusted, secretly hiding behind the other disciples, afraid that Lu Qing would recognize her and cause trouble.

Qi Xiuyuan unfolded his white folding fan, his expression incredibly complex. He sneered and muttered under his breath, "You brought this on yourself. If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? Who told you to be so arrogant! What goes around comes around, it's retribution, retribution indeed!"

Lin Chong felt dizzy and it took him a full half minute to recover.

He swayed and had to grab onto a pillar at the side of the field to steady himself.

"Help him down to rest."

Upon seeing Lin Chong, Lu Qing suddenly rushed forward, grabbed Lin Chong's leg, and knelt down with a thud, startling Lin Chong once again.

He looked up at Lin Chong, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Master Qian, you're back? You're finally back! You've come to pick me up, haven't you? I'm your most prized student..."

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Lin Chong looked utterly defeated, letting him hold him. Tears, sweat, snot, and grime from his face quickly soaked most of Lin Chong's clothes.

A quarter of an hour.

After holding him for a full quarter of an hour, Lu Qing stopped moving.

Everyone thought he was asleep and was thinking of helping him up to the recliner.

Unexpectedly, Lu Qing's body suddenly trembled, and he abruptly released Lin Chong, his eyes filled with terror, looking at Lin Chong as if he had seen something terrifying.

He shuffled backward, his buttocks scraping the ground, pleading, "Don't hit me, I give up, don't hit me, I give up..."

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Lin Zhong's brows furrowed even more deeply.

Buzzing....

He was in a daze, turned around and stepped off the stage. As he leaned on the pillar, he felt a tightness in his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Teacher Lin!"

"Teacher Lin!"

The disciples were shocked and quickly helped Lin Chong to the sidelines to rest.

"I'm fine." Lin Chong waved his hand, picked up his teacup and took a sip, his complexion improving slightly.

The disciples of the Green Ox Martial Arts Society were already furious. A few of the more reckless ones quickly found ropes and tied Lu Qing up like a dumpling.

Lu Qing continued to curse angrily.

Qi Xiuyuan found a rag and stuffed it into his mouth.

Only a mournful sound remained.

Only after he fell asleep did the others loosen the ropes around him.

The people from Iron Fist Manor across the way were stunned. No one had expected such a turn of events. At this moment, they all felt pity and lowered their heads.

This commotion ruined the atmosphere of the boxing match.

Shi Wanquan sighed and shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and sat down on the other side of the table. His gaze toward Lin Zhong was no longer as cold and sharp as before.

"Brother Lin, how are you?" he asked with concern.

Looking back now, Lin Chong's previous remarks may not have been meant to be sarcastic or mocking.

Maybe I'm overthinking it.

After all, the shock of his son's repeated failures to get through to him might have clouded his judgment.

"It's alright," Lin Chong said expressionlessly. "Let's continue."

Shi Wanquan instructed his son in the arena: "Son, when sparring, stop when you've made your point. Winning is good, but don't use too much force and hurt anyone!"

Shi Dazhuang nodded emphatically, "Understood, Dad!"

He understood that sentence.

Lin Chong turned to Li Yuan and said, "Li Yuan, you go first. It's a rare opportunity to spar with a master. Focus on dodging and defending. You can lose, but you can't get injured."

"Disciple understands."

Yang Cheng patted Li Yuan on the shoulder. "Junior Brother Li, if you can't win, just admit defeat. Safety comes first. You're still young, we have plenty of time!"

Li Yuan turned his head and smiled at him, "Don't worry, senior brother, I know what I'm doing."

The smile was as gentle and calm as ever, but Yang Cheng felt that Li Yuan was different today. His eyes were too calm, as calm as the surface of a lake before a storm.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yuan was already on the stage.

He took a step forward.

It's just a simple step.

"Something's not right with this kid."

Shi Wanquan's originally gloomy face suddenly froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and he stared intently at Li Yuan on the field without blinking.

Beside him, Lin Chong felt the roar of blood and qi within Li Yuan's body. With a soft "snap," the lid of the teacup in his hand cracked open.

The two stood up almost simultaneously.

Ordinary disciples might not be able to see it clearly, but these Grandmasters of Transformation Realm could see it clearly. Within three inches of Li Yuan's body, the air was subtly distorted, as if an invisible aura was enveloping him!

That's not internal energy being released externally; at most, internal energy can only protect the surface of the body.

This is a sign that Qi flows throughout the body, internal and external forces are integrated, and the power is circulating in its own cycle!

Neutralize the force!

"Good lad!"

Shi Wanquan's shout wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy piece of wrought iron being smashed into a bluestone slab, the dull sound making one's eardrums throb.

However, before he could finish speaking, his once imposing figure suddenly blurred.

Without warning, without any build-up of power.

Shi Wan's entire figure stretched into a straight and heavy bluish-black iron line, directly "crashing" towards Li Yuan.

His right hand was not clenched into a fist, but rather held together like a chisel, with the tendons coiled around his arm bulging out, revealing a cold, hard, iron-gray color, aimed straight at Li Yuanzhong's abdomen and dantian.

This "chisel" strike was devoid of any frills or variations. While its speed wasn't exceptionally fast, the extremely concentrated power sent chills down the spines of all the onlookers, as if their own dantian were about to be pierced through by this chisel.

The strong wind pressed down on my body, as if I were carrying an anvil!

The entire training ground fell into a deathly silence, and all the disciples' faces were filled with horror.

