Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

After Zhao Lingying stepped down, Meng Cunyi stood up again. Qiao Rui thought that the highlight was coming. It was impossible that the ceremony of accepting disciples in Shushan was held with such a grand ceremony to only accept disciples in such a short time. There must be other arrangements.

Meng Cunyi cleared his throat and said loudly: "I am a Shushan who specializes in swordsmanship and is known as the Master of Ten Thousand Swords. For decades, I have studied the swordsmanship of the world and compiled a sword canon!"

"This sword manual includes and improves most of the sword techniques in the world. We have divided them into four categories after eliminating the dross and retaining the essence. The first is sharp sword, the second is heavy sword, the third is fast sword, and the fourth is sword control. Later, my Shushan disciples will demonstrate their skills one by one to thank you for coming from afar for your congratulations!"

"How shameless!" A discordant voice came from the crowd watching the ceremony below.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man in white among the group of Hu people. His voice was not loud, but he did not try to suppress it either. He was chatting casually with the Hu people around him.

"How dare you claim that you have mastered all the sword techniques in the world? Have you learned Shaolin's Bodhidharma sword technique? What about Wudang's Tai Chi sword technique? The Huashan Sect and the Dian Cang Sect haven't been taken down yet, have you? You destroyed a few small sword sects and seized a few sword techniques, and you dare to call yourself the world's sword master. How arrogant!"

The people around him heard his bold and nonsense, and although there was some truth in his talk, they were afraid of getting hurt, so they all moved away from this group of barbarians unconsciously.

Those sitting at the top were all masters who had been famous for many years. They naturally had sharp ears and eyes, but they all pretended not to hear and waited to see how Shushan would respond.

Meng Cunyi glanced at the group of Hu people, and seeing that he was not questioning loudly and explicitly, but was just having a casual conversation with his friend, he did not want to get angry. Besides, the martial arts performance was more important. After seeing the strength of Shushan, he would see what else they would say.

"The martial arts performance begins!"

Meng Cunyi announced in a deep voice, and his disciples immediately came on stage. There were thirty disciples in total, all dressed in blue and holding fine steel swords, standing in a line.

"kill!"

With a loud shout, all the blue-clothed disciples drew their swords, murderous intent surging.

This should be their sharp sword technique, right? Qiao Rui thought to himself, and saw the Shushan disciples perform a set of sword techniques, like an eagle flying in the sky, or a tiger descending from the mountain, moving forward courageously and unstoppably, deeply understanding the true meaning of "I will cut off all the difficulties and obstacles ahead with one sword".

"it is good!"

Someone shouted first, and then the crowd came to their senses and cheered.

After practicing a set of sword techniques, the blue-clothed disciples quietly left the stage, and then a group of black-clothed disciples came up, holding heavy swords and walking with steady and powerful steps.

This heavy sword is certainly not Dugu Qiubai's heavy sword with no edge and is very ingenious. Their heavy swords still have a sharp edge, but it is two fingers wider than ordinary swords and a little thicker.

This set of sword techniques emphasizes momentum. Each sword is stronger and more powerful than the last. Once it is performed, it is like a surging river. Each of these disciples is tall and strong, and their movements are unified with concentrated momentum. A heavy murderous intent gradually presses down on the group of heroes and scattered cultivators like a dark cloud pressing down on the top of the head like a tidal wave.

"what!"

The casual cultivators in the front row knew clearly that the Shushan disciples would not hurt them, but they could not help but cry out softly and retreated one after another. However, the few Hu people did not move and stayed alone in the front row.

After practicing sword skills, the black-clothed disciples strode off the field, and were replaced by a group of white-clothed disciples. They were all broad-shouldered, thin-waisted, tiger-backed, and ape-like arms. They held thin swords in their hands, which were both thin and sharp.

"Master, it's Li Shaobai!" Huang Jingxuan couldn't help but exclaimed softly when he saw Li Shaobai among the group of white-clothed disciples.

"Just stay still, I have my own plans!"

Qiao Rui stopped Huang Jingxuan's unusual movements. Shushan could pretend to be ignorant of the provocation by the Hu people before, which shows the importance of martial arts performance to them. If he went to find Li Shaobai at this time, he might not only fail but also make things worse.

