Gao Wu: I became a saint through daily settlements

"Lin Yue from your Jiang Province is quite impressive," Wan Yu said, praising Lin Yue's performance.

Among the new generation, there are very few martial artists with such solid basic skills.

"Such solid basic skills are truly rare among today's new generation of martial artists."

The current martial arts atmosphere is superficial, and the vast majority of new generation martial artists are extremely utilitarian in their training.

Almost everyone is obsessed with quickly breaking through energy levels and accumulating combat power data, just to obtain a higher life energy level rating in various official tests and martial arts competitions, so as to gain better resources and a higher starting point for themselves.

Those tedious and boring basic moves, body postures, and power generation techniques that require daily practice are almost never something anyone is willing to delve into.

Most martial artists have a weak foundation and rely entirely on their techniques and energy levels to build up their combat power. They may seem impressive, but they lack staying power.

"Second-tier swordsmanship, right?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Long respectfully replied, "Reporting to Palace Master Wan, it is indeed a second-tier sword technique."

"Practicing ancient martial arts?" Wan Yu glanced at Lin Yue, somewhat surprised.

As soon as he finished speaking, everything became clear.

Only the ancient martial arts training system, which emphasizes building a tall building from the ground up, requires honing the foundation, tempering the muscles and bones, and refining the details of power generation day after day, in order to develop such an impeccable and solid foundation.

"Write down this name, Lin Yue, and pay close attention to him." Wan Yu turned to look at the Martial Hall staff member accompanying him.

"Yes!" The staff member didn't dare to be negligent, holding the electronic recording terminal and rapidly tapping the screen with his fingertips.

With a few quick movements, Lin Yue's personal information and key performance data were marked and archived, and added to the list of key personnel under close observation by senior management.

Seeing this, a faint smile appeared on Tang Long's lips.

"It's safe."

The fact that Lin Yue was chosen by the head of the Southeast branch shows that he was highly regarded by the other party.

Tang Long's original plan was to let Lin Yue make a name for himself in the national finals of this National Martial Arts Competition, and with his outstanding national competition results, he would rightfully enter the list of core seed players of the Starry Sky Martial Hall.

But the situation is different now. Lin Yue’s talent and potential have already been recognized by the top leaders, and this training plan can be implemented ahead of schedule.

Having made up his mind, Tang Long casually found an excuse to leave, slowly walked away from the Hall Master's communication area, avoided the noisy crowd, and found Zhao Hengshan, who was coordinating the logistics of the event.

"Palace Master Tang." Upon seeing his superior arrive, Zhao Hengshan immediately bowed respectfully.

"Zhao Hengshan, have the staff of the Martial Hall add Lin Yue to the seed list ahead of schedule, and announce the list in a week."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hengshan was shocked and said:

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate to publish the list directly after only one week?"

Zhao Hengshan's meaning was clear: the seed list for the Martial Hall would not be fully finalized for at least another month.

If we follow Tang Long's instructions, the list of promising young talents will be released in less than ten days. This seems a bit too hasty and may cause dissatisfaction among some people.

Zhao Hengshan carefully considered his words and respectfully said:

"Lord Tang, although Lin Yue is making a name for himself in the Southeast Branch, he has not yet proven himself on the national stage."

"As is customary, the seeding list will be released after the National Martial Arts Tournament concludes and all data is evaluated."

"Given a week's notice now, I'm afraid—"

"I'm afraid some people will disagree?" Tang Long finished the sentence for him.

Zhao Hengshan lowered his head and did not deny it.

A tree that stands out in the forest will be felled by the wind; promotions that break the rules are always accompanied by controversy.

"You should know very well that the Starry Sky Martial Hall's seed list has never been a 'honor roll'."

"It's not meant to reward past achievements, but to bet on future potential."

Zhao Hengshan raised his head, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

Tang Long continued, "We've both seen Lin Yue's fundamental skills. A second-tier swordsmanship combined with a foundation in ancient martial arts—how many of those in the new generation can match that?"

"Not to mention the adaptability and combat instincts he displayed in the simulated combat just now. These things can't be built up simply by stacking life energy levels."

"There's nothing wrong with it."

"I understand." Zhao Hengshan said no more. "I'll go and make the arrangements right away."

"Wait a minute." Tang Long called out to him, then thought for a moment, "Don't let Lin Yue know about this before it's made public."

Zhao Hengshan was slightly taken aback, then realized what was happening.

Lin Yue is still a rough diamond, and knowing too early that he has been locked in as a seeded player may not be a good thing.

Sometimes, a change in mindset is more fatal than a difference in ability.

"Yes."

……

On the other side, after Lin Yue stepped down, he opened a functional energy drink, tilted his head back and drank most of it, and then ate a few mouthfuls of highly nutritious compressed food.

