Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

Debuba wanted to fight Qiao Rui with his fists, palms and energy, but Qiao Rui could not do what he wanted.

After a few head-on collisions at first, and after testing out the power of the Lama's strange seal, Qiao Rui stopped acting recklessly and simply used his magical body and palm techniques to deal with it.

Vajra Palm has never been a purely brutal and tough martial art. Qiao Rui has mastered it naturally and used it with great skill. He has brought the essence of this martial art of seven parts strength and three parts dexterity to the fullest, and his moves can be hard or soft, strong or weak at will, just like an antelope hanging on a horn, unpredictable.

Debba was feeling annoyed, he knew that the opponent was as strong as him, but he was restrained and not enjoying the fight at all. Even though he was cold and indifferent by nature, he couldn't help getting angry and could hardly control himself.

While Qiao Rui was making his moves, he was secretly observing Debba. As the saying goes, tough things will eventually break. Even if he has a body of iron and steel, he will not be able to last long if he keeps being so tough and reckless.

Seeing that Debba finally became impatient and his moves could not be connected smoothly, and there seemed to be a blockage and gradual disarray, Qiao Rui felt relieved.

Suddenly, when his momentum slowed down, he launched three powerful palm strikes, forcing Debuba to retreat again and again, finally revealing a big flaw. Qiao Rui quickly used his body skills, moved forward, and with a move called "Morning Bell and Evening Drum", he knocked Debuba away.

"Deng deng dang deng deng!"

Debuba retreated more than ten steps and was stopped by the white-clothed barbarian who rushed over. His blood was surging in his chest, his internal organs felt like they were on fire, his throat felt sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Okay, good fight!"

"Well done!"

The crowd outside the stadium was excited and cheered loudly.

"With such skills, how can he be an unknown person?"

The white-clothed Hu man helped Debuba sit on the ground and let him heal himself. Then he walked up to Qiao Rui, waving a folding fan and said, "I am Ouyang Qian from Baituo Villa. May I ask your name?"

"Want to know? Tell me after you defeat me!" Qiao Rui replied indifferently, not wanting to say more to him.

He is over 30 and still calls himself a young man. Isn't it annoying? Is it great to be handsome? He waved at Huang Jingxuan and asked him to take the Cloud Patterned Moon Slashing Sword.

When Huang Jingxuan saw his master recruiting him, he looked at the people around him with pride. At first they blamed Qiao Rui for acting recklessly, but now they are slapped in the face, right?

Huang Jingxuan came to the scene holding the Cloud Patterned Moon-Chopping Knife and handed the knife to Qiao Rui, saying proudly: "Master, you are so powerful!"

Qiao Rui patted Huang Jingxuan on the head and asked him to watch the fight aside.

The white-clothed barbarian who called himself Ouyang Qian narrowed his eyes when he saw Qiao Rui's posture, "You really don't need to go down to rest, do you want to fight again?"

"Don't bother two masters with one thing, make your move!"

Qiao Rui drew his sword, and the cloud-patterned moon-cutting sword shone brightly in the sunlight. He was determined to show off in front of the heroes, so he decided to have another fight and win the favor of the Shaolin sect. He still had the Arhat's sword that he hadn't used yet!

"That's offending!"

Ouyang Qian's expression became serious. Since this man acted like this, he must have some intention. He decided to strike first. He waved his fan and hit Qiao Rui.

It turns out that Ouyang Qian's fan is his weapon. The fan is made of fine steel as the frame, with a pointed top and the fan surface woven with ice silk from the Western Regions. It is impervious to water and fire, and difficult to be damaged by swords and knives, so it is called the Ice Skin and Iron Bone Fan.

The Ice-Skin Iron-Bone Fan has wonderful techniques of opening, closing, holding, stabbing, holding, hanging, chopping, piercing, lifting, clouding, and sealing, which is extremely powerful.

"White Camel Villa has accumulated more and more martial arts over the years. This fan technique alone can reach the top level, not to mention other palm techniques, fist techniques, sword techniques, staff techniques, and other light skills and internal skills!"

