Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

Qiao Rui fought against Ouyang Qian, the successor of White Camel Villa in the Western Regions, and broke Ouyang Qian's Iron Fan Skill, but their weapons got stuck together.

Ouyang Qian was angry and sneered continuously. He reacted quickly. While pretending to use his strength to fight with Qiao Rui for control of the weapon, he secretly pressed the handle of the fan with his right hand. Two black cold rays flashed and hit Qiao Rui.

When Qiao Rui saw that the tip of Ouyang Qianbing's Iron Bones Fan had detached from the fan, he thought something was wrong and decisively let go of his Cloud Patterned Moon-Chopping Sword. He stepped forward, turned his body around, and slid to the side.

In the blink of an eye, two black shadows passed by Qiao Rui with the sound of sharp blades breaking through the air.

Before Qiao Rui could react, there were seven consecutive "whoosh" sounds, and seven pointed iron objects came at him in a triangular shape, blocking the space above, below, left and right of Qiao Rui.

"Ah, be careful!"

"Despicable, young man, be careful!"

"Master!"

There was an uproar and screams outside the stadium. The sudden change made everyone's heart rise to their throat. They wished they could go on the field themselves and beat the villain Ouyang Qian to pieces.

It turned out that Ouyang Qian's Ice-Skin Iron-Bone Fan had nine ribs, each of which was hollow and contained nine short arrows.

The tip of the short arrow is exposed outside and can be used to point, cut or stab. It is extremely sharp. The handle of the short arrow is hidden inside the fan bone and connected to the spring. Once the trigger is pressed, the short arrow will be fired instantly, which is hard to guard against and extremely vicious.

Good job Qiao Rui! Seeing that the seven short arrows blocked his space to move and it seemed that he had no way to avoid them and would die on the spot, his pupils shrank slightly but there was no panic on his face. He suddenly stepped forward and quickly retreated, so fast as a ghost that there was almost an afterimage.

Although the spring was strong and the arrow was ejected at a very fast speed, Qiao Rui's body movements were extraordinary and his speed was not much slower. The speed of his body's retreat was similar to the speed of the arrow, almost synchronized.

Qiao Rui flew backwards two or three feet. Due to the angle, the short arrows slowly scattered over a large distance. Qiao Rui gathered strength in his hands, raised his palm and slapped a short arrow away, then turned sideways and narrowly passed through the gaps between several hidden weapons.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The short arrow flew over Qiao Rui and out of the field, and was shot down by the elders of each sect to avoid hurting their own disciples.

Qiao Rui had no time to pay attention to these. He dodged the short arrow, changed his footwork, and flew into the air, shouting, "Take my palm!"

This palm strike came down with the force of a mountain pressing down on one's head. The palm wind had already arrived before the palm arrived, with a strong and powerful momentum.

Ouyang Qian's heart tightened, thinking that something was wrong. He quickly threw the Ice-Skin Jade-Bone Fan in his hand and the Cloud-Patterned Moon-Cut Blade that was still entangled in the fan towards Qiao Rui, hoping to block it. At the same time, he retreated repeatedly, not daring to take the move head-on.

Seeing Ouyang Qian retreating, Qiao Rui slapped away the broken fan and the precious sword that were tangled together. He took advantage of the situation and, as his body fell rapidly, he slapped the ground with his palm and rushed forward again, sticking to the ground.

His figure was like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss. He swung both palms forward and blasted forward, chasing after Ouyang Qian with the power of his palms.

It sounds complicated, but in fact everything happened in a flash. With a dull "bang" sound, Qiao Rui's palm wind caught up with Ouyang Qian and hit him hard in the chest, knocking him away.

Ouyang Qian spat out a few mouthfuls of blood in mid-air, and was listless when he landed on the ground, causing the remaining few Hu people to panic and rush to treat him.

"A flying dragon in the sky, seeing a dragon in the field? How can you know the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of my Beggars' Sect?"

At this moment, someone outside the venue shouted loudly, like thunder.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was Jia Renyi, the Eight-Pocket Elder of the Beggar Gang.

Qiao Rui turned around and glanced at him without saying anything. He then looked at the seriously injured Ouyang Qian. Seeing that the winner had been decided, he walked straight to the Shaolin seat, clasped his fists and saluted Master Wuwang, saying, "Qiao Rui from Longxing City, greetings, Master!"