After quickly replenishing his physical strength and energy, Lin Yue casually checked the unread messages on his bracelet.

Gu Yutang

"Ugh, my dad's enlisted in the army again."

Uncle Gu, is he enlisting for the second time?

Lin Yue was somewhat shocked upon seeing this message.

The other party had served in the border defense force in his early years, guarding the human border and resisting the invasion of star beasts. He had long since completed his service and retired successfully.

According to the current military service regulations of Blue Star, retired soldiers do not need to be re-enlisted and can live a peaceful life at home.

"Then there's only one possibility: Uncle Gu chose to join the army voluntarily."

Looking at Gu Yutang's message, Lin Yue tentatively replied:

Why?

Gu Yutang replied instantly after the message was sent.

"The message I received from my dad's comrades' group is that the border star beast war has escalated again, and the frontline troops are severely insufficient."

"The military is calling on all retired veterans to respond to the nation's call, rejoin the ranks, and head to the border to fight against the invasion of the alien beasts."

Another Star Beast.

"Are these Star Beasts truly inexhaustible?"

Actually, when Lin Yue first met Chen Chongshan at the Municipal Bureau, he had a fleeting thought of joining the army.

After all, it is the greatest honor to fight for one's country!

However, he has already signed a contract with Starry Sky Martial Hall. If he wants to join the army, he will have to terminate the contract with Starry Sky Martial Hall first. Lin Yue is afraid he cannot afford to pay the breach of contract fee.

However, Lin Yue thought about it again and realized that as long as he could improve his strength, it didn't matter where he was. Besides, Tang Long had shown him kindness and generosity, so he couldn't possibly do such a thing.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Yutang sent another message.

"By the way, my mom's here in Jiangcheng too. When are you coming back?"

After looking at the message, Lin Yue thought for a moment and gave his reply:

"I should be going back tomorrow."

After replying to Gu Yutang's message, Lin Yue's thoughts returned to the dueling stage.

On the stage, the match between Zhou Yuanwu and Jing Ruoyi has ended.

In the end, Jing Ruoyi conceded defeat, and Zhou Yuanwu won.

Temple Master's Discussion Area.

Wan Yu glanced at the semi-final matchups, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Jing Ruoyi voluntarily admitted defeat?" He turned to look at Tang Long.

"Was this arranged by you?"

Tang Long quickly shook his head: "Palace Master Wan, you are wise. This was entirely my own decision."

"Knowing when to choose and when to let go, knowing what's important and what's not," Wan Yu nodded in approval.

"This Jing Ruoyi has a good character."

Sun Yi added from the side, "Jing Ruoyi is indeed a good prospect. Although her cultivation level is not top-notch, her combat awareness and ability to adapt to the situation are very strong."

Wan Yu pondered for a moment, then instructed the staff around him:

"Make a note of this. In this year's disciple rankings for the Jiang Province branch, Jing Ruoyi's ranking can be raised."

The staff member immediately took notes.

Zhao Hengshan and Tang Long exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Wan Yu personally intervened to adjust the rating, which is a great recognition.

"Zhou Yuanwu and Jing Ruoyi have completed their tasks; now it's up to Lin Yue," Zhao Hengshan analyzed.

Although that's what they say, judging from Wan Yu's current attitude towards Lin Yue, no matter how Lin Yue performs next, this Bone-Splitting Grass will be delivered to Lin Yue.

The upcoming matches will simply be a test of Lin Yue's mentality.

If one behaves well, one may receive more rewards, and perhaps even guidance from Sun Yi.

Upper bracket, ring number three.

Lin Yue stood in the center of the arena, his Mo Dao (a type of Chinese sword) beside him, and closed his eyes to rest.

The audience below the stage erupted in cheers.

"Zhao Lingyun! Zhao Lingyun! Zhao Lingyun!"

The disciples at the Handong headquarters chanted slogans in unison, their voices deafening.

Zhao Lingyun walked out of the waiting area with steady steps and a smile on her face, waving to the audience.

He was wearing a silver-white combat suit, his muscle lines clearly visible through the fabric, making him look like a tiger ready to pounce.

"Senior Brother Zhao, kill him!"

"Let the people of Jiang Province see what real strength is!"

Zhao Lingyun stepped onto the arena, his gaze falling on Lin Yue.

"You're very capable," Zhao Lingyun said sincerely.

"Getting this far proves you really have the ability."

Lin Yue opened her eyes and looked at him calmly.

"Thanks."

"But that's all there is to it." Zhao Lingyun's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes sharpened.

"I will show you where the pinnacle of the younger generation lies in the twelve southeastern provinces."

Lin Yue did not respond, but simply pulled the Mo Dao from the ground and held it horizontally in front of him.

