Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

A Buddhist chant interrupted the conversation between Master Xuanyang and Qiao Rui.

When everyone looked, they saw that it was the lama in yellow.

"I am Debuba, a disciple of the Great Snow Mountain King. I have long admired the Buddhist martial arts of the Central Plains, so I have come all the way from the Great Snow Mountain. If you do not want to teach me, please step outside the arena so that I can ask the Shaolin monks for advice!"

"Humph!"

Master Xuan Yang snorted coldly. He would certainly not lower himself to fight with a junior like Debuba. He flicked his sleeves heavily and returned to his seat. As he turned around, he nodded to Qiao Rui in a friendly manner, obviously wanting to thank him later.

Everyone left, and only the yellow-robed Lama Debuba was left in the middle of the venue, looking at the Shaolin Sect with burning eyes.

Everyone also focused their attention on the Shaolin Sect. They had fought three battles with the Hu people, losing two and winning one. Although there were many reasons, a defeat was a defeat, and they could only place their hopes on the Shaolin Sect.

Master Wuwang twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand, smiled slightly, and was about to send his disciples into battle, but he heard someone laugh loudly: "I also know a few Buddhist martial arts. If the monk can beat me, it won't be too late to ask the Shaolin monks for advice!"

When everyone looked, they saw Qiao Rui walking into the venue.

Debuba was slightly startled and asked, "What's your name, benefactor? Are you a lay disciple of Shaolin?"

Qiao Rui smiled and said, "I am just a nobody. I just heard that you wanted to see Shaolin martial arts. I am eager to try it. Do you want to fight or not?"

Everyone outside the arena was talking in low voices, whispering, all complaining about where this person came from and why he was so reckless. He had already lost two of the five duels with the Hu people. The fourth one was particularly crucial. If he lost, it would be a big loss and he wouldn't even have to fight the fifth game. Even if he won, it would be three losses and two wins, which was not glorious at all.

Huang Jingxuan was holding Qiao Rui's knife and listening to the people around him talking. They all blamed Qiao Rui. He was so angry that his face turned red and he wanted to draw his knife and chop all those people. He said angrily: "My master is so powerful, how could he lose?"

The people around sneered and were too lazy to bother with the kid. The ignorant child had no idea about this kind of formation. Generally, the one who stayed behind to play was more powerful.

The previous one win and two losses were not good enough, and everyone expected Shaolin to win a game at the critical moment, and then Shaolin or Shushan to win the fifth game, so that there would be hope of victory. However, they didn't expect this guy to interfere and waste the opportunity.

Master Wuwang was happy to see that Qiao Rui was willing to fight for their Shaolin. It would be great if Qiao Rui won, but it didn't matter if he lost either. All that mattered was that their Shaolin just had to win the last round.

Although the overall loss was a collective disgrace to the Central Plains martial arts community, it was harmless to Shaolin. When Wudang Xuanyang Zhenren saw Qiao Rui suddenly rushing to fight, although he didn't know what his purpose was, Qiao Rui had just saved Yan Xiuzhu once, so it was naturally difficult to stop him.

Over at Shushan, Zhao Lingying recognized Qiao Rui as soon as she saw him. Although she and Qiao Rui had only met once at Dayefu Restaurant, she was also in the crowd watching when Qiao Rui broke the Lotus Fall Formation in the north of the city and killed Liu Dabiao of the Beggar Gang with a palm. She had a very good impression of this affectionate, righteous and martial arts skilled man, so she whispered to Dugu Nian for a while, who smiled and patted Zhao Lingying's hand and did not say anything to stop him.

Seeing that none of the three sects spoke, Jia Renyi from the Beggar Gang thought that although Du Zihan lost a game, anyone with a discerning eye could see that my disciple Lu Yanqing was actually much better than that Hu Ji, so it was not shameful. It was the kid in the field who lost, so let's see how you end it. He sneered in his heart and let it go.

When the other sects saw that the four major sects in the world remained silent, they had nothing to say.

Qiao Rui doesn't care what others think. He has finally waited for the opportunity, so how could he let it go easily?

Originally, he wanted to fight in the third match, but he had little connection with Wudang at that time, and he might cause Wudang's displeasure if he fought rashly.

This match was different. The lama specifically asked to learn Buddhist martial arts, so it was the perfect time for him to intervene. If he won with Shaolin martial arts, the Shaolin sect would naturally be happy to see it. If he lost...

How can we lose?

How dare you lose?

If he was defeated right now, how could he fight against the Beggars' Sect? How could he ask for help from Shushan? How could a defeated general make the big guys look up to him and speak for him?

When Debuba saw that all the leaders, including Shaolin, tacitly agreed for this man to fight, he said, "Okay!" He didn't waste any words and just swung his fist and started fighting. The two of them fought together.

Qiao Rui wanted to show off his Shaolin martial arts, and his set of Demon Subduing Palms made him feel very powerful. Although this technique was only an intermediate martial art, Qiao Rui had already practiced it to perfection. He had very few flaws in his body, and he could subdue dragons and tigers, subdue demons and eliminate monsters with a single move.

The two men fought back and forth, punching and palming each other frequently, and the sound of banging was endless.

"Hey, this guy is not bad!" A glimmer of hope ignited in the crowd outside the field, and they all perked up and watched carefully, hoping that Qiao Rui would not lose too badly, and at best, he would beat that lama to death.

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned. Debuba became more and more courageous as the fight went on. His muscles contracted and his veins bulged, and his blood boiled. He spoke the truth and punched one after another, simply and directly, yet with great power.

"Oh!"

The two men exchanged fists and palms again, and each took two steps back.

Debuba's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he shouted softly: "You keep using the same palm technique over and over again. You really look down on me. Well, I will let you see my Tantric skills!"

He took a deep breath, chanted the mantra, and moved his fingers quickly, making a series of strange seals.

Suddenly, Debuba's hands suddenly swelled up, his ten finger joints protruded, and his arms became muscular. He slapped out with one palm, which was extremely powerful.

"What is this? The Vajra Seal of the White Sect of Tantric Buddhism?"

Feng Wuya, the blue-robed master of the Hua sect who was sitting next to Shaolin, asked Master Wuwang in a low voice with some hesitation. He said that he was the youngest of the second-generation sect leaders, less than fifty years old, and his experience was not as good as that of the other sect leaders.

"Yes, it is the Vajra Seal, but it also incorporates some techniques from other sects to form a new superior martial art!"

Master Wuwang was well-informed and could tell at a glance how skilled Debuba was. He chanted the Buddha's name and said, "This Mingwang of the Great Snow Mountain is indeed powerful. He has unified the Tantric Buddhism and integrated the martial arts of various sects, then combined them together!"

"In that case, isn't the young man in the field in danger?" Feng Wuya said with some concern.

"Buddha have mercy on me!" Master Wuwang did not comment, but his eyes were bright, and he was looking forward to seeing how Qiao Rui would defeat the enemy.

"Well done!" Qiao Rui's eyes were solemn, seeing that the opponent only made a simple palm strike, but the momentum was condensed, and the wind and clouds surged when he attacked. He was startled in his heart and did not dare to be negligent. He changed the moves in his hands and used the advanced martial arts Vajra Palm.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The two men exchanged several moves in succession, and their powerful forces collided with each other, making a dull explosion sound that shook people's eardrums.

"Come again!" Debuba was fighting with great enthusiasm. His dark face turned slightly red. He changed the seals in his hands and attacked fiercely with his fists and palms.

Qiao Rui sneered in his heart, "How can it be as you wish!"

He moved very quickly, and he spun around to avoid Debuba's fist. He then used the "Questioning the Heart in the Red Dust" move, hitting Debuba's heart directly, which was a sophisticated move from the Vajra Palm.

Debba's moves were already old at this point, and he had no time to withdraw his hands to block. He hastily turned his body slightly and took the blow with his right shoulder.

"Oh!"

Debuba took a few steps back, grimacing. Even with his body as strong as diamond, he was in great pain from the beating. He was furious, thinking that the man was very cunning. He swung his arms and rushed forward again.