Feng Wuya looked at the fierce battle in the arena and said to Master Wuwang with a smile, "But that young man in the arena is even more extraordinary. Not only is his palm technique amazing, but looking at his sword technique now, it must be the superior sword technique of your Shaolin lineage, right?"

Master Wuwang twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand, with a faint smile on his face, and nodded, "Yes, it is the advanced sword technique of my Shaolin, second only to the 72 unique skills - the Arhat Breaking Precepts Sword!"

"The palm techniques used previously were also relatively advanced palm techniques - the Vajra Palm, and the intermediate martial arts Demon Subduing Palm!"

"As expected, this boy has a great affinity with your Shaolin!"

The head of Huashan, Feng Wuya, was full of envy. He had never met such a talented person in Huashan, so his sect was declining due to the lack of talents. If it were not for Shaolin's intention to make friends, the sect would have been destroyed by Shushan, who took away its sword skills and ruined its foundation, just like other sword sects.

Back then, Feng Wuya was ordered to take over Huashan and worked hard to manage it, but was forced back by Shushan. If Shaolin had not been unable to tolerate Shushan's growing power and had been secretly supporting Huashan, Feng Wuya would have collapsed long ago.

Therefore, Master Wuwang knew what Feng Wuya longed for in his heart, but it was no small matter for a sect to accept a disciple, and the most important thing was to focus on one's character and conduct. Otherwise, even if one had extraordinary talent, he would still be a disaster.

Wuwang chanted the Buddha's name lightly: "Amitabha, Master Feng, you can't force it!"

Feng Wuya nodded, stopped talking, and turned his attention back to the scene.

Qiao Rui and Ouyang Qian were fighting fiercely. Ouyang Qian's fan technique was strange and erratic, and his moves were magical, while Qiao Rui's sword technique was powerful, domineering and brave. Both of them were extremely fast, and their figures were entangled back and forth, making the fight difficult to resolve.

"Young man, try harder and kill this pretty boy!"

"Yes, yes, beat him to a pulp, who made him look down on our Central Plains martial arts world!"

"Let him see the profoundness of our Central Plains martial arts!"

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After Qiao Rui won the previous game, the attitudes of the players outside the stadium changed. They were all optimistic about him and cheered him on.

The green-clad Hu girl, the only one in a better condition among the Hu people, was very angry when she heard the nonsense of those ruffians. She turned her head to look at the men from the Central Plains martial arts world, and glanced at them with the only eye that was exposed outside the white veil covering her face. Her eyes were charming and angry, which made all the heroes bewildered and fascinated.

"It's finally quiet!" The green-clothed Hu Ji snorted, and then continued to pay attention to the fight in the field. She looked at Ouyang Qian for a while, and then stared at Qiao Rui.

"The man from Central Plains is still better looking. Although Ouyang Qian is handsome, he always feels a little lacking in momentum. On the other hand, the man from Central Plains named Qiao Rui is different. Although he looks average, he is confident and steady, with bright eyes. He has a unique charm!"

"what!"

At this moment, the green-clad Hu Ji suddenly covered her mouth and cried softly, her eyes wide open.

Suddenly, Qiao Rui's body spun rapidly like a top, and he swung the sword in his hand five times in a row, each of which hit the same point on the fan held up by Ouyang Qian.

But with a "swish" sound, the Cloud Patterned Moon-Cut Blade cut through the icy iron fan, and the cold and sharp blade stuck to the fine steel frame and penetrated into the fan woven with ice silk from the Western Regions.

The ice silk from the Western Regions is not afraid of water or fire and is extremely tough. The sword in Qiao Rui's hand only cut into half of the fan before the power was exhausted and the sword was stuck in the middle and unable to move.

Ouyang Qian raised his eyes and a sinister look flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect Qiao Rui to be so bold and careful that he actually chopped five times in a row at the same place, thus breaking his Iron Fan Skill.

"This guy is really powerful, but it's still a long way to go before he can defeat me, Ouyang Qian!" Ouyang Qian sneered, "Just wait and see what I have to say!"