Anyone can talk big; he wasn't intimidated.

The referee scanned both sides and raised his right hand.

"The match begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Lingyun moved.

Unlike his previous opponents who charged forward directly, he moved forward slowly, each step steady and powerful.

This precise control over power caused Lin Yue's eyes to narrow slightly.

The fact that Zhao Lingyun could control his power to this extent shows that he had reached a very high level of mastery over his own strength.

The term "entering the subtle" refers to the level of mastery achieved by precisely controlling the physical body, internal energy, and mental power under one times gravity; it is not a clearly defined level of mastery.

"If it's just microscopic observation under one-time gravity, then don't even mention being the pinnacle of the younger generation in the twelve southeastern provinces," Lin Yue thought to himself.

Zhao Lingyun stopped three steps away from Lin Yue.

"You make the first move," he said.

These three simple words exude a powerful sense of confidence.

Lin Yue showed no mercy, brandishing his Mo Dao, the blade whistling sharply as it hurtled straight at Zhao Lingyun's face.

This strike wasn't delivered with full force; it was a test.

Zhao Lingyun turned her head to avoid it, her movements fluid and graceful, without even taking a single step back.

"Too slow."

Lin Yue's eyes sharpened, his sword stance suddenly changed, and the dual force of the Dark Surge Sword Technique erupted instantly.

The blade sliced ​​through the air with unstoppable momentum, aiming for Zhao Lingyun's waist.

Zhao Lingyun finally moved.

Instead of dodging, he raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and grabbed the blade of the Mo Dao.

"What?!"

A gasp of surprise erupted from the audience.

Catching a knife with your bare hands? Are you crazy?

"clang--!"

A metallic clanging sound rang out.

Zhao Lingyun gripped the blade of the Mo Dao tightly with his five fingers. The double force slammed into his palm, but it only made his arm tremble slightly and did not cause any real damage.

"Double strength?" Zhao Lingyun looked at Lin Yue, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"It's good, but not enough."

He suddenly exerted force with his five fingers, and an overwhelming power emanated from the Mo Dao.

Lin Yue felt a jolt in his hand, and the Mo Dao almost slipped from his grasp.

He gritted his teeth and steadied himself, unleashing the full power of his Wave-Treading Steps as he retreated rapidly. At the same time, he drew his sword sharply, finally breaking free from Zhao Lingyun's grasp.

Five clear fingerprints were clearly visible on the blade of the Mo Dao.

The entire room fell silent.

Lin Yue looked down at the fingerprints on the knife, his pupils shrinking sharply.

Zhao Lingyun's strength far exceeded his imagination.

"Your double strength might be an unsolvable killing move for others," Zhao Lingyun said, flexing his fingers.

"But for me, it's not enough."

"because--"

He raised his right fist, and there was a faint flow of energy on his fist, with a low humming sound coming from the air.

"Me too."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhao Lingyun unleashed a punch.

There was no probing, no fancy moves, just a simple straight punch.

But this punch was incredibly fast, and the force was concentrated and did not dissipate, like a cannonball fired from a gun.

Lin Yue parried with his sword.

"clang--!"

A deafening roar.

Lin Yue was sent flying backward, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground before he finally came to a stop upon hitting the energy shield.

His hand was split open, and blood dripped down the hilt of the knife.

The long-handled broadsword in his hand was also shattered by this punch.

Zhao Lingyun withdrew his fist, smiled faintly, and pointed to the ground.

"I've said it before, the pinnacle of the younger generation in the twelve southeastern provinces is here."

The cheers from the audience surged like a tidal wave.

"Zhao Lingyun! Zhao Lingyun! Zhao Lingyun!"

"Handong Province is still quite strong!" someone remarked.

"It seems Lin Yue is going to be defeated by Zhao Lingyun."

"How can a second-tier sword technique be effectively used without a sword?" someone questioned.

Seeing that the Mo Dao was already rotten beyond recognition, Lin Yue simply threw it aside, and then a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Compared to swordsmanship, fist techniques are his area of ​​strength.

Lin Yue got into position and gestured for him to proceed.

"Want to have a boxing match with me?"

"Your mindset is pretty good," Zhao Lingyun said with a smile.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Lin Yue's fist came straight for his face.

"What?" Zhao Lingyun exclaimed in shock.

"So fast!"

He thought Lin Yue was only good at swordsmanship, but his fist skills were also that good.

There was simply no time to react.

Lin Yue honed his physical abilities under triple gravity, so how could he not be fast under single gravity?

"Detailed observation? That's far from impressive."

At this moment, Lin Yue's entire body erupted with a powerful energy, channeling all his strength to its limit.

"Bang--!"

The fist slammed solidly into Zhao Lingyun's hastily raised arm.

