Martial Arts Crossover: Zhao Min, your sidekick is really something else.

This time, Xiao Yaoqing didn't intend to use the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to dodge. He had already mastered the intricacies of that footwork, and besides, wasn't Zhao Min telling him to get serious?

Xiao Yaoqing's gaze fell on the cold, gleaming sword blade opposite him, and his pupils contracted slightly. The next moment, he raised one hand, and a faint light emanated from his palm.

Below the arena, Iron Palm Ruthless Yuchi Feng suddenly took two steps forward, his eyes filled with intense shock.

On the stage, Xiao Yaoqing met the sword tip head-on with a palm strike—not a side attack, not a parry, but a direct strike at the sharpest point of the sword!

Seeing this, Zhao Min's heart tightened, and she almost cried out, "Is he courting death?"

Although she wanted to teach Xiao Yao a lesson, she never intended to cripple his hand. An ordinary person would definitely lose their hand if they took that attack!

"Xiao Yaoqing, have you gone mad?!"

Zhao Min exclaimed in surprise.

She instinctively tried to sheathe her sword, but she was only an ordinary expert, and her control over the techniques was not yet at a level of perfection. This strike was already unstoppable.

"clang--"

It exploded with a crisp sound.

Zhao Min involuntarily closed her eyes, unable to bear the bloody scene of Xiao Yaoqing's palm being pierced by the long sword.

The expected scream did not occur. She only felt a jolt in her hand, her tiger's mouth went numb, and the sword suddenly felt lighter.

"Jingle bells—"

Several broken sword fragments landed on the stone slab of the arena, bounced twice, and then remained still.

Zhao Min opened her eyes, stared at the longsword in her hand with only the hilt remaining, and stood there stunned.

Below the stage, the ruthless Iron Palm Yuchi Feng couldn't contain himself and blurted out, "Impossible! How could this be!"

The ascetic monk Fan Yao, standing nearby, frowned and glanced at him, his eyes filled with inquiry. The two elders of Xuanming also exchanged a look. Hebi Weng rose and walked to Yuchi Feng's side, lowering his voice to ask:

Master Yuchi, are you alright?

Yu Chifeng's face froze, his eyes filled with shock.

When someone asked, he answered almost without thinking:

"This move is the signature technique of my Iron Palm Clan! Even I have only mastered it to the fifth level, but this kid..."

"I've never even met him, but the Iron Palm technique he used... it seems to be even more powerful than mine!"

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, the ascetic immediately frowned.

The two elders of Xuanming were also full of confusion and looked at each other.

Yu Chifeng and Xiao Yaoqing were complete strangers, and Iron Palm was a skill that the Iron Palm Clan kept secret.

Where did this kid learn that from?

Stealing knowledge?

But if it was stolen, how could he dare to use it in front of Yuchi Feng?

Hebi Weng asked another question:

Are you sure you're not mistaken?

"impossible."

Yu Chifeng shook his head, his tone very certain, "Mr. He, if someone used the Xuanming Divine Palm in front of you, would you admit it was a mistake?"

"Well……"

Xiao Yaoqing had actually used the Xuanming Divine Palm technique before.

However, Yu Chifeng's words made sense—in his eyes, the Iron Palm was just like the Xuanming Divine Palm in the eyes of the Xuanming Elders; he could recognize it even with his eyes closed.

At this moment, Hebi Weng's expression suddenly turned strange:

"Master Yuchi, do you think it's possible that you believed your master was dead, even erecting a monument, but in reality..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Lu Zhangke quickly covered his mouth, casually tossed him aside, and glared at him fiercely.

Think before you speak!

Crane-Pen Elder was stopped by his senior brother, his face full of resentment, but he still shut his mouth, though he muttered something under his breath:

"But it's certainly possible..."

Yu Chifeng had absolutely no idea what Hebi Weng was talking about.

But what he cared about most right now was why Xiao Yaoqing possessed the Iron Palm technique, and why his cultivation level was even higher than his own!

For a moment, a deep sense of wariness appeared in his eyes as he looked at Xiao Yaoqing.

For the ascetic Fan Yao, it was not unusual for someone to be proficient in a hundred different martial arts styles.

Didn't he himself practice eleven of the seventy-two Shaolin arts?

The issue is--

"How old is this kid...?"

That's right.

Xiao Yaoqing is too young!

How could he possibly have the time to travel the world and learn all these advanced martial arts techniques?!

When Zhao Min opened her eyes, the sword on the arena had already shattered into five pieces.

She breathed a sigh of relief at first, but the fire in her heart burned even brighter.

What happened?

She actually softened her heart just now?

This guy has been playing her for a fool, so why is he the only one who doesn't get hurt?

What frustrated her even more was that she still couldn't understand why Xiao Yaoqing's hand had collided head-on with the sword's edge, leaving his palm unharmed while the sword broke into five pieces.

She felt like she had been made a fool of again.

To be honest, Zhao Min isn't stupid.

The strange thing is that from childhood to adulthood, all the so-called experts around her, including the Xuanming Elders, always held back when they sparred with her.

They all seem serious on the surface, but who isn't just trying to make her happy?

But Xiao Yaoqing is different.

He had no intention of practicing martial arts with her; he just wanted to test how useful the things he had copied and the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) given by the system really were.

Zhao Min grew angrier the more she thought about it.

She threw the remaining sword hilt on the ground and lunged at Xiao Yaoqing empty-handed.

This is what Xiao Yaoqing was waiting for.