This is a master of internal energy transformation making a move!

Yang Cheng was already terrified and his face turned ashen. Shi Dazhuang was even more shocked. Even now, he still didn't understand why his father had rushed up.

Only Lin Chong's eyes gleamed, as if he had suddenly become ten years younger.

Li Yuan, who was at the center of the storm, had his pupils shrink to the size of pinpoints.

But he didn't take a single step back.

Just as Shi Wanquan's "iron wire chisel" was about to touch his cloth shirt, Li Yuan's waist seemed to lose its bones, bending backward with a slight, almost imperceptible motion, like a willow branch in the wind.

It was neither a direct confrontation nor a dodge, but rather a movement that followed the unparalleled penetrating force, transforming one's body into an arc that flowed with the momentum.

呲——

A sharp, long sound, like a blade slicing through solid ice, suddenly rang out!

Shi Wanquan's iron fingers grazed past Li Yuan's clothes. The terrifying force gathered at his fingertips did not materialize. Instead, it was as if he had struck hard scales coated with grease. He was deflected by a sudden, clear and resilient "slippery force".

Even more astonishingly, the friction and clash of their energies actually caught a tiny wisp of dust floating between them. The dust neither fell nor dispersed; instead, it spun and trembled violently in the very spot where their energies clashed, forming a visible vortex of dust!

The intertwined forces are so powerful that not even a speck of dust can be left behind!

"Good! Good lad!"

The bluestone slabs beneath Shi Wanquan's feet groaned under the weight. He used the momentum to spin around, and his left arm suddenly awoke like an iron python that had been dormant for a hundred years, cutting through the air with a muffled sound of wind and thunder.

He stopped probing, crossed his arms, one in front of the other, his muscles tightening like iron wires, and the blood and qi surging under his skin made a "whooshing" sound like lead and mercury flowing!

The Iron Wire Fist's "Double Rope Twisting Pillar"!

He threw out both fists simultaneously, not in a straight line, but with a mysterious twisting trajectory, as if two giant red-hot iron rods were twisted together by an invisible force, to completely crush and pierce through everything in his path, whether flesh or steel!

Before the fist even arrived, the converging spiraling wind had already solidified the air around Li Yuan, causing the gravel beneath his feet to tremble and bounce.

This strike combines the power, penetration, and domineering nature of decades of Iron Wire Fist training; there is no way to avoid it, and retreating would lead to a collapse of momentum!

"Well done!"

Li Yuan sat down on his hips, his feet seemingly motionless, but a muffled "thump" came from the soles of his feet, like a giant deer stomping the ground.

The spine connects segment by segment, like a great dragon ascending to heaven, and the sound of blood and qi flowing through the body instantly transforms from a stream into a river!

He pulled his right fist back to his waist, knuckles facing upwards, the veins on the back of his fist emerging, faintly gleaming like jade, as if surrounded by a blue aura.

Without retreating or dodging, a most ancient and upright "Flying Dragon Horn Raises Its Head" strike rose from below, soaring into the sky!

This punch lacked the spiraling, strangling power of the Iron Wire Fist, but instead possessed a pure, explosive force like a dragon emerging from the sea, along with a unique, penetrating "ringing energy" vibration that went straight to the internal organs.

boom!!!

The moment the fists collided was not a simple loud noise, but a sound that combined the clang of metal striking metal with a rumbling thunder!

Visible, transparent ripples suddenly exploded from the point of contact between the two fists, like a boulder thrown into a deep pool.

Beneath their feet, the specially made thick bluestone slabs seemed to be struck by an invisible giant hammer. Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly and arched around the two of them, and finally shattered completely with a "crack", with stone dust and fragments spraying out in a ring!

Shi Wanquan's strong body swayed violently, his feet sinking deep into the rubble. With a "scratching" sound, he plowed two deep furrows backward and took three more steps to regain his balance. Each step he took created a dull dent in the pile of rubble.

His sleeves were torn to shreds, and on his bare forearms, the iron-gray skin was slightly red, with dark blue veins throbbing violently, sending waves of tingling numbness through him.

Li Yuanze drifted backward more than three zhang (approximately 10 meters) like a kite with a broken string before finally stopping his retreat.

His face flushed, and he felt a slight sweetness in his throat, which he forcibly suppressed.

His right fist was bright red at the knuckles and trembled slightly, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, like cold stars on a snowy night.

The dust settled slowly.

Shi Wanquan slowly exhaled a long, hot breath, like the residual heat from the bellows in a blacksmith's shop.

He looked at his slightly trembling yet still tightly clenched fist, then looked up at the young man opposite him, whose breath was surging yet whose spine was straight. The shock and scrutiny in his eyes eventually turned into a heavy, almost emotional, admiration.

His voice was hoarse, yet each word was clear, echoing in the suddenly silent training ground: "Incredible! Incredible! Congratulations, Brother Lin! Your Green Ox Martial Arts Society has a worthy successor!"

Li Yuan slowly regulated his breathing, suppressed his churning blood and qi, clasped his hands, bowed, and said with meticulous care: "Senior Shi, you flatter me."

Shi Wanquan's words "Incredible" were like a bucket of ice water poured over scalding hot iron, instantly igniting a burst of white steam and causing the deathly silent training ground to boil over!

"Transformation Realm?! Senior Brother Li has broken through to the Transformation Realm!"

I don't know who it was, but someone shouted in a trembling voice from excitement, like pouring hot oil into cold water.

It exploded immediately.