Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

Qiao Rui was about to jump into the field, but he didn't expect to hear a sneer from the side, and then a arrogant voice resounded throughout the field.

Who else could it be but that barbarian in white?

Meng Cunyi's eyes turned cold, and he asked in a gloomy voice, "In a martial arts competition, we should stop when we reach a certain point. Why do you keep making rude remarks to me? What is your intention?"

The Hu man in white was about thirty years old, with sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes and a tall nose. He was dressed in a white robe that fluttered in the wind, looking extraordinary and unrestrained. He held a folding fan in his hand and fanned himself gently, showing his romantic and unrestrained demeanor.

"I just can't stand the hypocrisy of you Central Plains martial artists. It was clearly a premeditated performance, but you insisted on calling it a challenge."

He pointed at the monk Lama beside him and sneered, "This disciple of the Tibetan King Ming was originally a disciple of 18 brothers who challenged each other. The one who survived the most was accepted by the King. The competition in the Central Plains is just a joke!"

"Asshole!" Meng Cunyi shouted suddenly, making everyone's ears buzz. "Daxia has unified the world for many years. There is no such thing as Tubo now. We are all part of Daxia!"

Shushan has been in charge of the southwestern martial arts world for many years and has long known that the people in the southwestern border martial arts world are disobedient and have been ready to make moves. Meng Cunyi deeply hates that they have become alienated from the Central Plains martial arts world.

"Yes, Master Meng Feng said it well. Now that the world is unified, there is no longer any distinction between Northern Wei, Southern Zhao, Western Liang, and Tubo. They are all the solid territory of Great Xia!"

Someone among the crowd responded loudly to Meng Cunyi. People in the martial arts world may seem rough and unrestrained, but they are never vague about justice.

The man in white smiled and did not argue about this. He said, "There is a lack of talent in the martial arts world in my border area. We can only improve through the trials of life and death. I often hear that the martial arts world in the Central Plains is prosperous and full of talents. We have come thousands of miles to watch the grand event of the Shushan disciple-recruiting ceremony. We originally wanted to see the peerless demeanor of the Central Plains martial arts geniuses, but we didn't expect to see a childish play!"

"presumptuous!"

"Where did this bumpkin come from, daring to come to my Shushan and make trouble?"

"There are so many martial arts masters in the Central Plains, how can you imagine it!"

Disciples from various sects and wandering cultivators angrily cursed at the man in white, saying it was so insulting. If you don't like it, just get out of here and go back to where you came from.

The disciple of the Ming Wang you mentioned, is that a sparring match? That is a life-and-death fight, okay? How can it be confused with that? This person looks cool and dashing, but what he says is annoying.

Meng Cunyi raised his hand and pressed it into the air. The scene suddenly became quiet. He sneered, "What do you think?"

In his eyes, these few small characters from the frontier martial arts world were really not worth mentioning. He wanted to see what kind of waves he was going to make.

The white-clothed man raised his lips slightly, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold and fierce, looking a little evil. He closed his folding fan, tapped it on his hand, and then pointed at the people around him and said, "There are five of us here, and we would like to ask for advice from the four sects in the world!"

After saying that, he looked around and added, "Of course, if other disciples have confidence, they can come and fight us!"

Jianghu, the martial arts world, no matter how much you say, in the end it all comes down to fighting!

Meng Cunyi wanted to agree, but since it involved the four sects, he couldn't make the decision alone. Just as he was about to signal Shaolin and Wudang with his eyes, he heard a voice from behind: "Okay!"

The voice was not loud, but it was heard by everyone. Meng Cunyi knew it was the voice of the head sister Dugu Nian without turning around.

Dugu Nian's tone was calm, and it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry. She continued, "Lingying!"

"Disciple is here!" Zhao Lingying stepped out from among the Shushan disciples.

"You are the protagonist of today's ceremony. Since those barbarians from the border areas want to see the proud son of the Central Plains, you should go and meet them. By the way, let others see if you are qualified to be the last disciple of the Shushan Sword Master!"

Dugu Nian didn't care how the other three sects arranged their responses. This was Shushan, and if anyone dared to interfere with her, she would fight back immediately.

"Yes!" Zhao Lingying didn't waste any words, drew out the newly-given Liuyun Qingshuang Sword and jumped into the arena, "Who will come?"