However, if he went to look for them alone after the ceremony, he would be unable to handle the situation alone if the Shushan sect bullied its customers. He had to find the right time to intervene during the ceremony. He, the Shushan sect, could not cover up right and wrong in front of all the heroes in the world.

After pacifying Huang Jingxuan, he looked at the martial arts arena again. There was already the cold flash of swords. This sword technique was all about speed. The sword came out like a dragon, like a violent storm, a strong wind sweeping the fallen leaves. Thirty thin swords flashed quickly in the sun, dazzling the eyes like a startling lightning.

The sword skills were fast and the practice was also fast. The white-clothed disciples quickly left the stage, and no other disciples came up.

"Why are there no disciples coming up? Aren't there still sword-controlling ones?" someone in the crowd whispered.

"Do you think I'm stupid? Demonstrating the first three sword techniques is enough to show off my prowess. You still want to see how I control the sword? Controlling the sword is so unfathomable. How can I show it to others so easily?"

Bao Da Ting looked down on the man's ignorance and sighed, "The Shushan School's understanding of swordsmanship is truly the best in the world!"

As expected, Shushan was unwilling to demonstrate his sword-controlling skills. Meng Cunyi stepped forward, clasped his fists, and saluted the heroes, then introduced the next step with a smile.

"One person's martial arts performance is not as good as two people's sparring. For those of us who practice martial arts, if we want to improve bravely and diligently, we can't just work behind closed doors. We need to spar more so that we can find out the gaps and improve each other. Next, our four major sects will have disciples from each faction fight against each other for a few rounds. Please appreciate it!"

As soon as Meng Cunyi finished speaking, a Shushan disciple in white came on the scene holding a sword.

"I am Tang Wenlong, a disciple of Cangjian Peak of Shushan Mountain. Which senior brother would like to give me some advice?"

"Beggars' Sect Zhou Huacheng, please give me some advice!"

This segment was discussed in advance by the four major sects. It aims to showcase the advanced martial arts of the four major sects, with the main focus on displaying their own martial arts, so as not to hurt the harmony.

But the Beggars' Sect and Shushan Sect, one is domineering and arrogant while the other is aggressive and aggressive, and they dislike each other. So as soon as the Shushan disciples opened their mouths, the Beggars' Sect was the first to come on stage. As soon as the two of them started fighting, it was hard to tell who was fighting and they were full of anger.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

The two men's weapons frequently collided. In addition to the Dog Beating Stick Technique, the Beggars' Gang also had various stick techniques, most of which were fast and complicated.

Tang Wenlong's fast sword was also evolved from a set of swift sword techniques. The two of them fought fast, as fast as lightning, which was dazzling to watch.

In the end, Tang Wenlong's sword was faster and knocked Zhou Huacheng's bamboo stick away. He put away his sword, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you!"

Zhou Huacheng snorted, picked up the bamboo stick and left in shame.

The subsequent battle between Shaolin and Wudang was much milder. The two disciples cooperated with each other. One only attacked and did not defend, trying his best to show off his martial arts, while the other only defended and did not attack to serve as a sparring partner. This was repeated for dozens of moves, and the two men left in a draw.

Then Shaolin and Wudang fought against the Shushan Beggars' Sect separately, and there were no mistakes, both ended in a draw. Although these fights were not as intense as the first one, they were also well-formed and exciting, and the exquisite moves aroused cheers from the crowd.

"Is that about it?" Qiao Rui looked at the fight in the arena, secretly feeling anxious. There had been no good opportunity for him to have a chance to appear.

"The four sects are fighting each other. It seems that there is only one last match between Shushan and Wudang left. After they finish fighting, there will be nothing for me to do. Otherwise, I will rush to fight with the Shushan disciples before the Wudang disciples in the next match?"

"Yes, let's do this. I have to go up and show my face. Even though it's a bit rash, there's no other way. At most, I can make that Shushan disciple lose beautifully!" Qiao Rui made up his mind and waited for the Shushan disciple to enter the field before he jumped in.

"Hahaha, this is so funny, you call this a duel? I think it's not even as good as a fight between kids!"

A man's voice shocked the whole audience!