He saw her fist coming at him, and with a flick of his wrist and a slight turn of his body, he managed to precisely grab Zhao Min's wrist from an impossible angle.

Then break it down.

Zhao Min's arm was twisted behind her back.

It really hurt, but she didn't stop.

She turned around in the direction she was being held, broke free, and slapped back with her other hand.

Xiao Yaoqing's hand came around from the other side and locked her arm again.

She raised her leg to kick, but the result was the same.

Below the arena, Hebi Weng frowned and muttered, "How come the princess can't even dodge a simple grappling move?"

He hadn't figured out what was going on yet.

But his senior brother Lu Zhangke's eyes had changed, as if he was plotting something.

No one noticed that a strange light flashed in the eyes of Fan Yao, the masked ascetic.

He recognized him—

This is the "Picking Flowers and Grasping Hand" technique from the 72 Shaolin Arts.

This is a skill that the Shaolin Disciplinary Hall doesn't teach to outsiders. I spent countless days and nights practicing this grappling technique back then. But how come that kid Xiao Yaoqing also knows this move?

Nonsense, didn't you secretly teach him that?

Of course, Fan Yao couldn't possibly know about this.

The techniques of "Nianhua Qinna" (拈花擒拿) are completely different from ordinary grappling. Ordinary grappling techniques all involve transforming the palm into a grab, emphasizing speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. But "Nianhua Qinna" leans more towards "pinching."

The technique involves light, airy movements, which are the complete opposite of the lightning-fast, powerful force of grappling techniques.

The brilliance of this move lies in this: the movements appear gentle, yet each strike precisely targets the opponent's vital points. Before the opponent can even react, they are already firmly in control; trying to break free? Forget about it.

"Just how many trump cards does Xiao Yaoqing still have hidden?"

The sounds of fighting had ceased on the arena.

Zhao Min was in a terrible predicament—both her arms and one leg were bound behind her back by Xiao Yaoqing's hand. She was on one leg, her whole body like a crab bound hand and foot, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from Xiao Yaoqing's arm.

A glint of light finally flashed in Lu Zhangke's eyes as he exclaimed, "No, this isn't an ordinary grappling technique; it's the 'Flower-Picking Grappling Technique' from the Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts!"

"What? This..."

He Biweng, standing nearby, was taken aback, then his expression changed drastically. "It really is the Flower-Picking Capturing Hand!"

"But how come Xiao Yaoqing even knows Shaolin's ultimate techniques?"

To be honest, the Xuanming Elders also knew a few Shaolin kung fu techniques. Unfortunately, they didn't know many, and their skills weren't particularly refined.

But Xiao Yaoqing in front of me used it with such fluidity and ease!

Lu Zhangke and Hebi Weng exchanged a glance, their shock evident in their eyes.

Lu Zhangke lowered his voice: "This kid... not only knows the Beggars' Sect's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, but also our Xuanming Divine Palm. Now he even knows all the Iron Palm Clan's and Shaolin's ultimate techniques!"

"Where did he learn that from? He's only twenty-two!"

Having many special skills is actually nothing special.

What's frightening is that he's mastered so many extraordinary skills at such a young age. If given enough time to grow, how far can this person go in the future?

Could he... become the next Zhang Sanfeng? The next Master Kongjian?

In an instant, the two elders of Xuanming elevated Xiao Yaoqing to that level.

Gee tut.

I wonder if Xiao Yaoqing will feel embarrassed after hearing this evaluation.

Zhao Min on the stage had a face full of anger.

When has she, the dignified Princess Shaomin Temur, ever suffered such humiliation?

A surge of anger shot up to my forehead.

Zhao Min turned her head, wanting to lash out at Xiao Yaoqing.

But the next second—

Xiao Yaoqing's arm was wrapped tightly around her, and their shoulders were pressed together. When she turned her head, their noses were touching.

"you……"

The distance was ridiculously close, and Zhao Min shuddered violently, instinctively backing away.

But her cheeks had already burned bright red.

She's only seventeen this year. When has she ever been in such close contact with a strange man?

Even though it was just a slight touch on the nose, if she had raised her chin even a tiny bit more, she would have really crossed the line!

If it were any other man, Zhao Min would have already killed him with a single sword stroke.

But now she's been subdued by Xiao Yaoqing and has no chance to make a move.

Besides, Xiao Yaoqing is indeed good-looking.

Zhao Min herself didn't understand; staring at the magnified handsome face in front of her, her heart skipped a beat.

But she found that Xiao Yaoqing didn't react at all, and he was still there.

Xiao Yaoqing was indeed stunned, but not because of his close contact with Zhao Min.

But -

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully copied the ultimate light-foot technique, Swallow Returns!]

Xiao Yaoqing had previously thought that he could replicate Zhao Min's abilities by holding her hand or getting slapped by her.

Who would have thought that our first physical contact would be in such a setting?

As for this supreme lightness skill, he remembered that in the original novel, Zhao Min's internal strength was average, but her lightness skill was definitely of a superior level.

That's why she can move with the sword when she wields it, exuding a powerful aura.

"Hmm, not bad..."

To be honest, Xiao Yaoqing was quite satisfied that he was able to replicate Zhao Min's best skill on their first meeting.

Little did Zhao Min know that he was studying the gadgets the system had given him.

She thought Xiao Yaoqing was staring at her blankly because of what had just happened.

Zhao Min is feisty, but in the end, she's just a seventeen-year-old girl.

She is never hesitant to be shy in situations where it's appropriate.

The two couldn't stay like this forever, she said in a low voice: