Observing Wanfa from the martial arts school servants

Chapter 52 Zhenshan Martial Arts School

Seeing Lin Mu stand still, Meng Changqing glanced at the viewing platform and received a slight nod from Duanmu Hong before waving his hand and saying, "Begin."

Without saying a word, Zhao Lie pushed off the ground with his left foot and charged forward like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

The right fist flips out from the waist – a tiger roars through the mountains.

The force of the punch pierced the air, with hidden energy wrapped around the fist, and a muffled tiger's roar exploded in the air.

This punch was delivered with full force.

He wanted to punch Lin Mu into the ground in front of the whole town.

Lin Mu instantly activated his Body Tempering Technique, his inner energy surging from his dantian and guiding it evenly throughout his body with his mind.

The four forces adhere to the air membrane, layer upon layer.

Zhao Lie's all-out effort and the fierce and domineering Tiger Fist were a perfect opportunity to test the limits of this membrane.

"Bang."

Zhao Lie's fist slammed into his chest.

The hidden force enters the body, like a wild bull rampaging through the meridians.

Lin Muqi moved freely, stacking four layers of force.

The outermost wind-controlling spear's spiraling force first disperses 30% of its power;

The penetrating force of the Long Wind Fist reverses its trajectory;

The fierce and powerful force of the Tiger Fist can withstand the force of a hard impact.

The explosive force of the whip kick dispersed the remaining power.

Zhao Liehu's second punch followed immediately.

Lin Mu turned to the side, his fist brushing against the air membrane, which automatically applied a spiraling force to disperse the force of his punch.

He stood in the center of the arena, letting Zhao Lie's fists pound on his body one after another.

He felt every punch that came his way.

The air membrane above the Jianjing acupoint reacted a beat too slowly;

The force applied to the outer side of the ribs is not evenly distributed;

......

Zhao Lie grew increasingly anxious as he fought.

Fists rained down on Lin Mu's chest, shoulders, ribs, and back like a storm.

Lin Mu's body swayed slightly under the fist, but his feet remained firmly planted.

Each time a punch struck his body, he neutralized it with the exact same rhythm.

Spiraling and dispersing, penetrating and drilling, fierce and hard impact, explosive force shattering.

However, the scene presented a different picture: Zhao Lie was pressing down on Lin Mu, raising dust in the air.

"This isn't right, is it?" The tall, thin man at the dock frowned. "Why is Lin Mu just taking the beatings without fighting back?"

The dark-faced man, beaming with pride, spat on the ground: "I told you long ago, last time Zhao Lie didn't know how to use the medicine. This time, if I really use my hidden strength, he won't even have a chance to fight back!"

Inside the carriage at Zuichunlou, Xing'er patted the carriage shaft and laughed, "What did I tell you! Sister Yanzhi, you always have the best eye!"

Rouge didn't reply; the melon seeds in her hand remained suspended in mid-air.

She also bet on Zhao Lie, but something just felt off.

At Changfeng Martial Arts School, Junior Brother Liu's face grew paler and paler.

Senior Brother Zhou frowned.

......

The Tiger Martial Arts School is overjoyed.

A burly disciple slapped the railing and laughed loudly, "See that! That's Senior Brother Zhao Lie's strength. Senior Brother, give him another punch!"

Qian Wanjun slowed down his hand as he turned the iron danger, staring at Lin Mu's feet, which hadn't moved.

"Bet is reopening!" a waiter at the Chang Le Casino shouted at the top of his lungs. "Those who bet on Zhao Lie to win can add more."

Chang Le Gambling House is owned by the Zhao family, so they are naturally aware of Lin Mu's strength.

Just as the crowd of people changing their registration numbers had finished squeezing through, Lin Mu stopped in his tracks.

He had thoroughly understood the power path of Zhao Lie's Fierce Tiger Fist, and the four layers of power on the air membrane had been perfectly integrated.

Zhao Lie launched another fierce attack, his right fist hurtling straight toward his chest with a tiger's roar.

Lin Mu pushed off the ground with his left foot, unleashing a sudden burst of speed, and like a ghost, he passed under Zhao Lie's fist and circled around to his side.

Willows sway in the wind.