"Tuoba Xiong, go and play with this pretty girl. I know you like her!" The man in white pointed his folding fan at his companion, the big bear-like man.

The big man nodded and grinned foolishly, his eyes greedy, his bloody mouth wide open, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. He took out two black gold iron bone flowers from his belt and said teasingly as he walked: "Little beauty, Master Tuoba from Cangming Fort in the northern part of the Saibei is here to play with you!"

"Watch out for the sword!" Zhao Lingying frowned slightly. She felt that this man was very annoying. She didn't want to say more. Seeing the big man approaching, she thrust her long sword straight at him.

Tuoba Xiong looked lustful and brainless, but his hands were not slow at all. He saw the right moment and smashed the sword hard, causing a whistling sound. His Iron Bone was made of black gold and was extremely tough. Ordinary swords would break with one smash.

As soon as Zhao Lingying saw this posture, she knew she was no match for him. She turned her wrist and loosened the hilt of the sword in her hand. The long sword suddenly turned a corner along Tieguduo, but it turned around and the hilt hit Tuoba Xiong on the forehead.

Tuoba Xiong's head shook slightly, but he shook it off without caring. Zhao Lingying took the long sword that bounced back and slashed at Tuoba Xiong's throat.

Seeing this, Qiao Rui's eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought to himself that Zhao Lingying was indeed amazing.

The move just now was a bit like Bai Jing's "The Weary Bird Returns to the Nest", both of which were to keep the hand away from the long sword, relying only on the strong internal force to pull and control the angle, could this not be the sword control technique? However, the move just now was not very sophisticated, it was just the prototype of sword control.

The two men in the field fought back and forth, with a series of crackling sounds, and in an instant they exchanged more than ten moves.

Zhao Lingying's swordsmanship combines the characteristics of a fast sword and a sharp sword. It is both fierce and unstoppable, and also extremely fast in changes.

Tuoba Xiong was not weak either. He looked bulky, but his two iron swords, one for attack and one for defense, complemented each other perfectly. He wielded them with great vigor and power, and the two were in a stalemate for a while.

The disciples of various sects outside the arena were watching with their hearts swaying. They were cheering for Zhao Lingying's brilliant moves, and were secretly shocked by Tuoba Xiong's ferocious and ruthless defense and counterattack. This was much more exciting than the previous competition among the four sects.

In a blink of an eye, more than ten moves were exchanged. Zhao Lingying was unable to win the fight and resorted to the same old trick again. She let go of the sword again, and the long sword turned a corner, and the tip of the sword suddenly cut towards the side of Tuoba Xiong's neck.

"Good!" The crowd outside the stadium couldn't help but cheer. This move was cleverly responded to and the timing was good, as it happened just when Tuoba Xiong's moves were outdated and he was unable to defend.

Tuoba Xiong sneered, he ducked to avoid the long sword, and took the opportunity to take a breath, then he raised the Iron Bone Flower in his right hand, knocking the long sword above his head into the air, and at the same time, the Iron Bone Flower in his left hand flew out of his hand, smashing towards Zhao Lingying with the force of wind and thunder.

"what!"

Everyone was shocked. They didn't know whether Zhao Lingying could dodge this powerful attack. Even if she did, she would definitely lose control of the sword. If a disciple of the Sword Sect lost his sword when facing the enemy, wouldn't he be at the mercy of others?

Zhao Lingying frowned slightly and her eyes were solemn. At the critical moment, she slapped the rapidly attacking Tieguduo with her left palm, and took the opportunity to leap into the air like lightning. She stretched out her right arm and easily grabbed the long sword that was knocked away by Tuoba Xiong.

I saw her body twisting in the air, like a fairy flying in the sky, with the sword in her hand dancing mysteriously. Suddenly, a bright light burst out from the tip of the sword, like a flash of lightning and a rainbow across the sky, rushing down obliquely, giving people a feeling that she is invincible.

Tuoba Xiong suddenly felt a sense of alarm in his heart. He felt something was wrong and subconsciously raised his hand to cover himself.

"what--"

With a rough and miserable cry, everyone looked and saw that Tuoba Xiong's hands and forehead were pierced by a sword and nailed to the ground, dead.