Unlike the easily neutralized attacks of the Mo Dao, this time, Zhao Lingyun's body actually slid back half a step.

They only took half a step back.

But enough.

The audience erupted in uproar.

"He fought off Zhao Lingyun?!"

"Are you kidding me? Zhao Lingyun is a ruthless person who trains under double gravity. How could he lose to Lin Yue in strength?"

Temple Master's Discussion Area.

"At this point, the advantages of traditional martial arts become very obvious."

"In terms of physical resilience and explosive power alone, the two are not on the same level," the Wannan Palace Master analyzed.

"Before, when I watched the swordsmanship, I couldn't really see the advantages of ancient martial arts."

"Now, by focusing on fist techniques, they're fully utilizing the advantages of ancient martial arts!"

"This is what ancient martial arts should be like!"

On the stage.

"Bang--!"

Lin Yue pressed his advantage relentlessly, unleashing the full power of his Wave-Treading Step, his figure moving like a ghost as he approached Zhao Lingyun.

The second punch followed immediately.

This time, Zhao Lingyun dared not be careless. He crossed his arms in front of him to protect himself, and his true energy surged wildly.

Another muffled sound.

Zhao Lingyun's arms were shaken open, and her chest was wide open.

A cold glint flashed in Lin Yue's eyes, and his third punch was already poised to be unleashed.

He was going to put all his strength into that punch.

The martial spirit resonated within his body, and the muscle memory honed under triple gravity was fully released at this moment. True energy surged out along the meridian lines unique to ancient martial arts, converging on his right fist.

Before the punch arrives, the wind comes first.

Zhao Lingyun's pupils contracted sharply as he sensed the threat of the punch.

But he was, after all, the ace of the Handong headquarters, and a recognized powerhouse among the new generation of the twelve southeastern provinces.

At the critical moment, Zhao Lingyun forcibly twisted his body and stomped his right foot on the ground.

"boom--!"

The arena floor was cracked, and gravel flew everywhere.

Using the force of the recoil, Zhao Lingyun managed to shift half a step to the side, avoiding the direct impact of Lin Yue's punch.

The force of the punch grazed his cheek, creating a visible ripple on his energy shield.

"That was close..." Zhao Lingyun's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

But Lin Yue's offensive was far from over.

The first punch missed, but the second punch changed angle, coming from below and aiming upwards at Zhao Lingyun's chin.

This is the Flowing Water Rock-Breaking Fist, which emphasizes speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

Zhao Lingyun gritted her teeth and leaned back, barely managing to avoid it.

The force of the punch grazed his chin, causing a burning pain.

"You..." Zhao Lingyun looked at Lin Yue in shock.

He hadn't expected that Lin Yue's fist techniques would be even more terrifying than his sword techniques.

Temple Master's Discussion Area.

Wan Yu's eyes lit up.

"Interesting," he murmured. "Very interesting."

Sun Yi leaned forward slightly from his seat, his eyes fixed on Lin Yue on the stage.

"This is no ordinary ancient martial art." Sun Yi's voice carried a hint of excitement.

"This is... a true inheritance of ancient martial arts, not just fancy moves, but a killing technique honed through real combat."

Tang Long's smile deepened.

He knew that Lin Yue had practiced ancient martial arts, but he did not expect that Lin Yue's mastery of ancient martial arts had reached such a level.

"Tang Long," Wan Yu suddenly spoke.

"exist."

"Where did you find this Lin Yue?"

Tang Long answered truthfully: "Jiangcheng Martial Arts Affiliated Middle School".

"A regular high school?" Wan Yu raised an eyebrow.

"Can an ordinary high school really cultivate such a high-level talent in ancient martial arts?"

"Reporting to Lord Wan, Lin Yue's ancient martial arts skills should not have been trained in a school, but rather passed down in his family," Tang Long explained.

"It's a family heirloom..." Wan Yu nodded thoughtfully.

"That makes it even more worthy of attention."

The battle continues on the arena.

Lin Yue's offensive was like a storm, punch after punch, kick after kick, giving Zhao Lingyun no chance to catch her breath.

Ancient martial arts techniques are simple and unadorned, without fancy movements; every move is designed to kill the enemy.

Zhao Lingyun was forced to retreat step by step, and the ground of the arena beneath his feet continued to crack.

The audience was completely stunned.

"Is this...is this still the Lin Yue who used a knife just now?"

"His fist techniques are even more powerful than his swordsmanship? What kind of monster is this?"

"Zhao Lingyun was beaten so badly he couldn't fight back?"

The disciples from the Handong headquarters were ashen-faced. Their proud senior brother Zhao was being suppressed by a contestant from Jiang Province.

"So, who truly represents the pinnacle of the younger generation in the twelve southeastern provinces?"