Master Wuwang nodded in satisfaction and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, you have great Shaolin Kung Fu!"

Seeing Master Wuwang's attitude, Qiao Rui felt relieved and said shamefacedly, "I was tempted to show off my skills and snatched the opportunity that should have belonged to Shaolin. I hope Master will not blame me!"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!"

On the other side, Qiao Rui from the Shaolin Sect was still greeting Master Wuwang. On the other side, Jia Renyi from the Beggar Gang was unhappy to see that Qiao Rui ignored him. When he heard the words "Qiao Rui" from Long Xingcheng, he immediately flew into a rage.

"It turns out to be you, Qiao Rui, you little thief. Return my disciple's life to me!" After saying that, he stomped his feet, and his body shot out like an arrow, and he swung his palm towards Qiao Rui.

After Qiao Rui introduced himself, he became secretly alert. While greeting Master Wuwang, he was also wary of any movements from the Beggars' Sect. Sure enough, after Jia Renyi recognized Qiao Rui, he wanted to avenge his apprentice.

Hearing Jia Renyi's furious attack, Qiao Rui was about to use his body skills to jump away, but he saw Master Wuwang suddenly stand up, wave his sleeves, and release a gentle force to stop Jia Renyi.

"Ah! This?"

"what's the situation?"

Qiao Rui had just won two games in a row, securing victory and restoring face for the Central Plains martial arts world. Why did the elder of the Beggar Gang get so angry when he heard his name?

The crowd off the field was confused and talking about it.

Naturally, the gossiper was pulled aside by the people around him to ask the reason. He pondered for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he told everyone around him his guess.

"Long Xingcheng, Qiao Rui, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Jia Renyi, could this person be Qiao Rui, the master of the Dragon Subduing Palm who killed Yizhi Hongxing some time ago? I heard that Elder Jia's eldest disciple Hou Zijian, the master of the Yin Sha Palm, and his second disciple Tian Shiguang, the master of the Paishan Palm, were both killed by Qiao Rui, the master of the Dragon Subduing Palm. No wonder Elder Jia wants to kill him!"

"Ah? He killed two of Elder Jia's disciples? How dare he show up here?"

"Two great disciples were killed, it would be strange if Jia Renyi wasn't angry!"

"Then Qiao Rui is in danger now!"

After hearing Bao Da Ting's explanation, the crowd was shocked and worried about Qiao Rui.

Jia Renyi was stopped by Master Wuwang, and was furious. He asked in a stern voice, "Master Wuwang, what do you mean?"

Master Wuwang smiled calmly and said, "Amitabha, why is Donor Jia so angry?"

Jia Renyi's face was red and his hair and beard were standing on end. He pointed at Qiao Rui and said angrily, "A few months ago, this villain killed my eldest and second apprentices in Longxing City. I will never be able to get rid of such a hatred if I don't tear him into pieces today!"

"Mr. Jia, please be patient. Is there any misunderstanding here? Please give Mr. Qiao a chance to defend himself!" Master Wuwang said slowly.

He pointed at Qiao Rui and continued, "Donor Qiao has just won two consecutive victories for the Central Plains martial arts world and made great contributions. Donor Jia, you killed him as soon as you arrived. How will the heroes of the world view your Beggars' Sect!"

"Yes, Master Wuwang is right!" Master Xuanyang of Qingxu Temple on Baiyun Peak of Wudang Sect, who was sitting opposite Shaolin Sect, also spoke.

"Elder Jia's two disciples, Hou Zijian, the master of Yin Sha Palm, and Tian Shiguang, the master of Paishan Palm, are also well-known in the martial arts world. I heard that Hou Zijian is even more famous. If there is no reason, I'm sure Young Master Qiao would not want to provoke such people."

"Hmph!" Jia Renyi was furious when he saw that Shaolin and Wudang were intentionally or unintentionally leaning towards Qiao Rui, but he didn't want to really turn against Shaolin and Wudang.

He swung his sleeves, turned around and glared at Qiao Rui, saying viciously: "Little thief, killing someone means paying for their life and debts mean paying for their money. This is a matter of course. No matter how eloquent you are today, you can't escape death!"