His right palm, like a willow branch brushing across the water, cut in from the left side of Zhao Lie's neck. The edge of his palm carried the penetrating force of the Long Wind Fist and the spiraling force of the Wind Control Spear. The two forces overlapped and silently adhered to his skin.

The hidden force penetrated the body.

Zhao Lie's body stiffened abruptly, the tiger's roar stopped abruptly, and he crashed face down into the yellow earth, raising a cloud of dust.

He struggled several times, but his knees only managed to lift him half an inch before he slammed back into the ground.

One last time, I braced myself on my left arm, swayed a bit, and finally managed to kneel steadily.

The training ground was silent for a full three breaths.

Then Changfeng Martial Arts School was the first to react.

Junior Brother Liu shouted "Good!" in a hoarse voice.

Senior Brother Zhou clenched his fist;

Bai Yungui took a sip of wine and smiled slightly.

In contrast, look at the stands of the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School.

Qian Wanjun stopped holding the iron gall bladder;

The disciple who was patting the fence had his mouth open, a smile still on his face, but his eyes were looking somewhere else.

Xing'er of Zuichunlou stood there, copper coins scattered all over the ground.

Rouge peeked out from behind the carriage curtain and murmured:

"No matter how fierce Zhao Lie is, he can't beat that gentle touch."

He seemed to have gained some insight, as if it had inspired her skills, and even ignored the two taels of silver she had lost in the bet.

On the viewing platform, Duanmu Hong's hand, which was flipping through a booklet, stopped in mid-air. He waved his hand listlessly, preparing to leave.

Cui Mingyue and Ye Lang stood at the edge of the crowd at Changfeng Martial Arts School with somewhat solemn expressions, their gazes passing over the training ground and landing on a patch of shaded trees opposite.

There stood three people, all dressed in dark blue close-fitting clothes, with a bronze badge pinned to their chests—a mountain range with a dark red stone shard embedded at its peak.

The emblem of Zhenshan Martial Arts School.

The No. 1 Martial Arts School in Heyuan County, with two experts at the Transformation Realm.

Changfeng Martial Arts School only had one master, Master Hu, who was at the Transformation Realm, so the gap between them was originally huge.

However, Bai Yungui had already stepped halfway into the Transformation Realm, and Yan Hua was a genius with superior physical constitution, which made Zhenshan Martial Arts School feel threatened.

Now there's another Lin Mu.

They have to take this seriously.

The three of them stood under that tree shade from the beginning and never moved from their spot.

The leader was a lean man named Cui Yong, with high cheekbones and his hands behind his back.

Standing beside him was Ye Zhaoxi, a round-faced, chubby man, who was smiling, but his eyes never left Lin Mu.

Behind Ye Zhaoxi was a boy with a ponytail, a short sword hanging at his waist, and a somewhat lazy expression.

He is Quan Feng, a genius from Zhenshan Martial Arts School.

"Zhao Lie was played for a fool from beginning to end," Cui Yong said.

"Lin Mu does indeed have some strength."

"Give them another year or two, and the title of number one in Heyuan may no longer belong to our Zhenshan Martial Arts School."

"What a waste of time. I should have slept longer." Quan Feng yawned.

"That's not necessarily true."

"With the martial arts examination approaching, many independent cultivators are gathering, and among them, there are bound to be those who seek fame and fortune."

"It's not difficult to find someone to give it a try."

"Is there a suitable candidate?"

Ye Zhaoxi thought for a moment and said, "Xue Yuan."

"He has mastered the Wolf Claw Kung Fu and is also skilled in throwing knives."

"We can discern some of the true intentions."

"My Ye family was prepared long ago."

Ye Zhaoxi waved to the distance.

A burly man in his late twenties pushed his way through the crowd and stepped onto the ring.

He had unusually broad shoulders, a short, thick neck, and prominent temples. His shirt was open, revealing an old knife scar that ran diagonally from his collarbone to his ribs. There were two dark red marks on his cheekbones from years of fighting.

"etc."

"I am Xue Yuan, a rogue cultivator."

"Having come from afar, I've come to see this young man's impressive martial arts skills. I'm itching to test my skills against you."